<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:08:58.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stars Have Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>A Diary</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>469</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-3240901907941713917</id><published>2007-11-09T00:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T00:23:22.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My shameless plug.</title><summary type='text'>I have a new blog.  Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird is my online notebook for social and literary theory. My goal is to spare readers of my other blogs the drudgery of having to endure my theoretical ramblings.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/3240901907941713917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/3240901907941713917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-shameless-plug.html' title='My shameless plug.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-2878825574303224381</id><published>2007-09-16T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T06:52:36.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing of the guard.</title><summary type='text'>Once again, my attention is diverted elsewhere.  Come join the fun at Spare Winter Hours.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/2878825574303224381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/2878825574303224381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/changing-of-guard.html' title='Changing of the guard.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-9206304773529225702</id><published>2007-09-09T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T07:48:59.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workblog and other updates.</title><summary type='text'>The second draft of the script has been finished for awhile.  I need to add another puzzle or two and crank up the challenge factor and then voilà, I'll be finished.  Deadline is Monday.I almost have all my books for my three distance courses and I pick up the rest tomorrow.  The finances are in order, and Lisa was kind enough to do my taxes.  I  have a doctor and dentist's appointment next week.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/9206304773529225702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/9206304773529225702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/09/workblog-and-other-updates.html' title='Workblog and other updates.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-100178563001933954</id><published>2007-08-28T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:20:18.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New look.</title><summary type='text'>Black and green.  Let's see how this works out, yes?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/100178563001933954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/100178563001933954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-look.html' title='New look.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-8128412028923088774</id><published>2007-08-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T13:31:04.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workblog.</title><summary type='text'>The script is finished: yesterday I had a brief meeting with the project heads and they really liked the first draft.  The words "hilarious" and "inventive" were tossed around.  Normally I feel queasy when I boast about getting such praise, but my self-esteem took a righteous beating recently and I needed the boost.  Don't worry, my excessive bragging will stop now.I'll be finishing the second </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/8128412028923088774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=8128412028923088774&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/8128412028923088774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/8128412028923088774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/workblog.html' title='Workblog.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-5308374478038500540</id><published>2007-08-09T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T02:50:54.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer school report.</title><summary type='text'>According to Student Financial Services, my standing deferral crisis will be "taken care of," whatever that means.  I sent all the appropriate paperwork before the deadline, now I have to sit on my hands and wait for all this to play itself out.In other news, I completely flunked my French class.  I should have known I couldn't absorb five chapters of a French textbook in three weeks.  Oh, well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/5308374478038500540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/5308374478038500540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-school-report.html' title='Summer school report.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-302036620693911434</id><published>2007-08-03T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T20:51:01.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call off the reinforcements.</title><summary type='text'>After running some last-minute errands, my conflict with my school is almost resolved.  All my profs have gotten in touch with Financial Services, and my account won't be evaluated until next week.  The work I owe from the previous semester is finished, too.  I can take a breath now.Which means I get to enjoy my Shakespeare class at my leisure.  Did I mention I'm I have a writing job contract?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/302036620693911434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=302036620693911434&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/302036620693911434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/302036620693911434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/08/call-off-reinforcements.html' title='Call off the reinforcements.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-4946809763803348778</id><published>2007-07-19T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:24:10.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HELP</title><summary type='text'>Okay, maybe if I blog a to-do list I won't feel so terribly worried.  I have a busy summer:1. Write three papers I owe a semester ago.  Two will be done this weekend and the other . . . well . . . with my intensive French class taking all my headspace (which, by the way, I'm not doing so well in) for the next week (it's five days a week for two and a half hours and I have to study for the class </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/4946809763803348778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/4946809763803348778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/07/help.html' title='HELP'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-6054878290159146103</id><published>2007-07-13T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:24:29.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><summary type='text'>An excellent animated video for Tom Waits' "Starving in the Belly of a Whale," a graduate project by a student from Shenkar College of Engineering and Design.Interesting new discovery: A baby mammoth unearthed in the permafrost of north-west Siberia could be the best preserved specimen of its type, scientists have said.When the metal ones decide to come for you.  And they will.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/6054878290159146103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/6054878290159146103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-1564646288828800817</id><published>2007-07-13T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T15:27:09.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back for awhile.</title><summary type='text'>Hey there.I've only been in town for a couple of weeks and I'm already worn out. Not that I'm complaining, because I love being busy and having multiple projects on the go. I've already taken a trip to Victoria to visit the family, and I've seen friends, and now I just finished my first week of classes.I'm taking two intensive summer classes, meaning I go to class every day for about four hours, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/1564646288828800817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/1564646288828800817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-for-awhile.html' title='Back for awhile.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-551453670330370598</id><published>2007-04-12T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T10:55:43.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm over here.</title><summary type='text'>Just in case you're just tuning in, I've been hanging out around here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/551453670330370598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/551453670330370598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-over-here.html' title='I&apos;m over here.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-8665901857926107387</id><published>2007-03-20T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T03:49:19.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of being tired.</title><summary type='text'>I've been depressed the last few days.  It comes in waves, sometimes lasting for hours then fading away.  One of my childhood fears have crept back into my consciousness and has invaded all my waking thoughts, making my life difficult.When I was, say, ten years old, my family at the time were not exactly rich or even middle class.  We didn't own most of the household appliances some people take </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/8665901857926107387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/8665901857926107387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/03/tired-of-being-tired.html' title='Tired of being tired.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-3095934725051705412</id><published>2007-03-11T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T03:40:31.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching football in Ljubljana.</title><summary type='text'>We watched the Chelsea - Tottenham match this afternoon in an English pub cleverly named "English Pub."  We sadly missed the first half and when we arrived Tottenham was leading with three points, Chelsea trailing behind with one meager point.  We sat down, ordered drinks and before we could settle in we noticed some lads behind us.  They were Tottenham fans.  One young man was quite vocal, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/3095934725051705412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/3095934725051705412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/03/watching-football-in-ljubljana.html' title='Watching football in Ljubljana.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-7955622007922959148</id><published>2007-02-26T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T09:53:44.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subliminal Video Gambling Machines (from Ontario) and other news.</title><summary type='text'>HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAwesome.Anyway, I recently upgraded to the Beta, and now my old link list disappeared.  In time, I'll have it back, angrier as ever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/7955622007922959148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/7955622007922959148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/02/subliminal-video-gambling-machines-from.html' title='Subliminal Video Gambling Machines (from Ontario) and other news.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116947165267970360</id><published>2007-01-22T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T08:51:25.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hacking public transit infrastructures.</title><summary type='text'>A link to HeHe Association's designs for personal transportation using abdanoned railways.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116947165267970360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116947165267970360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/hacking-public-transit-infrastructures.html' title='Hacking public transit infrastructures.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116846314213947495</id><published>2007-01-10T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T13:06:52.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message from management.</title><summary type='text'>I'll be mostly updating the travel blog, at least once a week, so consider this blog defunct until I return.  I may occasionally post something here.  Take care, now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116846314213947495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116846314213947495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/message-from-management.html' title='A message from management.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116846173531545645</id><published>2007-01-10T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T04:33:48.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To see for oneself.</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a whirlwind, yes it was.  We woke up relatively early to continue arranging our finances overseas: our respective student loans require some bureaucratic shuffling to get them cashed, like having them sent to Slovenia then back to Canada.  Lisa's parents have kindly taken power of attorney over our administrative documents so they can deposit them into our accounts.  I should take a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116846173531545645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116846173531545645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-see-for-oneself.html' title='To see for oneself.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116795552196271590</id><published>2007-01-04T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:05:21.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH FUCK YEAH</title><summary type='text'>Which Historical Lunatic Are You?From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116795552196271590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116795552196271590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116795552196271590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116795552196271590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-fuck-yeah.html' title='OH FUCK YEAH'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116794846185814283</id><published>2007-01-04T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T14:07:41.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated 2006 summary.</title><summary type='text'>I've had wonky internet access for awhile, so now that I have a decent connection it's time for some catch-up.I spent New Year's Eve with Chris and Carla (Lisa went to the wedding reception) and we watched cartoons, movies and ate snacks courtesy of Carla.  I had a lovely time.We got back from Victoria last night.  Nothing too big, we just hung out and exchanged presents.  My mom rented a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116794846185814283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116794846185814283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116794846185814283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116794846185814283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2007/01/belated-2006-summary.html' title='Belated 2006 summary.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116747875255943982</id><published>2006-12-30T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T13:38:46.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please send help, and coffee.</title><summary type='text'>We started packing and moving furniture yesterday morning at around 9:00.  It is now 3:30 in the morning, almost twenty-four hours later, and we are about 80% finished.  The large furniture is packed, and just about every box is gone, too.  We have another six hours to finish up before the moving company comes by to pick up the crate.  We are exhausted.  There were moments when we just wanted to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116747875255943982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116747875255943982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/please-send-help-and-coffee.html' title='Please send help, and coffee.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116736200221837929</id><published>2006-12-28T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:10:38.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE THE MOVING STOP</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116736200221837929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116736200221837929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/make-moving-stop.html' title='MAKE THE MOVING STOP'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116734732509199609</id><published>2006-12-28T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T04:15:48.397-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boxes and bags and tape and hammers.</title><summary type='text'>Moving day.  Ugh.We started packing before Christmas, and we resumed when we returned from our brief but lovely holiday.  I've already taken the bookshelves apart and now we're moving onto the bathroom and kitchen.  Lisa is posting some of our furniture on Craigslist, which is remarkably efficient: most of the pieces will be gone today.  It seems like people are always hovering around on that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116734732509199609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116734732509199609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/boxes-and-bags-and-tape-and-hammers.html' title='Boxes and bags and tape and hammers.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116707781047361775</id><published>2006-12-25T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:49:52.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116707781047361775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116707781047361775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116694867902254163</id><published>2006-12-23T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T15:49:06.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wondeful time of the year.</title><summary type='text'>We are now at Lisa's parent's abode.  We arrived this afternoon after a frantic packing and organizing session, which included herding the poor cat into his kennel for the trip.  He had to visit the vet a couple of days ago for his annual check-up and vaccinations (yes, I'm actually cat-blogging - if you're already bored skip this part), and he took a couple of days to recover from the injections</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116694867902254163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116694867902254163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-most-wondeful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wondeful time of the year.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116684665759361534</id><published>2006-12-22T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:32:43.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here . . .</title><summary type='text'>Christmas in Vienna.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116684665759361534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116684665759361534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/here.html' title='Here . . .'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116674007238658890</id><published>2006-12-21T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T22:32:58.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outer Space and Beatniks</title><summary type='text'>The First FireworksNASA recently photographed the resonating glow from the first "things" created in the universe 13 billion years ago.  Alexander Kashlinsky, the spokesperson from NASA's Goddard Space Flight Centre, made this intriguing statement in the article:  "Imagine trying to see fireworks at night from across a crowded city," Dr. Kashlinsky said. "If you could turn off the city lights, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116674007238658890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116674007238658890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/outer-space-and-beatniks.html' title='Outer Space and Beatniks'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116639290410104338</id><published>2006-12-17T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:36:40.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><summary type='text'>I'm doing alright today.  We buried my dad on Friday, and I came home yesterday afternoon.  The interment was brief but ceremonial: I carried his urn to his site, and everyone present helped me lower his remains into the ground.  My dad's grave is under three trees standing close together, so we decorated a branch hanging over his marker with Christmas ornaments.  That was his favourite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116639290410104338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116639290410104338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116578553421488616</id><published>2006-12-10T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T13:18:54.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Memoriam, Michael Kenneth Webb</title><summary type='text'>On Friday, December 8th, at approximately 9:30 PM, my father quietly passed away.My mom, Lisa and I left his room at around 9:00 to get food, and when we got back to my parents' place we got the phone call.  I haven't cried like I did that night for a long time.According to the nurse, it's very common for people to wait until they're alone to pass on.  My dad wanted to leave with dignity, and he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116578553421488616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116578553421488616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116578553421488616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116578553421488616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/in-memoriam-michael-kenneth-webb.html' title='In Memoriam, Michael Kenneth Webb'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116553923442475178</id><published>2006-12-07T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T16:53:54.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message from the Island.</title><summary type='text'>I have to be quick before my laptop's battery dies:I rushed to Victoria Monday night, after dashing off an email to my profs explaining that I won't be around for my two exams this week, and the exam on Monday.  Or, to be more exact, I won't be able to hand in my two take-home exams and my final paper.My dad has made another turn for the worse.  I'm not going to add further details - my family </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116553923442475178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116553923442475178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116553923442475178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116553923442475178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/message-from-island.html' title='Message from the Island.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116517908716743090</id><published>2006-12-03T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T15:42:00.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday Should Be Like Sunday</title><summary type='text'>To wake up late and sip coffee while reading the news online as winter blows into town is, quite frankly, the best way to spend a Sunday.So, this is what I've been up to lately:Still writing my essay, I am.  I have two take-home exams, one is 1500 words and the other is 1000 words, which is terribly easy, and three in-class exams in-between.  I finish on the 19th.  For one essay I'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116517908716743090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116517908716743090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/everyday-should-be-like-sunday.html' title='Everyday Should Be Like Sunday'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116504470222661260</id><published>2006-12-01T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T12:04:20.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No wrong could come of this.</title><summary type='text'>I am drinking beer from New Zealand, watched a little of Little Miss Sunshine and I am confident about my remaining paper.All is good.  Good-night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116504470222661260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116504470222661260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/no-wrong-could-come-of-this.html' title='No wrong could come of this.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116504455136238602</id><published>2006-12-01T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:08:18.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connection: GO!</title><summary type='text'>Some bits from the internets:2006 Blip Festival30 artists from all over the world gathered in New York City yesterday to put on shows, installations and workshops featuring low-tech digital music, and will be there until Sunday.  Old Nintendo and Sega game systems are just some of the mediums these artists use, representing the next generation of circuit bending.Antikythera MechanismAn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116504455136238602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116504455136238602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/12/connection-go.html' title='Connection: GO!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116487599632416705</id><published>2006-11-30T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:13:11.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note before bed.</title><summary type='text'>Here I was thinking I could write a paper in three days, since I've been behind due to all the traveling and worrying that's been going on the last couple of months.  I asked my prof for an extension and he was kind enough to allow it.According to my dad's doctor, he's getting weaker, and not eating much.  The streets are smothered in snow and school ends in two days.  Tonight I drank some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116487599632416705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116487599632416705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-note-before-bed.html' title='Just a note before bed.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116473652805836306</id><published>2006-11-28T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:12:33.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather and the water.</title><summary type='text'>Even though the boil water advisory was lifted yesterday, our fair city was bombarded with another challenge: a surprise snowfall, a very rare occurrence in these here parts.  Yesterday, the buses weren't running down University Boulevard, the main road into campus, and so I walked the long stretch - large branches had snapped off trees and fell across the road.  Power was shut off on campus, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116473652805836306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116473652805836306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/weather-and-water.html' title='The weather and the water.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116457791390542969</id><published>2006-11-26T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:12:52.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Eternia at Work, or, He-Man is Cooler Than You Think</title><summary type='text'>My first strip, er, strips.  Again, this was made with a strip generator courtesy of Zek Advance.Click on a strip to enlarge.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116457791390542969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116457791390542969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/spending-eternia-at-work-or-he-man-is.html' title='Spending Eternia at Work, or, He-Man is Cooler Than You Think'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116457172698206914</id><published>2006-11-26T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T11:17:54.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I &lt;3 winter!</title><summary type='text'>Snow has been falling since yesterday.  This morning the ground, the trees and even the people are completely covered now as the flakes keep falling.Will school be cancelled tomorrow?  I doubt it, but it would be nice, yeah?I really want to go outside and pelt people with snowballs.  And maybe even go for a short hike.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116457172698206914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116457172698206914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-3-winter.html' title='I &lt;3 winter!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116448879275113122</id><published>2006-11-25T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:09:33.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yah.</title><summary type='text'>I recently finished one paper, and now I'm working on another, and last night I looked at the instructions for my last paper.  I haven't looked at it in a while, assuming the paper would be relatively short.  I'm looking at 12 to 15 pages.  I have to write this in four days.  Damn.That only means I'll be drinking more coffee and getting less sleep in my last week of school.The comic I posted is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116448879275113122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116448879275113122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/yah.html' title='Yah.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116417255668887907</id><published>2006-11-21T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T12:10:40.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I made a comic.</title><summary type='text'>Zek Advance is an art group from Slovenia, my new home for six months, and they produced a strip generator.I want to spend more time on projects.  I love school, yes, but I need to write.  I received an email from someone today asking me how the writing is going.  Ha.  Full-time studies aren't exactly conducive to writing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116417255668887907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116417255668887907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-made-comic.html' title='I made a comic.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116399509129782190</id><published>2006-11-19T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:16:56.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if . . . ?</title><summary type='text'>. . . Stan Lee and Jack Chick collaborated on a comic?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116399509129782190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116399509129782190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-if.html' title='What if . . . ?'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116397157559222995</id><published>2006-11-19T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:32:18.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These aren't complaints, they're Morse Code for OH MY GOD I WANT TO RUN AWAY SCREAMING!!1!</title><summary type='text'>The next month and a half is going to be crazy busy.  I've been using the term "crazy busy" for three weeks now because I can't think of a more appropriate description.First, we need to give our one month notice to move out of our current house.  Then, we have to pack our belongings and get rid of furniture, clothes and other miscellaneous stuff.  We then have to hunt around for storage options </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116397157559222995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116397157559222995&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116397157559222995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116397157559222995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/these-arent-complaints-theyre-morse.html' title='These aren&apos;t complaints, they&apos;re Morse Code for OH MY GOD I WANT TO RUN AWAY SCREAMING!!1!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116373662042747153</id><published>2006-11-18T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T21:17:13.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on Reproduction: Benjamin and giallo.</title><summary type='text'>For years I've been interested in the kung fu movie.  I really didn't know why, until I thought about it the other day.  Although the action in the film can be fun to watch, I was amazed at how many of these films were made.  Some were written as police thrillers or as post-apocalyptic dystopias or as supernatural parables.  Much like the Saw franchise (as pointed out by Chris), once production </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116373662042747153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116373662042747153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/notes-on-reproduction-benjamin-and.html' title='Notes on Reproduction: Benjamin and giallo.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116304483149442486</id><published>2006-11-15T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:47:55.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace is not your space.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116304483149442486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116304483149442486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116304483149442486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116304483149442486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/myspace-is-not-your-space.html' title='MySpace is not your space.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116345361293943335</id><published>2006-11-13T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:48:44.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in Victoria.</title><summary type='text'>I arrived in Victoria last night.  Lisa found a café with free wireless connection this morning, so now I'm working on my Kant versus Burke essay, sipping a mint tea (my favourite) and later, we're going to head out to a noodle shop in Chinatown and later we'll visit my dad.  He asked us to pick him up some noodles (they're served in the classic take-out boxes from Chinese restaurants) so I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116345361293943335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116345361293943335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-in-victoria.html' title='I&apos;m in Victoria.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116305274996835989</id><published>2006-11-08T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:04:09.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And also . . .</title><summary type='text'>Somehow, I think my dad would approve.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116305274996835989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116305274996835989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-also.html' title='And also . . .'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116304781450033087</id><published>2006-11-08T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:40:03.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Iron Man may be a NeoCon, but he looks hella awesome in office.  Way better than Zod.</title><summary type='text'>Happy Elections, America.  We heard about the Democrats.  We are pleased.  Because I love comics, and because following Canadian politics is like watching golf, this clever blog-person warmed my thinning, acidic blood with some delightful nerdage.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116304781450033087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116304781450033087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/iron-man-may-be-neocon-but-he-looks.html' title='Iron Man may be a NeoCon, but he looks hella awesome in office.  Way better than Zod.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116295077302647397</id><published>2006-11-07T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T14:03:43.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have some bad news.As some of you might know, my dad is currently in hospice.  He was diagnosed with prostrate cancer three years ago, and after a long battle he was informed by his specialist that further treatment would be ineffective and possibly life-threatening.He was admitted to hospice in August.  On Friday we were told by my dad's attending doctor he will not live past Christmas.I don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116295077302647397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116295077302647397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-have-some-bad-news.html' title=''/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116293675790931307</id><published>2006-11-07T13:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:40:22.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mint juleps, America and David Sedaris.</title><summary type='text'>I had quite the tumultuous weekend.  First, I went to Jess' birthday party on Friday night, which was fun.  I only intended to stay a short while, considering that we were going to the States the next day and I wanted to get some more studying done.  So, I bought one bottle of Maudite and tried to nurse my drink.  That didn't happen.  Somehow rum fell into my hands, and, well, let's just say I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116293675790931307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116293675790931307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/mint-juleps-america-and-david-sedaris_07.html' title='Mint juleps, America and David Sedaris.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116245031641520708</id><published>2006-11-01T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:32:24.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SQUEEEEEE . . . oh, nevermind.</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy of Mike Wieringo, cartoonist and animal lover.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116245031641520708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116245031641520708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/11/squeeeeee-oh-nevermind.html' title='SQUEEEEEE . . . oh, nevermind.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116232965008457463</id><published>2006-10-31T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:48:09.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><summary type='text'>Someone put out a bowl of candy here at work.  May God have mercy on us all.So, tonight, I will be showing two horror films in preparation for next year's Halloween extravaganza.  If I can't go to the film festival then I'll bring the film festival to me.  Tonight I'll be showing Hell House and Tale of Two Sisters.  If people can swing by then by all means, come and make yourself at home.Watch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116232965008457463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116232965008457463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116202808042558713</id><published>2006-10-28T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T16:08:49.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go see Trailer Park Boys.</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116202808042558713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116202808042558713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/go-see-trailer-park-boys_28.html' title='Go see Trailer Park Boys.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116192319734070762</id><published>2006-10-26T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T22:47:38.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying as it rains outside.</title><summary type='text'>I'm still trying to master brewing a decent espresso.  Ever since I received my beloved stovetop espresso pot, I've been experimenting with different water to coffee ratios to find the perfect balance.  Most of the time I succeed, but I would love to be able to make a superb espresso blindfolded.I want recipe ideas for Christmas.  Give them to me now. Here's one.I have another French quiz </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116192319734070762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116192319734070762&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116192319734070762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116192319734070762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/studying-as-it-rains-outside.html' title='Studying as it rains outside.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116182466084744730</id><published>2006-10-25T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:04:20.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The grades are just pouring in now.</title><summary type='text'>A couple of weeks ago I wrote a paper on Horace's dissertation (perhaps not the correct word) on the poet, and although I worked hard on it, I was worried I was missing some crucial argument.  I got the paper back yesterday.  An A+!I did get a B+ on my Freud mid-term, and today I did five minute presentation, psychoanalyzing the protagonist in Neil Gaiman's Coraline.  I was so nervous, I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116182466084744730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116182466084744730&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116182466084744730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116182466084744730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/grades-are-just-pouring-in-now.html' title='The grades are just pouring in now.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116129877787472798</id><published>2006-10-19T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T16:00:25.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Linky linky loo. . .</title><summary type='text'>Before I hit the books, here's some intrawubb signals I've intercepted:I'm obsessed with invisibility.  I don't know why.  Probably a result of consuming far too much science fiction and comic books in my greener days.  Now, my dream is being realized.I &lt;3 libraries.  Hold your breath before clicking on the link.Somewhere on planet Earth, a group of scientists will create a stable black hole.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116129877787472798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116129877787472798&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116129877787472798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116129877787472798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/linky-linky-loo.html' title='Linky linky loo. . .'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116110156232490195</id><published>2006-10-17T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T18:04:59.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Autumn</title><summary type='text'>Last week, as I was walking to work after my last class, I was struck with a sublime moment.  A thick fog had settled at the tops of the evergreen trees that surround the campus, and the afternoon light made the trees appear lush and vibrant.  A slight breeze tossed the dry leaves across the street, mixing the reds and yellows and oranges.  The cool air, the stillness - I found myself walking in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116110156232490195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116110156232490195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/ode-to-autumn.html' title='Ode to Autumn'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116105417863196537</id><published>2006-10-16T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T08:56:07.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The police station.</title><summary type='text'>Today I went to the police station to get a criminal record check.  Apparently, to receive a student visa for Slovenia, applicants need to exhibit no signs of criminality.  Being my first time in that particular building, I was amazed at how calm and orderly the building is inside.  I expected constantly ringing phones, haggard detectives getting statements from prostitutes and some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116105417863196537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116105417863196537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/police-station.html' title='The police station.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116062839948911204</id><published>2006-10-11T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:46:39.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><summary type='text'>I submitted four poems, started an essay due on Monday, and tomorrow afternoon I will continue writing and studying.  I'm also writing an article on The Parade of Lost Souls for the student paper.Once I'm in school my blinders are definitely on.  I only focus at the task at hand, and everything else ends up on the periphery.  Now, I really need to call friends I've been neglecting.  I was yawning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/116062839948911204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=116062839948911204&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116062839948911204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116062839948911204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116018389759503834</id><published>2006-10-06T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:27:49.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116018389759503834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116018389759503834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-116002335568918349</id><published>2006-10-04T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:28:28.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>French Post-Structuralist Showdown</title><summary type='text'>Taking a quick study break.  I've been reading so much lately I'm having trouble articulating my thoughts at the moment.  Moving from Freud to Longinus to Gaiman then to a French textbook is like listening to four different musical genres at once and trying to distinguish one song from the other.The other day I was writing an entry on how school has become really difficult (seeing as how I'm in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116002335568918349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/116002335568918349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/french-post-structuralist-showdown.html' title='French Post-Structuralist Showdown'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115972851556987860</id><published>2006-10-01T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T12:30:15.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This really floored me.  How did this get broadcasted?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115972851556987860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115972851556987860&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115972851556987860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115972851556987860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-really-floored-me-how-did-this.html' title='This really floored me.  How did this get broadcasted?'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115933473901092337</id><published>2006-09-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T22:31:39.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errata</title><summary type='text'>Apparently, I am not leaving for Slovenia in less than months, but rather in little over three months.  Plenty of time to see individuals returning from faraway and exotic lands.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115933473901092337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115933473901092337&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115933473901092337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115933473901092337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/errata.html' title='Errata'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115933345060297382</id><published>2006-09-26T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:45:08.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get out of my mouth.</title><summary type='text'>I'm not really a mouthwash person.Last week I went to the dentist.  The last time I sat in The Chair was roughly ten years ago.  There is nothing pleasant about going to the dentist.  Sure, their services are in desperate need, but so are morticians.  My visit started off with delightful news: I found out I need oral surgery to remove my wisdom teeth.  The dentist won't touch one of the little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115933345060297382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115933345060297382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-out-of-my-mouth.html' title='Get out of my mouth.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115897582762544809</id><published>2006-09-22T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:45:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saddle up, everyone.  Tonight, we're taking our town back.</title><summary type='text'>I'm only an hour or so away from catching a bus to the ferry that will whisk me away to Victoria.  Although the trip over as a deep significance for me, traveling to The Rock always wears me out.  The ferry food is awful and over-priced, and for some reason the most hideous, obnoxious members of our species have the audacity to double my torment by dragging their screaming offspring onboard.  The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115897582762544809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115897582762544809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/saddle-up-everyone-tonight-were-taking.html' title='Saddle up, everyone.  Tonight, we&apos;re taking our town back.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115868273228079607</id><published>2006-09-19T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:46:18.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where to find me.</title><summary type='text'>Where have y'all been hanging out on the intrawubbs?  You'll find me loitering here:Urban DeadI play a zombie.  I'm currently in Stanbury Village with a horde of nearly a hundred zombies outside Nichols Mall.  We patiently wait to  slaughter helpless human survivors. BoingBoingFor all my obscure news.The BeatFor all my comic news.  Both popular and underground comics get the same treatment, which</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115868273228079607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115868273228079607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/where-to-find-me.html' title='Where to find me.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115836446387054911</id><published>2006-09-15T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:06:04.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring it to the UEFA!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115836446387054911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115836446387054911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/bring-it-to-uefa.html' title='Bring it to the UEFA!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115836370240314472</id><published>2006-09-15T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T02:06:34.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BORED NOW</title><summary type='text'>Well, you know, not much going on at the moment.  School is fun, although I have to do some serious catching up over the weekend.  I return to work on Monday, reprising my role as English tutor for desperate undergrads.I have lame music in my iTunes folder.I have a cold.The cat is in desperate need of a brushing.  He hates being brushed, hence the dilemma.Oh, and I'm writing.  Heh.  Anyone ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115836370240314472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115836370240314472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/bored-now.html' title='BORED NOW'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115751726489740233</id><published>2006-09-05T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:34:24.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School!</title><summary type='text'>The first day of school!  I was so accustomed to a relatively empty campus all summer,  I almost fell over backwards when I tried to fight the hordes of students to reach the bookstore or my classroom or the bathroom.My classes this term: English 408: History of Criticism and Theory; English 409: Modern Critical Theories; English 464: Twentieth Century Studies; English 364: Nineteenth Century </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115751726489740233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115751726489740233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115751726489740233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115751726489740233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/school.html' title='School!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115715207171793150</id><published>2006-09-01T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T21:48:04.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't remember ordering this headache.</title><summary type='text'>Last day of work.  I'm fairly pleased with the progress I made in the last week, compiling everything I've written and making sure the punctuation marks are right where I left them.  Unfortunately, the server is still down, so none of my work can be uploaded until the bugs are swept out.  The newsletter is delayed, too.  At least 95% of the copy is finished and ready for layout.  I might accept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115715207171793150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115715207171793150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-dont-remember-ordering-this-headache.html' title='I don&apos;t remember ordering this headache.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115653994749814405</id><published>2006-08-29T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:51:34.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Casebook Of Dr. McGillicuddy, Scientist-Explorer and Moral Hygienist</title><summary type='text'>When I saw these lovely antique weapons capable of unspeakable destruction, almost immediately the urge to scribble some words down was irresistible.How The Good Doctor Tamed The Unruly Heavens   "Bloody hell."Dr. McGillicuddy watched the skies as the clouds blackened and boiled above the city.  He took a sip from an iron flask and tucked it inside his coat pocket.  Autumn's fleeting breaths </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115653994749814405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115653994749814405&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115653994749814405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115653994749814405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/casebook-of-dr-mcgillicuddy-scientist.html' title='The Casebook Of Dr. McGillicuddy, Scientist-Explorer and Moral Hygienist'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115678928372866738</id><published>2006-08-28T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T11:21:23.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Gmail.</title><summary type='text'>"Counsel woven into the fabric of real life is wisdom."Walter Benjamin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115678928372866738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115678928372866738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/thank-you-gmail.html' title='Thank you, Gmail.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115653615790846063</id><published>2006-08-25T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T13:02:37.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Service Announcement</title><summary type='text'>Friends, I won't be on MSN for awhile.  My brain needs a serious break.  Email is fine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115653615790846063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115653615790846063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/public-service-announcement.html' title='Public Service Announcement'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115635672612822988</id><published>2006-08-23T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T11:12:06.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing: The Dark Does Matter.</title><summary type='text'>I heard the news yesterday!  Scientists at NASA found compelling evidence proving that dark matter exists.  BoingBoing did a fine job covering the news release.  The post has plenty of links.I'm experimenting with a Firefox extension that allows you to write entries from a window in your browser, without having to log in directly to Blogger.  This is an excellent idea, but I can't get the thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115635672612822988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115635672612822988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115635672612822988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115635672612822988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/testing-dark-does-matter.html' title='Testing: The Dark Does Matter.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115620331625655831</id><published>2006-08-21T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:24:43.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me intrawubbs, you're my only hope.</title><summary type='text'>So here is my dilemma.Recently, I mentioned that I was prescribed Zoloft.  I haven't filled the prescription yet.  Initially, I wasn't concerned about taking short-term medication.  Now I have a problem.Jess offered to help me pursue alternative methods that deal with anxiety.  Attending restorative yoga classes, drinking herbal teas to counter anxious emotions and visiting an Ayurvedic doctor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115620331625655831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115620331625655831&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115620331625655831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115620331625655831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/help-me-intrawubbs-youre-my-only-hope.html' title='Help me intrawubbs, you&apos;re my only hope.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115620270353163583</id><published>2006-08-21T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:28:53.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickly, now.</title><summary type='text'>I'm now on the screaming roller-coaster ride towards deadline.  I've been banging out what I can today, although I had a slow start.  Yesterday we got in late from visiting my parents over the weekend.  We just had a casual weekend with them.  We ate (quite a lot, we tend to do that together) and wandered around downtown, then had a barbecue in the sunshine under a pine tree.  Victoria does have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115620270353163583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115620270353163583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/quickly-now.html' title='Quickly, now.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115567082375239116</id><published>2006-08-17T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:30:13.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You again?</title><summary type='text'>Glenn Gouldcomes back [returns] to life[space][and?] buys a grape sodafrom a corner store[.][space?][Rain falls.] [space?][He stands under] a green aluminumawning, over the door [counting the taps.]Then [he calls up] the radio station (CBC I think)from a phone booth[.] [space]Bells [ring in the grey] air as he sips soda bending [s] the pull-top backand forth.And so:Glenn Gould returns to life,and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115567082375239116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115567082375239116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115567082375239116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115567082375239116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-again.html' title='You again?'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115583907459533719</id><published>2006-08-17T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T10:28:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest library in the world.  Thanks, Chris.</title><summary type='text'>Blogger is updating?  A beta version?  The entire system is being streamlined with user-friendly features and new templates and everything?  That is great news.  I suppose the only issue is that users not already switched to the beta version won't be able to login when they comment.  That sucks.  Hopefully that particular bug will be fixed.  Once the beta is cleaned up I reckon I will make the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115583907459533719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115583907459533719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/greatest-library-in-world-thanks-chris.html' title='The greatest library in the world.  Thanks, Chris.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115566902799695281</id><published>2006-08-15T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T12:10:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>B.R.A.I.N.S.</title><summary type='text'>Hey there.I won't bother you all with my medical worries, but I do have some good news: my headaches and dizziness are not related to my head wound.  People experience signs of brain injury from twenty-four hours to a week, and I haven't felt the other signs related to neurological damage.  After taking a blood test, the doctor felt that my B12 and iron levels were a little low.  So, she put me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115566902799695281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115566902799695281&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115566902799695281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115566902799695281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/brains.html' title='B.R.A.I.N.S.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115506366077933005</id><published>2006-08-08T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T10:25:54.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I actually swear in this one.</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend definitely left its mark on me.After getting off work early on Friday, I went home so I could look presentable for the public.  The suit I bought for Chris' wedding was the best investment I've (grudgingly) ever made.  Not only was it tailored to withstand at least another five years of sweeping fashion trends, I actually look rather dashing.  Trust me, writing that last bit was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115506366077933005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115506366077933005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-actually-swear-in-this-one.html' title='I actually swear in this one.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115472497387180999</id><published>2006-08-04T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T13:56:13.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's about time.</title><summary type='text'>Amazing Screw-On Head to become animated show on SciFi channel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115472497387180999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115472497387180999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115466795006074978</id><published>2006-08-03T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:43:53.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto, revised.  Thanks L.</title><summary type='text'>As agents participating in a civil society, our first and foremost responsibility when faced with a person or persons who claim an authoritative position of any kind, is to react with immediate suspicion and eventual critique of their claim, the validity of their position and the consequence of having such authority.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115466795006074978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115466795006074978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/manifesto-revised-thanks-l.html' title='Manifesto, revised.  Thanks L.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115462540567322936</id><published>2006-08-03T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:17:27.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A mediocre start to a mediocre day.</title><summary type='text'>Well, at least the headaches are getting better.  I made an appointment to see my doctor next week.  After work I'm getting a haircut, and I'm surprisingly excited.  Not only is the hairdresser cute, but she does an amazing job.  I actually have good hair after she's done.The third piece in the previous post sounds really dodgy.  I'm not happy how it turned out.  I think it's a good memory, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115462540567322936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115462540567322936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/mediocre-start-to-mediocre-day.html' title='A mediocre start to a mediocre day.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115454134383110318</id><published>2006-08-02T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T15:44:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some observations.</title><summary type='text'>A young couple eats pizza, while sitting on plastic chairs outside the shop.  They are wearing t-shirts with faded logos blazoned across their chests.  A panhandler sits next to them, on the sidewalk.  He's eating a slice a pizza from the same shop.  He says something.  The couple laughs.  I make toast at one in the morning.  The toaster sits next to the dish rack.  I notice a brief flutter in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115454134383110318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115454134383110318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/08/some-observations.html' title='Some observations.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115437588955230157</id><published>2006-07-31T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T10:18:20.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's really nothing.</title><summary type='text'>Not good: Reoccurring mild headaches.Not good: Going to a meeting for "clarificaton."Good: Wedding on Friday.Good: Hanging out with friends in my living room.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115437588955230157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115437588955230157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-really-nothing.html' title='It&apos;s really nothing.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115403689264750006</id><published>2006-07-27T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T22:04:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was thinking this as I ate a sandwich.</title><summary type='text'>Our first and foremost responsibility, as agents participating in a civil society, is to have as our first reaction to any person or persons who claim an authoritative position of any kind, be it social, cultural, moral, political, economic, religious or academic, should be immediate suspicion and eventual critique of their claim, the validity of their position and the consequence of having such </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115403689264750006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115403689264750006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-was-thinking-this-as-i-ate-sandwich.html' title='I was thinking this as I ate a sandwich.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115393404110104667</id><published>2006-07-26T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:48:34.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giants Invade Russia: Local Populace Entranced</title><summary type='text'>Check out these amazing sculptures by Ron Mueck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115393404110104667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115393404110104667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/giants-invade-russia-local-populace.html' title='Giants Invade Russia: Local Populace Entranced'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115385652283317220</id><published>2006-07-25T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T12:45:08.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Notebooks and weddings and editors.</title><summary type='text'>The Moleskine notebook has become one of my favourite tools lately.  I've taken mine everywhere, from Paris to Chilliwack, and my beloved book has had phone numbers, names of composers and theorists, notes on kinship and gender for my anthropology class, notes for an amateur ethnography on the chess players outside the Vancouver Art Gallery and stories and poems and observations scribbled </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115385652283317220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115385652283317220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115385652283317220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115385652283317220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/notebooks-and-weddings-and-editors.html' title='Notebooks and weddings and editors.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115352257169044120</id><published>2006-07-21T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:53:44.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's the scoop.</title><summary type='text'>My stomach troubles have finally skipped town.  I could use a day or two of serious rest, though, since I had some trouble getting to sleep last night, and a little less noise and heat from the outside world would be kind of refreshing.  The diagnosis?  Probably food poisoning.I wrote my first edit and everyone seemed happy, but not ecstatic.  I'm writing one more draft to finalize how the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115352257169044120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115352257169044120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/heres-scoop.html' title='Here&apos;s the scoop.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115341445800186106</id><published>2006-07-20T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:54:07.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping it real since 1994.</title><summary type='text'>I'm writing this post outside, on a bench just outside the Student Union Building.  The sky is perfectly blue.I started the new job yesterday.  I have my own office (more like a glorified  storage room) with a phone and a gorgeous G5 Mac with two screens.  There's even a phone.  I spent the day researching faculty profiles on other university websites to get an idea on how the new website will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115341445800186106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115341445800186106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/keeping-it-real-since-1994.html' title='Keeping it real since 1994.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115319719830884485</id><published>2006-07-17T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T12:04:25.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skype</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone else use Skype?Since I'll be out of the country for at least four to five months, I though it would stellar to have a way to communicate with friends and family.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115319719830884485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115319719830884485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/skype.html' title='Skype'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115316520554725738</id><published>2006-07-17T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T12:40:05.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-------------------&gt; JOB!</title><summary type='text'>I just got the call this morning: the job is mine!  I am now an Editron.  An Assistant Editron.  I start Wednesday morning and my contract goes until September 1st.  Unfortunately, my house is in disarray.  The only solution is to have a barbeque on my front stoop and drink beer.  Yes.I'll be playing football on Tuesday (which would tell you I'm feeling better) and possibly gaming next Sunday.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115316520554725738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115316520554725738&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115316520554725738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115316520554725738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/job.html' title='-------------------&gt; JOB!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115292357325095655</id><published>2006-07-14T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T02:14:29.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kill all forms!</title><summary type='text'>So I go to the British Columbia Financial Aid website to download and print an Appendix  7, or reassessment request, just a couple of weeks ago.  Granted, I procrastinated a bit, but as I was filling it out today I just realized this form is for 2005 / 2006.OH MY GOD WHY THE FUCK DOES THE PROVINCIAL GOVERNMENT NOT UPDATE ITS WEBSITE UNTIL RECENTLY YOU DOG-SUCKING SHITHEELS! Yeah, I'm good.Now I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115292357325095655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115292357325095655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/kill-all-forms.html' title='Kill all forms!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115276206278364807</id><published>2006-07-12T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T20:41:02.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punctured bicycle, on a hillside, desolate.</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I have a job interview.  The art history department is looking for an assistant editor and marketing person for their website and their newsletter.  I'm pretty excited to get his job - I've been wanting to get some editing experience for awhile and now I have an opportunity.So Bell Globemedia has bought Chum Ltd., or they just made the bid?  Nonetheless, this piece of news twists me out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115276206278364807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115276206278364807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115276206278364807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115276206278364807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/punctured-bicycle-on-hillside-desolate.html' title='Punctured bicycle, on a hillside, desolate.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115266787379828615</id><published>2006-07-11T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T00:03:41.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My head wound.</title><summary type='text'>I never had stitches or staples before, so lying face down on a hospital bed at midnight while a doctor pinches my flesh together with steel staples was rather novel.First the doctor (I don't remember his name, he was really upbeat and yet kept clam calm through the whole procedure) administered some local anesthetic, which hurt a little, then scraped out the blood clot; it was about the width of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115266787379828615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115266787379828615&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115266787379828615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115266787379828615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-head-wound.html' title='My head wound.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115256937508862171</id><published>2006-07-10T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T15:09:35.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aftermath</title><summary type='text'>I'll have to keep this short for reasons I'll explain later.First, thanks to all who came to my party Friday night.  I had an amazing time and received some wonderful gifts from friends and family.  Thank you so much!We started with four of us, Kevin, Iain, Andrew and myself kicking the football around in the park.  Later, we ended up with almost twelve players, including kids, parents and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115256937508862171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115256937508862171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115256937508862171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115256937508862171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/aftermath.html' title='The Aftermath'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115224970273180732</id><published>2006-07-06T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T22:21:43.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Say Good-Bye I Will Never See You Again</title><summary type='text'>I sat on my stoop and smoked a cigarette.  Someone was plucking a banjo nearby.  The song was faint, the notes leaping and tumbling into one another.  A long-haired cat, coloured like dried flowers, slept on my neighbour's porch.  Sprinklers tossed water across the lawns and sidewalks.  The clouds were thick and soupy, mixing with the fading orange light.  Two men walked by.  One pointed at my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115224970273180732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115224970273180732&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115224970273180732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115224970273180732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-i-say-good-bye-i-will-never-see-you.html' title='If I Say Good-Bye I Will Never See You Again'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115201209612158037</id><published>2006-07-04T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T04:21:36.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I invite the internets to my birthday.</title><summary type='text'>My birthday is this Friday.  Would you like to come?  Did you not receive an invitation?  Then email inquiries to ghostofjason [at] gmail [dot] com.There will be booze, barbeque, soccer and (hopefully) poetry, followed by a two-day climb up a gigantic mountain.See you there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115201209612158037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115201209612158037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-invite-internets-to-my-birthday.html' title='I invite the internets to my birthday.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115187148188766034</id><published>2006-07-02T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T14:03:30.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blargity-blarg I'm on the internets!</title><summary type='text'>Last night I met some lovely people.  I was given the lowdown on butchery (of animals, not people; although, I should write an entry on human butchery in the Secret Hell Blog), discussed Darwin and ecology and then compared Cezanne with Van Gogh.Hopefully my metrosexual application will be approved.Also, I met one of the authors of the 'zine Bleach at this wing-ding.  She was the host(ess), </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115187148188766034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115187148188766034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115187148188766034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115187148188766034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/07/blargity-blarg-im-on-internets.html' title='Blargity-blarg I&apos;m on the internets!'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115168093873903838</id><published>2006-06-30T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:22:18.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am embarrassed.</title><summary type='text'>I was fooling around with Friendster this morning.  There is a feature where you type in people's email addresses and the search engine looks for their profiles.  Instead, I sent a few invites to near-strangers.  I am officially a spammer.You'll have to excuse me while I look for a hook to hang my asshat.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115168093873903838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115168093873903838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-am-embarrassed.html' title='I am embarrassed.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115167360996698974</id><published>2006-06-30T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T08:18:04.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled, or Reading, Thought and Authorship.</title><summary type='text'>Woof.  Not much sleep last night, and I don't have that pleasant tired buzz I get when I don't sleep.  Well, the buzz is sort of there.Summer is reading season.  I don't want to go outside that much, so I'm content to just sit and read with a cup of coffee and listen to some Mozart in the background.  Not only am I reading from my self-imposed syllabus, but I'm also catching up on some other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/feeds/115167360996698974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7556881&amp;postID=115167360996698974&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115167360996698974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115167360996698974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/06/untitled-or-reading-thought-and.html' title='Untitled, or Reading, Thought and Authorship.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115144551253537428</id><published>2006-06-27T14:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T14:58:32.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch.</title><summary type='text'>Yes, my ribs are still bothering me.  I've been annoying people with the fact and taking a small degree of satisfaction from my complaining.  I hope I mend in time for the Big Day.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115144551253537428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115144551253537428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/06/ouch.html' title='Ouch.'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7556881.post-115128095537229599</id><published>2006-06-25T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T17:17:46.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell-o</title><summary type='text'>Woke up at 6 AM.  Somehow got to Commercial Drive to watch the England game with Mr. Chris, Mr. Iain and Ms. Kayla.  Drank one cafe au lait, one Americano and cheered when Beckham scored.  Bought comics.  Ate breakfast at Slickety Jim's with Mr. Chris.  Had an anxiety attack during the walk home.  Had a bath, slipped into pajamas and will go to the park later to read and buy gelato.Weird, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115128095537229599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7556881/posts/default/115128095537229599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thestarshaveeyes.blogspot.com/2006/06/hell-o.html' title='Hell-o'/><author><name>Jay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05495459652041250622</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2407/2050238815_b1739af20e_b.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
