<?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-10433022</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:49:08.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hechessenses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-113764395925923374</id><published>2006-01-18T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:07:33.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Periodicos De Ayer</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/113764395925923374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/113764395925923374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2006/01/periodicos-de-ayer.html' title='Periodicos De Ayer'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-113764316672099416</id><published>2006-01-18T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:58:57.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seed</title><summary type='text'>ever been short changed? seeds and seeded... to be seeded or not to be seeded. is there actually a fine line or is it jive? when it comes to those damn delicous olives, seeded is needed. in fact leave my fucking seeds in my food, please. hey, i paid for it! i want mu muddafuckin seed baby!and its tastier too. ever eat a seeded olive? thats like stealing from something paid for that belongs to me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/113764316672099416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111808640445759308</id><published>2005-06-06T15:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:07:17.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waves on Highlands</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111808640445759308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111808640445759308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111808640445759308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111808640445759308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/06/waves-on-highlands.html' title='Waves on Highlands'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111777249032185457</id><published>2005-06-03T00:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T10:08:16.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission Inn, Cape May, NJ</title><summary type='text'>Porpoises Across the Street Relatively Bright and Early</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.missioninn.net/' title='The Mission Inn, Cape May, NJ'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111777249032185457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Work!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111773558754955935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111773558754955935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111773558754955935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111773558754955935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/06/work-hard-at-work.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;Work..., Hard at Work!&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111773419134433733</id><published>2005-06-02T13:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:57:36.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Three Yr Old's Imagination Masterpiece</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111773419134433733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111773419134433733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111773419134433733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111773419134433733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/06/3yr-olds-masterpiece.html' title='A Three Yr Old&apos;s Imagination Masterpiece'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111773223190431142</id><published>2005-06-02T01:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:56:27.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Rimini</title><summary type='text'>Rimini is "a well-known seascape and landscape artist from Rockport, Mass...", and THE only Artist of any importance to me and my family. Little else is known of him by me except the sudden research I did today out of sudden curiousity. Why is he of any importance to us at all? History... my Granny Lammers picked up these two works on a trip she and my Grandpa made a while ago to Cape Cod. In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111773223190431142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111773223190431142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111773223190431142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111773223190431142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/06/art-of-joe-rimini.html' title='Joe Rimini'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111756755230189397</id><published>2005-05-31T15:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:45:51.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliance in a Day</title><summary type='text'>    Sea Bright/Atlantic Highlands  The Mission Inn in Cape May, NJ  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111756755230189397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111756755230189397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111756755230189397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111756755230189397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/lees-brilliance.html' title='Brilliance in a Day'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111756719042779809</id><published>2005-05-31T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T01:58:17.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape May Lighthouse</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111756719042779809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111756719042779809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111756719042779809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111756719042779809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/cape-may-lighthouse.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Cape May Lighthouse&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111756704334967254</id><published>2005-05-31T15:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:46:33.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holmdel Park Friday Skies</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111756704334967254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111756704334967254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111756704334967254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111756704334967254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/holmdel-park-friday.html' title='Holmdel Park Friday Skies'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111711916688302168</id><published>2005-05-26T10:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:06:39.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlerious</title><summary type='text'>[BlackBerry Wireless...]For a few weeks I have been following the antics of the 100 REASONS WHY I HATE MY HUSBAND! blog. Since the author, "Christine" posted me a comment to my brother's letter on the disappearance of free press. I read now to "give thanks" for who I'm not, and when in doubt "learn" what traps not to set myself up in or avoid, as an ex-husband and a boyfriend. God knows I have no</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111711916688302168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111711916688302168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/girlggerience.html' title='Girlerious'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111708722640898675</id><published>2005-05-26T02:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:51:15.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Submission's Corner</title><summary type='text'> Defining Noses  Seclusion's Corner  Stake &amp; Suckles  Rock On Edge  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111708722640898675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111708722640898675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111708722640898675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111708722640898675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/corner-garden-of-kinderkamack-lawrence.html' title='Submission&apos;s Corner'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111602883782811486</id><published>2005-05-26T00:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T01:56:12.895-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want a New Drudge</title><summary type='text'>I've been a loyal reader of the Drudgereport for several years.Me, like the rest, I learnt about Drudge at the onset of the Netanyahu threat "to set Washington on fire", the day the Clinton Intern-Gate scandal broke, and since then I have essentially stayed tune waiting for the next story to refresh on the splash of the next Drudge-Alert. But Drudge has gotten to be stale, tired, boring and too </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sploid.com' title='I Want a New Drudge'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111602883782811486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111602883782811486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111602883782811486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111602883782811486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-new-drudge.html' title='I Want a New Drudge'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111706294114535442</id><published>2005-05-25T19:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:24:32.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Coy-mpany</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111706294114535442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111706294114535442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111706294114535442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111706294114535442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/chefts-coy-mpany.html' title='Beautiful Coy-mpany'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111626078924103248</id><published>2005-05-20T12:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:03:39.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There a Dick in the Emperor's Seat?</title><summary type='text'>Lucas jabs at Bush Seems like all of the headlines about Star Wars taking on US Imperialism, is based on Anakin's line in Sith: "You are either with me — or you are my enemy." Sound familiar? Although he didn't mention Bush by name, Lucas took what sounded like a dig while explaining the transformation of the once-good Anakin Skywalker to the very bad Darth Vader."Most bad people think they're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111626078924103248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111626078924103248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111626078924103248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111626078924103248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/in-theory-does-this-put-dick-in.html' title='Is There a Dick in the Emperor&apos;s Seat?'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111601388640075238</id><published>2005-05-13T15:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:06:07.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambiguously Gay Popemobile</title><summary type='text'>How seriously pimped out is this ride for the man who is head of a group of "celibate" men. It's Heaven's Gate meets Dolomite in a twisted episode of SNL's the Robert Smigel's "Ambiguously Gay Duo".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111601388640075238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111601388640075238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/popemobile.html' title='Ambiguously Gay Popemobile'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111600711373780187</id><published>2005-05-13T13:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:05:42.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What We Pay For!</title><summary type='text'>Michael W. Lammers II,"We get what we pay for… What am I getting at here? We have all heard this phrase before and we all understand what it means, right?  But…, do we really understand what this phrase means and all that it really implies especially where a "free" press is concerned?I'm going to make an uncomfortable assertion one that some of us would rather sweep under the carpet.Many of us </summary><link rel='related' href='http://abcnews.go.com/Politics/TheNote/story?id=751452' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What We Pay For!&lt;/div&gt;'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111600711373780187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111600711373780187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-we-pay-for.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;What We Pay For!&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111600605219185908</id><published>2005-05-13T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:21:09.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whole Foods</title><summary type='text'>Doesn't It Bother Anybody?  If a picture tells a thousand words, how long will it be before people get disturbed by this and start equating Whole Foods with Starbucks? I'm wagering short.Note: Write more about the embracing of big business by the anti-establlishment. Or the establishing of the anti-establishment. Or the anti-establishing of the anti-establishment. Whicheverrrr!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111600605219185908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111600605219185908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111600605219185908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111600605219185908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/whole-foods.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Whole Foods&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111600557922874697</id><published>2005-05-13T13:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:08:52.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign: Frozen in  Time</title><summary type='text'>BALTIMORE -- Imagine being frozen in time as a baby forever. It sounds impossible, but it describes Brooke Greenberg.The Baltimore-area girl may look like a baby, but she's nearly a teenager. In most respects, Brooke looks and acts like your average 6-month-old baby -- she weighs 13 pounds and she is 27 inches long.But Brooke is actually 12 years old, reported WBAL-TV in Baltimore.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111600557922874697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111600557922874697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111600557922874697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111600557922874697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/sign-frozen-in-time.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sign: Frozen in  Time&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111600054498222162</id><published>2005-05-13T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:23:33.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds of a Feather</title><summary type='text'>Michael Jackson, the scum of the earth butters you up. Can anyone imagine being Michael Jackson at the height of being Michael Jackson? That's rhetorical, OK, don't answer that! Things are good, you're the king of pop! The album that did it all: Thriller, a Quincy Jones masterpiece. You're loved by everyone then Bad comes out and popularity begins to wane. Dangerous is next and you're sinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111600054498222162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111600054498222162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111600054498222162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111600054498222162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/birds-of-feather.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Birds of a Feather&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111589981213115724</id><published>2005-05-12T08:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:28:47.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This, for Some Reason Doesn't Surpirise Me</title><summary type='text'>  It's fucking Saturn! And it's fucking huge! It has a couple asteroid belts or somethings no less! Why the fuck do people seem so awed! What's the fucking deal with where ever you look the last couple days, there is a heading somplace about Saturn having 40 fucking moons, or "Yet Another Moon on Saturn". Get a fucking grip... look at it like this, imagine, if we habitated Saturn. Got that in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111589981213115724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111589981213115724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111589981213115724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111589981213115724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-for-some-reason-doesnt-surpirise.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;This, for Some Reason Doesn&apos;t Surpirise Me&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111589670441486546</id><published>2005-05-12T07:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:31:58.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pope of "Stuttgarter Hofbreau"</title><summary type='text'>700 litres of beer on the wall of the sistine chapel 700 litres of beerTake one down pass it around699 litres.../Apparently Benedict XVI is somewhat of a chugga. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111589670441486546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111589670441486546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111589670441486546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111589670441486546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/pope-of-stuttgarter-hofbreau.html' title='The Pope of &quot;Stuttgarter Hofbreau&quot;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111589617228121129</id><published>2005-05-12T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:08:50.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Lost Bitch!</title><summary type='text'>Update: Last week I posted an E story regarding the whereabouts of Dave Chappelle, and after reading he Newsweek article this week I believed this missing persons deal was just a publicity stunt. According to my little brother, Stern speculated Chappelle got himself reacquainted with Allah (apparently Dave Chappelle is a Muslim). This Morning, I want to note that Imus reported Chappelle checked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111589617228121129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111589617228121129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111589617228121129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111589617228121129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-lost-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m Lost Bitch!'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111571621742250963</id><published>2005-05-10T01:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:13:22.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Love,</title><summary type='text'>&gt; I NEVER...&gt; Fingers laced&gt; Hearts racing&gt; Eyes glazed&gt; I never&gt; Sheets a tumble&gt; Tears jumbled&gt; Heat, heat&gt; Extremities reaching&gt; Oh&gt; "I have never been so in love with anyone on an escalator before"&gt; Escalating the lovelyescalationsterrainious elevationsearthen excavationsskyward thrustslandwards blowstectonic shiftssandstorm driftslove's clouds scatteroffering random patternssketching out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111571621742250963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111571621742250963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111571621742250963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111571621742250963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/to-my-love.html' title='Out of Love,'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111570650171481812</id><published>2005-05-10T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:35:28.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than Meets the Eye!</title><summary type='text'> Behind those glasses, this 80-something jewish man is Henry Orenstein. DON"T BE FOOLED. What should one expect from a man who survived 5 Nazi camps, other than the greatest invention to every child from my generation? The coolest toy ever; You know a little something called Optimus Prime, et al. RIGHT?! Which, by way of Adam's Papa (my Dad) we knew personally and by default made me the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111570650171481812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111570650171481812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111570650171481812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111570650171481812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/more-than-meets-eye.html' title='More Than Meets the Eye!'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111571471825586618</id><published>2005-05-10T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T09:16:13.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monena</title><summary type='text'>I turned in a fantastic Spring Lake weekend and Mother's Day, lounging in front of the boob tube, enjoying my two favorite programs Deadwood (which is the best show on TV of any kind ever), and Curb Your Enthusiasm, "The Car Pool Lane". In it Larry David attempts getting out of Jury Duty, by:1. Wearing his Seinfeld jacket to the Jury selection, because "they hate celebrities".2. Falsely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111571471825586618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111571471825586618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111571471825586618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111571471825586618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/monena.html' title='Monena'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111539647386133964</id><published>2005-05-06T12:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:15:54.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brooks Brothers vs. Ben Sherman</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111539647386133964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111539647386133964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/brooks-brothers-vs-ben-sherman.html' title='Brooks Brothers vs. Ben Sherman'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111538665376534006</id><published>2005-05-06T12:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:15:55.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Candy</title><summary type='text'>"Ever experienced any of the following symptoms? Fatigue, sluggishness, misanthropy, anxiety, broken-hearted despair, spring fever.You're suffering from the same thing as everyone else: life."What I love about this most, is our discussion about my old jewish friend on Mt Shasta in 1992 and what I said about how I might've fixed your mom's phone.Sums up pretty much what we went through pretty good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111538665376534006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111538665376534006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111538665376534006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111538665376534006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/daily-candy.html' title='Daily Candy'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111539513702764414</id><published>2005-05-06T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:58:57.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquid Information</title><summary type='text'>What Happens When You Unleash Text? What?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111539513702764414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111539513702764414&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111539513702764414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111539513702764414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/liquid-information.html' title='Liquid Information'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111536715912535009</id><published>2005-05-06T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:15:07.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>White Jesus</title><summary type='text'> Why is Jesus always a Roman caucasian? How many white Dads would go nuts if they saw black Jesus apparitions in their wives wombs? Wait hold on how many average white men would be Christian if they knew Jesus was Aramaic to begin with!?Do you think that you think you'd see Jesus all over the place if he were black/Aramaic? That's right, all this Jesus in my womb or on my toast shit is just that:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111536715912535009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111536715912535009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111536715912535009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111536715912535009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/white-jesus.html' title='&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;White Jesus&lt;/div&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111526795225079733</id><published>2005-05-05T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T11:54:20.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Coverage Check</title><summary type='text'>T-Mobile needs to get with Google Maps for this reason: they can./via LifeHackerLike Paul Rademacher did with Craigslist Housing listingsOr Like SuperGreg did with traffic conditions.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111526795225079733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111526795225079733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111526795225079733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111526795225079733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/personal-coverage-check.html' title='Personal Coverage Check'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111526342276422772</id><published>2005-05-04T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T00:04:59.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn Comics in the Land of Starsky &amp; Hutch</title><summary type='text'>Save for some of the more ghastly and bloody images this style is so intriguing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111526342276422772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111526342276422772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111526342276422772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111526342276422772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/porn-comics-in-land-of-starsky-hutch.html' title='Porn Comics in the Land of Starsky &amp; Hutch'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111525833126286376</id><published>2005-05-04T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:18:55.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They Grow Up Fast</title><summary type='text'>It's true, right before your eyes. And here is the science of relativity. Apparently kids are better connected with speed than just spurts in physical growth. One might extract from this artice that it may be better to rough-house with your toddlers quicker than it is slower. I remember when my son was just crawling. At times he still finds it easy to sleep upon my chest like a baby though. God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111525833126286376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111525833126286376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111525833126286376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111525833126286376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/they-grow-up-fast.html' title='They Grow Up Fast'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111525703715138788</id><published>2005-05-04T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T10:49:12.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Explore Darwin IV</title><summary type='text'>If you haven't seen this promo yet, get ready it's gonna be pretty unavoidable soon. On May 14th Discovery is running a program promising to take us earthlings to a living planet in the year 2014 6.5 light years away called Darwin IV. This time it's for real and there are no little green men or flying saucers, but space beasts, dinosaur style. Wait can you call something alive in the future a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://dsc.discovery.com/convergence/alienplanet/splash.html' title='Explore Darwin IV'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111525703715138788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111525703715138788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111525703715138788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111525703715138788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/explore-darwin-iv.html' title='Explore Darwin IV'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111524582654735420</id><published>2005-05-04T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:30:26.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Morning Sun is the Drug That Brings Me Near</title><summary type='text'>New Order has an excellent webplace with buko video content. Have a see/via RetroForward</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.neworderonline.com/Default.aspx' title='My Morning Sun is the Drug That Brings Me Near'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111524582654735420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111524582654735420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111524582654735420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111524582654735420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-morning-sun-is-drug-that-brings-me.html' title='My Morning Sun is the Drug That Brings Me Near'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111524390848476219</id><published>2005-05-04T17:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T18:02:51.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Put Our Money Where Our Mouthes Are!</title><summary type='text'>Diplomatically, is this filed under friendly spying? I'm sick, with a cold on top of my allergies thus I have entirely too much time on my hands right now. And I should be posting much more than I currently am. Over the years, since the time FDR until today, for all the tax dollars we give Israel continually, annually what does it add up to: like a trillion in total? Ultimately wind up with their</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111524390848476219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111524390848476219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111524390848476219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111524390848476219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/05/please-put-our-money-where-our-mouthes.html' title='Please Put Our Money Where Our Mouthes Are!'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111465820035228558</id><published>2005-04-27T23:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:26:18.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Everything Seems Up</title><summary type='text'>The Smithsonian recently ran an article about Toulouse-Lautrec:"With an aristocratic pedigree, Lautrec lived off his family's diminishing feudal income from land in the Languedoc region of France. He was 4 feet 11 inches tall, having been born with a disorder -most likely from family inbreeding- that gave him torso but shortened legs. He quipped that he could falling-down drunk without harm, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111465820035228558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111465820035228558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111465820035228558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111465820035228558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-everything-seems-up.html' title='When Everything Seems Up'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111443865549047726</id><published>2005-04-25T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:32:22.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatchu Talking Bout?</title><summary type='text'>We kennen nu allemaal wel die grappige commercial van BelCompany met Snoop Dogg en Marco Borsato. Hoe deze spot is gemaakt kun je hier zien bij The Making Of... Check vooral de uncut scenes van Snoop op het einde./via JaggleHUH? I don't know dutch, even though I'm half, they all speak english there. Honestly, I just thought, hey there's a last name I don't see enough of. Reminds me of my first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111443865549047726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111443865549047726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111443865549047726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111443865549047726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/whatchu-talking-bout.html' title='Whatchu Talking Bout?'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111369658306054518</id><published>2005-04-22T21:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:27:14.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unpeel Surrender</title><summary type='text'>leave your head on my chest, sleepevery shut eye breath, awake i watch youeach time i shut mine, i find you in my mind"That space, my celestial comfortThe sleep, a dreamy drugYour gaze, intent intoxicationI can see you now,and it delivers me to that space"this in case you missedeach thought hangs unletterednor do words sufficehungered for your soundsobliterated in nameenchanted by each inchverbs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111369658306054518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111369658306054518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111369658306054518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111369658306054518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/unpeel-me-your-surrender.html' title='Unpeel Surrender'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111401069743981498</id><published>2005-04-20T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:28:30.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Unanimous</title><summary type='text'>I was just talking about the same god damn thing! Though there is a resemblence, lets agree it is more in the eyes than it is in the chin per se.Darth Benedict. Well at least it didn't take long. What the Fuck them smokes popeing!? Black smoke is what: an opiate? hash? crack? Look at what happens when you're completely out of touch with reality and the people? You actually do bring upon the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111401069743981498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111401069743981498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111401069743981498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111401069743981498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-unanimous.html' title='It&apos;s Unanimous'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111392552261692883</id><published>2005-04-19T11:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:52:41.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beast in Me</title><summary type='text'>Toward the middle, you are a realist. -Agrees, I'm a sincere realist who values genuine negativity more than scripted positivity.Facing front, you are direct, enjoy playing devil's advocate and neither fear nor avoid discussions.With few details, you are emotional and naive, they care little for details and are a risk-taker. -Agrees, emotional and naive, and a risk taker. -Disagrees, i'm an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111392552261692883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111392552261692883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111392552261692883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111392552261692883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/beast-in-me.html' title='The Beast in Me'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111383742802277405</id><published>2005-04-18T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:57:48.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Took 3 People to Report This</title><summary type='text'>Take two midgets being taunted jailariously, and what do you got? The funniest story '05 thus far. News worthy? No, but so cruel it was so definitely Posted to brighten your day.April 16, 2005&lt;!--start bodytext--&gt; -- The yellow brick road ended in court after a Brooklyn man allegedly harassed a midget mother and her equally diminutive daughter, mocking them relentlessly with chants like "Hi ho, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111383742802277405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111383742802277405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111383742802277405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111383742802277405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-took-3-people-to-report-this.html' title='It Took 3 People to Report This'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111361161488564282</id><published>2005-04-15T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:26:50.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fluff</title><summary type='text'>Stephen Large who has been performing with Glenn Tilbrook, who was half of songwriting duo Difford &amp; Tilbrook both formerly of Squeeze, they produced tons of the greatest, largely overlooked music of our time. I recommend the book, Squeeze Song by Song, by Jim Drury. A collection of their songs and interviews about the backgrounds of the music they produced. Buy Squeeze music, read the book, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111361161488564282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111361161488564282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111361161488564282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111361161488564282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/fluff.html' title='Fluff'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111340614086821784</id><published>2005-04-13T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T14:52:09.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cried.</title><summary type='text'>PRANGSTGRUP, These guys suck! In fact I don't know why I'm even bothering linking to the whole website. I don't do that! See for yourself, that link is no endorsement. But, I can't say the same about This guy in "Startup Sound"! Although their attempts are very "Trigger Happy TV-ish" this is the ONE, that rises above all. This guy only has only has one skit, and it's hysterical!/via surfing the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111340614086821784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111340614086821784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111340614086821784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111340614086821784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-cried.html' title='I Cried.'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111277220941847872</id><published>2005-04-06T07:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:33:40.802-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Masters In the Know</title><summary type='text'>4/11-ESPN: The Daily Quickie"Two Words For You: TRUE. MASTERY.Take that, doubters!This was Tiger's finest Major title. Some marvel when he has made it look easy; appreciate this one even more because it wasn't.During Tiger's Major drought, some might have forgotten what a uniquely must-see event he transforms golf into on a Sunday.No other sport has an athlete who is single-handedly as much of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111277220941847872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111277220941847872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/masters-in-know.html' title='Masters In the Know'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111233361237146733</id><published>2005-04-03T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T12:25:38.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>momentary loss of moments</title><summary type='text'>priggish taboosotiose will to jostleinexistence beatifiedstimulating illnessresolute to feigntidings disdainfulinertia shadowinga lover too unforgivingcoitus platonic unpeel bananasacquiescence to lethargyundueness desiderated dayly sundowns retire to forgetjovial desertionsullied caretakersthe world you abide byt'is easier, alas! to be inexact</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111233361237146733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111233361237146733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111233361237146733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111233361237146733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/momentary-loss-of-moments.html' title='momentary loss of moments'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111229037044246100</id><published>2005-04-03T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:00:29.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By George!</title><summary type='text'>"You never save people's feelings by deceit..."/via DrudgeReport</summary><link rel='replies' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111249745777403803</id><published>2005-04-03T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:05:26.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>torrential reigns</title><summary type='text'>not just a myriad raveled in colourmyriads unlocked  in spectrumspedaling the roads of my worldan abundance purified in rainreciprocated reflectionscoloured in relationsfaced in a pondor stared traffic lightsstreaks chasing a pourstreet light ambersgold, turqoise and lavendera prism's ring draped around the sunhalos across the moon's unioncrickets echoing the hillspebbles pillowed in ripplesthe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111249745777403803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111249745777403803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111249745777403803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111249745777403803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/torrential-reigns.html' title='torrential reigns'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111227909908257232</id><published>2005-04-01T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:41:20.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Golfer Aces!</title><summary type='text'>luck and skillmost toil with luckit gives and takesand is as frugal as you areluck is thieveryall at par before oneintentions lie at addressshank a calamityadversity in a rough liekeep your head downtrust the swing you havebeware, if indeed golf gives</summary><link rel='related' href='http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&amp;u=/ap/20050329/ap_on_fe_st/blind_golfer' title='Blind Golfer Aces!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111227909908257232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111227909908257232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111227909908257232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111227909908257232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/04/blind-golfer-aces.html' title='Blind Golfer Aces!'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111181970478487881</id><published>2005-03-30T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:24:06.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Salutations of Destiny's Wayfarer</title><summary type='text'>"I followed happines to make her mine,Past towering oak and swinging ivy vine.She fled, I chased, over a slantng hill and dale,Over fields and meadow, in the purpling valePursuing rapidly over dashing stream,I scaled dizzy cliff where eagles scream;I traversed swiftly every land and sea,But always happiness eluded me.Exhausted, fainting, I pursued no more,But sank to rest upon the barren </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111181970478487881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111181970478487881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111181970478487881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111181970478487881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/salutations-of-destinys-wayfarer.html' title='Salutations of Destiny&apos;s Wayfarer'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111198264704316790</id><published>2005-03-27T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:25:11.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Woe Be Gone</title><summary type='text'>"Let me not to the marriage of true mindsAdmit impediments. Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove:O no! it is an ever-fixed markThat looks on tempests and is never shaken;It is the star to every wandering bark,Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeksWithin his bending sickle's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111198264704316790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111198264704316790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111198264704316790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111198264704316790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/sundays-woe-be-gone.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Woe Be Gone'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111155018515664766</id><published>2005-03-23T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T13:42:07.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dust on the Wall is a Permanent Fixture</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111155018515664766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111155018515664766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111155018515664766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111155018515664766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/dust-on-wall-is-permanent-fixture.html' title='The Dust on the Wall is a Permanent Fixture'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111143421945371241</id><published>2005-03-21T14:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:21:22.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Etiquette</title><summary type='text'>"There is no reason why you should be bored when you can be otherwise. But if you find yourself sitting in the hedgerow with nothing but weeds, there is no reason for shutting your eyes and seeing nothing, instead of finding what beauty you may in the weeds."-Emily Post</summary><link rel='related' href='http://malesmanifesto.blogspot.com/' title='Etiquette'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111143421945371241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111143421945371241&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111143421945371241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111143421945371241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/etiquette.html' title='Etiquette'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111179610025395170</id><published>2005-03-20T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T03:12:49.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3/19, Bryant Park Hotel</title><summary type='text'>Seems I put off my plug in for this movie long enough now. I write this on 3/25 but I'm dating it back five days to 3/20 because I accompanied a stunning Linda Min, on 3/19 to this viewing.This movie is absolutely hysterical! The story is great the writing and direction are brilliant but the syndication and numbers are not the same. We had dinner with the producer, Richard Temtchine and his </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.bryantparkhotel.com/Modem/modem_nointro.html' title='3/19, Bryant Park Hotel'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111179610025395170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111179610025395170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111179610025395170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111179610025395170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/319-bryant-park-hotel.html' title='3/19, Bryant Park Hotel'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111129967909441351</id><published>2005-03-20T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:17:12.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>contd!</title><summary type='text'>so tonight he said goodbye'cept goodnight was a "clap!"however you wish to see itthere's a zero in c0mpromiseyou only walk a crooked linetil the only taste leftis bittered of duresshe follows the signs that lead outin the funniest lightsand unlikely timesyou're shone who's not a friendhe can't compr0mise thatwhat is a lover that isn't a friend?neither. no corridor, or emailsa clean break from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111129967909441351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111129967909441351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111129967909441351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111129967909441351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/contd.html' title='contd!'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111098810490492070</id><published>2005-03-18T18:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:36:11.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Allure of the Game</title><summary type='text'>        "When my best isn't good enough, I'm walking. You know, when you're not able to produce any more... When I play well, I tell you guys. I've won out there when I wasn't playing my best. But if I play my best and don't win, there's no reason to be out here."-Tiger Woods                                            </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111098810490492070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111098810490492070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111098810490492070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111098810490492070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/allure-of-game.html' title='The Allure of the Game'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111179100006930000</id><published>2005-03-18T17:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:37:02.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ReSpektor</title><summary type='text'>reSpeKt!BOoYaKaSha!dis julie as been lingering in m'headsince i sawd a on da Conan's. sHe lit,toked and kiLled! ain't she da fittest?/via watching TV: Late Night with Conan O'Brien</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111179100006930000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111179100006930000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111179100006930000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111179100006930000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/survival-guide-to-soviet-kitsch.html' title='ReSpektor'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111118219197565963</id><published>2005-03-18T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:48:14.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la gran esquema</title><summary type='text'>so they say goodbyeday after day, "so long"they stand in the corridorlifeless, still, the world spins byfixed upon her frownsfrom behind their eyesthe foyer dim, lit faintlyhappiness' glow still flickersa gleaming jigsaw night on the parquetthe cat pitter pattersalong the sky 's dull  lightbon voyage!arise you fools, it's sunrisean usher brings you your seatwhispering, "enjoy the show!"the day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111118219197565963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111118219197565963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111118219197565963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111118219197565963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/la-gran-esquema.html' title='la gran esquema'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111099487531355281</id><published>2005-03-16T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T09:44:31.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>El Grupo Niche!</title><summary type='text'>3/15 @ La Copa... Hay nada que decir, solo: son de Cali y saben como trajer la salsa buena!La Negra No QuierePoquita CosaGotas De LluviaHan Cogido La CosaBuenaventura Y CaneyUna AventuraEresCali PachangueroSin Sentimiento</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111099487531355281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111099487531355281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111099487531355281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111099487531355281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/el-grupo-niche.html' title='&lt;i&gt;El Grupo Niche!&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111098826368328024</id><published>2005-03-16T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:20:08.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Veraison</title><summary type='text'>I like Bill Clinton, I really do. I think most of us can say now, in retrospect, that he was a da-yumn good president. But that's not where I am going with this. There is something inherently human about this man that just forces me to like him. This quote stretches smiles on my face. How many ex-presidents sound like your friends and family? I fear that if his wife ran for office, she may cause </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111098826368328024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111098826368328024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111098826368328024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111098826368328024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/veraison.html' title='Veraison'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111090470890733882</id><published>2005-03-15T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:15:22.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>splitting over ends</title><summary type='text'>love's a race ___won by two:your emotion___ and my solitude. two___  destined guards,taught to at___tack the  other,emballage___à l'upperhand, upon___dusty mountian piques, o___'er foggy hills-'s:. 3r</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111090470890733882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111090470890733882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111090470890733882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111090470890733882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/splitting-over-ends.html' title='splitting over ends'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111083433627770466</id><published>2005-03-14T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T18:36:40.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i either love you or hate you.</title><summary type='text'>in the ring of possibleyou will matter may be the worldcould spell disastergazing afarreflections from a mirrorA game or desertseager to exploreblind at times you'renone of my concernshameless, ripped off from wind and woodWild, standing there, her hands in her hairI can’t remember where she touched methe record jumpson a scratchround, dizzy, it revoltstime double-crossed us!"come and see me"a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111083433627770466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111083433627770466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111083433627770466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111083433627770466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-either-love-you-or-hate-you.html' title='i either love you or hate you.'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111067400032996294</id><published>2005-03-13T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T12:16:28.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who You Wit"</title><summary type='text'>Mix with parfumeurs, and you could walk away effluviously pleasant.Mix with blacksmiths, and you'll end up either with soot, burnt, foul or all.-Arabic ProverbAnd so the blacksmith resembles the friend who burns bridges. As they burn them, watch for the flints and sparks that ascend and seek to set you and your garments ablaze! The bridge-burner is much like the blacksmith, each is likely to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111067400032996294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111067400032996294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111067400032996294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111067400032996294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/who-you-wit.html' title='&lt;i&gt;&quot;Who You Wit&quot;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111046259240121424</id><published>2005-03-12T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:17:32.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an inboxualism</title><summary type='text'> "Individuality and individualism are not the same. We are a society based on "individualism" not individuality. Individualism is a social construct, or a concept of self, imposed from the outside using social pressure, or force, to ensure conformity to a group norm. Whereas individuality is the unfolding of the authentic or true self, which is beyond concepts, from within the depths of one's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111046259240121424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111046259240121424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111046259240121424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111046259240121424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/inboxualism.html' title='an inboxualism'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111039838423760873</id><published>2005-03-09T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:18:01.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adam,</title><summary type='text'>"Most of us like scary stories because we like feeling scared when there is no real danger."-Alvin Schwartz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111039838423760873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111039838423760873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111039838423760873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111039838423760873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/adam_09.html' title='Adam,'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111009215556924543</id><published>2005-03-06T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:30:14.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a father to a son</title><summary type='text'>i used to be more thanyou, which didn't last longi wish i was patient,you grow and are growingyour thirst for knowledgeonly you will quenchrestless, inquisitivesense will surpass dad's quest.he answers what he knowsall else would be a lieeither some readinesshas diminished, or i'mastonished by your glideyour giddu once saidgrandkids come to mean morethan your own. you havelearnt from them then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111009215556924543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111009215556924543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111009215556924543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111009215556924543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/father-to-son.html' title='a father to a son'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-111006108792276318</id><published>2005-03-05T17:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:14:42.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Will</title><summary type='text'>Gee it's great to be back home, as Simon and Garfunkel strum the chords to "Keep the Customer Satisfied". Home is where I wanna be!Played golf this morning, for my first outing in almost a month I played a smashing good game. I'll take 8 over this time of year. Good things to come for the season? Let us hope! I really can't complain this far. Life is good! Today, was a throw back of sorts, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/111006108792276318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=111006108792276318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111006108792276318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/111006108792276318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/free-will.html' title='Free Will'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110964873585889393</id><published>2005-03-03T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T13:43:11.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"the lock upon my___garden gate's a snail"</title><summary type='text'>it's cold out, so is your hair___under a rock tied in knotsspring runs beneath the snow___the basis of the unknowna chat with my brother mike___once upon the other nightwithout inclination to go___harkens back a week or sothere's something to be said___anger, sadness and happinessinspire emotion/distress___"energy"? physics strike a matchcaterpillar sheds its skin___to find a butterfly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110964873585889393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110964873585889393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110964873585889393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110964873585889393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/lock-upon-mygarden-gates-snail.html' title='&lt;i&gt;&quot;the lock upon my___garden gate&apos;s a snail&quot;&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110989523677472974</id><published>2005-03-03T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T20:30:43.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 2: * * * out of 4</title><summary type='text'>Amusing, original and derbys!*All*Wear*Bowlers*The only story to tell here is that one of my favorite resturants (Ivo &amp; Lulu's) didn't live up to your expectations. Mussels were good though, right? If I had had a derby I'd have tipped it to you, for being a good sport!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110989523677472974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110989523677472974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110989523677472974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110989523677472974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/march-2-out-of-4.html' title='March 2: * * * out of 4'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110978830885201666</id><published>2005-03-02T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:15:22.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Away</title><summary type='text'>"A black and white photograph           Of me up the garden path           Wrapped up in my football scarfIt sits here in my hand           And there mother smothered me           And how she would mother meShe knew how to suffer me           Like all mothers canNow she is everywhereThe comb that runs through my hair           My posture on a chair           But that’s not who I amHe ran from the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110978830885201666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110978830885201666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110978830885201666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110978830885201666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/walk-away.html' title='Walk Away'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110971071043866593</id><published>2005-03-01T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T05:29:48.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>friends go and come</title><summary type='text'>dina knows somehowto spring surprise upon mewhen she does funnywho knew that she wouldreveal to me unlike before?every time awaitsour friendship is onthe verge of two years goingthen's when fondness peakedtonight it is wanes ontomorrow it switches off noneso she weaves her weavea solemn friend spared fromdc's ghost, dislike dc!ugly, tasteless townwhat is her intentdun-exactly-ever-nodc tastes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110971071043866593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110971071043866593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110971071043866593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110971071043866593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/03/friends-go-and-come.html' title='friends go and come'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110962875819006586</id><published>2005-02-28T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T09:46:40.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Paranoia; Everybody's Comin' to Get Me..."</title><summary type='text'>Steve,I have known you since we were kids, I will always admire your idealism and furthermore I appreciate your admiration for Marx and his socialist ideals. I'm impressed with your pragmatic source of politics and identity. Even though the buck doesn't stop with me at Marxist teachings and philosophies, I still value these values as part of a contribution to the theories and lessons passed down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110962875819006586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110962875819006586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110962875819006586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110962875819006586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/paranoia-everybodys-comin-to-get-me.html' title='&quot;Paranoia; Everybody&apos;s Comin&apos; to Get Me...&quot;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110936876224806700</id><published>2005-02-25T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T03:05:42.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nunca dé su amor a un corazón absurdo</title><summary type='text'>quién no inventa una historieta___por evitar un doloren invierno tu calor yo fui___tu sombra en verano ardiente solhace tiempo que se fue de mi___y por culpa del destino hoy la vipensando en tu boquita de grana___me trae recuerdo las nochespor ella es que yo puedo___hacer una canción de amortal vez tenemos razón___pero no se escribir poemasin un tema de amor___hasta este dia no intiendoporque me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110936876224806700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110936876224806700&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110936876224806700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110936876224806700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/nunca-d-su-amor-un-corazn-absurdo.html' title='nunca dé su amor a un corazón absurdo'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110922697195951059</id><published>2005-02-24T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:12:05.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Kate</title><summary type='text'>So went to the Cutting Room tonight with Zsuzsi. It was her choice, and to be honest, I wasn't entirely sure about this. All I was told was that she's "young and European". Hence I'm expecting a European crowd, you know a gathering derivative of her circles. And again I didn't even understand that it was at the cutting Room until afternoon, then again I was so busy earlier plus I'm not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110922697195951059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110922697195951059&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110922697195951059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110922697195951059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/great-kate.html' title='&lt;a href=http://www.katiemelua.com&gt;The Great Kate&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110895347477770949</id><published>2005-02-20T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:12:49.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnanimity Aint What it's Cracked Up To Be</title><summary type='text'>"Tales from my headcan't buy the bookNo one's listening but I guess you couldTry whistling thisYou say you're tiredLiquid as waterBut you'll succumb now as I stroke your backI'm the best that you knowAnd everytime you think of meI hope you think of true romanceAnd every time you want to leaveYou give us both another chanceWarmest welcomeViolent stranger[S]he said come here as [s]he pushed me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110895347477770949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110895347477770949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110895347477770949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110895347477770949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/magnanimity-aint-what-its-cracked-up.html' title='Magnanimity Aint What it&apos;s Cracked Up To Be'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110818005372683380</id><published>2005-02-12T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T23:40:23.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a case for "elle"</title><summary type='text'>blinds, could not see___shrouds the stairwelltummies were flutt___ered setting her tablehearts were scram___bled transformations occurredcompassed me al___most a full circleboomeranged back___to the heart of the gamblebreathes heavy strokes___of her peaceful roulettestill pondering blueprints___inked without diligencerefreshed to elim___inate our last duetsher kisses pressed___my litmus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110818005372683380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110818005372683380&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110818005372683380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110818005372683380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/case-for-elle.html' title='a case for &quot;elle&quot;'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110815220541760366</id><published>2005-02-11T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:11:05.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering</title><summary type='text'>"Your suffering is never useless dear sick people. Moreover it's a precious thing. If you bring together your suffering and pain you can be God's priveliged helpers in the salvation of souls."-Pope John Paul, 2/11/05</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110815220541760366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110815220541760366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110815220541760366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110815220541760366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/suffering.html' title='Suffering'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110808117431245156</id><published>2005-02-11T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:47:09.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>railroaded!</title><summary type='text'>a ferry nowhere aboundno one to kiss, no face foundlike a train without a cluereaching the stop no one knewinside like a pythoncoiled, slithering its tonguereflect times on warnings nonememories to the wayside unhungindex cards litteredonce spared, i've severeddebris hidden amongswept and  gonereservations, beyondoptimistic, has beenmild and hotbut "can do"none the lessif i don't love you, i hate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110808117431245156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110808117431245156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110808117431245156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110808117431245156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/railroaded.html' title='railroaded!'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110779410377539778</id><published>2005-02-09T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T23:37:08.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>shed</title><summary type='text'>is it your pride you won't compromise,is departure making you untouchable?fears don't express sorrow or gratitudet'is better t'love and lost than not love at'allbe sweet, be nice don't shower or hoverlest you get into too cozy a zonebelieved love is moved by uswhen it delicately slinks on its ownlet it lead where it mayprovocation can shatter its cagedays have passed with brushes against lifeyou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110779410377539778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110779410377539778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110779410377539778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110779410377539778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/shed.html' title='shed'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110756312031586970</id><published>2005-02-05T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:08:18.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><summary type='text'>"...in navigating our lives, it is our fears and envies, our rages and depressions, our worries and anxieties that steer us day to day. Even the most academically brilliant among us are vulnerable to being undone by unruly emotions."-Daniel Goleman</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110756312031586970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110756312031586970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110756312031586970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110756312031586970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110757804680293621</id><published>2005-02-05T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T00:01:34.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In 1st Person</title><summary type='text'>Emotional Insight: Generally I have been out of touch with my emotions, and have failed to identify my feelings. I feel them physiologically but haven't verbalized them or conceptualize them well. I have had problems pinpointing the underlying reasons for my actions, which lead to miscommunication. I have always lacked the ability to make myself feel better when I become angry or sad. I'm told </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110757804680293621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110757804680293621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110757804680293621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110757804680293621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-1st-person.html' title='In 1st Person'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110756099927901619</id><published>2005-02-04T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:08:44.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excerpt From a Waiting Room</title><summary type='text'>"Friends shouldn't indulge your whimpering about flakiness, [instead] they ought to help you see ambivalence for what it is. Otherwise they're a part of the problem."-Amy Sohn, The New Yorker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110756099927901619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110756099927901619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110756099927901619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110756099927901619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/excerpt-from-waiting-room.html' title='Excerpt From a Waiting Room'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110776155822911441</id><published>2005-02-03T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T02:30:07.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>re: is....</title><summary type='text'>overlooked i am bornyour current is cruelyour tide; cold, unwarmrisque howls stewstinging my eyeslashing my facei'd never changethat beauty or graceit's what i beckonedbreaking the rulesrarely i decievewhat i get in returnmy eyes in a trancei can't shoot a flareor capture a glancewhy did i dare?!lulled in a dreamof unspoken chancei crashed as you setthen i tempted the glareyou stroked my shellso </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110776155822911441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110776155822911441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110776155822911441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110776155822911441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/re-is.html' title='re: is....'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110735510659215978</id><published>2005-02-02T09:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:10:25.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exchange Change</title><summary type='text'>"To expect harm and to see attack gets your running legs going, which sets you up for less disappointment. You grow and still react to people as hurtful. Freedom comes from not seeing malicious intention where none is intended.Hold back on concluding the presence of malicious intent. Doubt your supposition and before you draw a conclusion, find out the facts of motivation. Use outside information</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110735510659215978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110735510659215978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110735510659215978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110735510659215978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/exchange-change.html' title='Exchange Change'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110734828225332619</id><published>2005-02-02T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:10:06.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Not</title><summary type='text'>I spent the afternoon with Luba. She is such a wonderful woman! She has always captured my imagination, quite the perfect, immaculately brilliant! Everything she has ever said to me and everything she has done demonstrates to just how classy someone can be. I know due to the way she has treasured our little friendship, our mutual lulls and has been able to nurture it into something meaningful.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110734828225332619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110734828225332619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110734828225332619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110734828225332619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/02/to-not.html' title='To Not'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110696994540171543</id><published>2005-01-30T09:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:10:39.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Challenge,</title><summary type='text'>How can I promote harmony and still allow healthy conflict? Idealists go out of their way to promote harmony, I can make peace and take it upon myself to mediate disputes. But when it's possible, and that's seldom, I try to avoid them.Conflict doesn't have to be destructive. Yes there is such a thing, it's called healthy conflict. Even heated exchanges have proven to be useful when we play fairly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110696994540171543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110696994540171543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110696994540171543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110696994540171543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/01/my-challenge.html' title='My Challenge,'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110696818205022779</id><published>2005-01-29T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:10:21.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion,</title><summary type='text'>I fell in love with a woman who is independent by nature, but she didn't expect to merge her life with mine. Keeping seperate friends, for example, was supposed to give us more to talk about when we were together.When I connect with someone it's immediate, intense and on multiple levels. I realize though that love can be lifelong, so I need to avoid the urges to control it and learn to simply let</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110696818205022779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110696818205022779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110696818205022779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110696818205022779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/01/passion.html' title='Passion,'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110696671091216725</id><published>2005-01-28T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:25:37.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; Ideals</title><summary type='text'>My hopes and dreams are important to me, so I take other people's dreams seriously too. My friends and family know that they can come to me for support and realism. I have an idea of what I want in life, I anticipate and plan around obstacles and I'm a sharp problem solver who is uneasily discouraged. I can be overly modest and I tend to sell myself short. I have a way of seeing the best in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110696671091216725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110696671091216725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110696671091216725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110696671091216725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/01/ideals.html' title='&amp; Ideals'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110687474138667053</id><published>2005-01-27T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:03:26.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Control</title><summary type='text'>"The way I seize an image the moment it's shaped in my mind: Trap it like a bird and pin it at once to a canvas. Afterward I tame it to master it. Then I gradually bring it under control to develop it."-Joan Miro</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110687474138667053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110687474138667053&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110687474138667053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110687474138667053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-control.html' title='In Control'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110686773469459127</id><published>2005-01-26T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:04:06.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Healthy Shame</title><summary type='text'>"Healthy shame reminds us that we are less than what we ought to be and less than what we want to be. If we feel shame it is because we are fortunate enough to recognize our faults. Those ashamed by these unflattering qualities should be grateful... Healthy shame is good; it reminds us of the changes we need to make within ourselves..."-Beverly Engel</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110686773469459127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110686773469459127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110686773469459127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110686773469459127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/01/healthy-shame_26.html' title='Healthy Shame'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110686701004580779</id><published>2005-01-25T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:04:37.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><summary type='text'>"We all fall and make mistakes, the challenge is to remain open to grace when we do and find compassion and patience for ourselves"-1/21/05 @ Yoga</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110686701004580779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110686701004580779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110686701004580779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110686701004580779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/01/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110841213773670814</id><published>2005-01-25T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:06:15.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Then You Have Loved</title><summary type='text'>"Unhappiness is easier to convey than happiness. In misery we're aware of our existence, even if it is a monsterous ego: 'this pain is mine only', 'this nerve winces me alone'. However, it is happiness which annihilates us; we lose our identity. Words of love have been used by saints to describe their visions of God, and so, I suppose, we use terms of prayer, meditation, and contemplation to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110841213773670814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110841213773670814&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110841213773670814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110841213773670814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/01/then-you-have-loved_25.html' title='Then You Have Loved'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110687643467665803</id><published>2005-01-24T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:07:06.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Richer or Poorer, Sickness &amp; Health</title><summary type='text'>"You must surrender yourself first to extravegance. Poverty is apt to strike suddenly like influenza, it is well to have a few memories of extravegance in store for bad times."-Aunt Augusta</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110687643467665803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110687643467665803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110687643467665803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110687643467665803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/01/richer-or-poorer-sickness-health.html' title='Richer or Poorer, Sickness &amp; Health'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10433022.post-110687819628148181</id><published>2005-01-23T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:07:54.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploration</title><summary type='text'>"Man has places in his heart which do not yet exist, and into them enters suffering in order that they may have existence."-Leon Bloy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/feeds/110687819628148181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10433022&amp;postID=110687819628148181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110687819628148181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10433022/posts/default/110687819628148181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hechessenses.blogspot.com/2005/01/exploration.html' title='Exploration'/><author><name>hechess</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/111/3545/320/PDRM06052.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
