<?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-21060373</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:24:03.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Logical Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>J. E. S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21060373.post-1916168056738307642</id><published>2008-06-08T20:01:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:16:20.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 30 Second Snippet</title><summary type='text'>The 30 Second Music SampleI listen to a lot of music while I am writing or researching. Like most Americans I actually listen to music in some form every single day. The majority of my daily listening is comprised of bits and pieces of what I hear from the internet radio station that plays continuously in our kitchen and the snippets of song samples I listen to on iTunes, Amazon.com, or eMusic. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/feeds/1916168056738307642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21060373&amp;postID=1916168056738307642&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/1916168056738307642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/1916168056738307642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/2008/06/30-second-snippet.html' title='The 30 Second Snippet'/><author><name>J. E. S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21060373.post-1594843677011516379</id><published>2008-05-15T14:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:14:13.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fishing with Gypsies for New Paradigms Over a Fresh Pot of Caffeinated Beer</title><summary type='text'>Fresh perspectives will usually give us new insights into the plethora of problems that we face as a society. The various ways in which we choose to see an issue is proportional to the number of solutions that might be available for application to the problem. Humanity limits themselves when they stop dreaming, wondering, and thinking outside of the box. The reason for our hesitation, or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/feeds/1594843677011516379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21060373&amp;postID=1594843677011516379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/1594843677011516379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/1594843677011516379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/2008/05/fishing-with-gypsies-for-new-paradigms.html' title='Fishing with Gypsies for New Paradigms Over a Fresh Pot of Caffeinated Beer'/><author><name>J. E. S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21060373.post-2576534457184467519</id><published>2008-05-14T23:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T23:27:38.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Re-imagining Of Benedict's Rule Chapter One</title><summary type='text'>It is well known that there are four kinds of worshipers. The first kind is that of the Faithful Attender, that is, those who live in accountability and under the teaching of a pastor.The second kind is that of the Missionary and Discipler, those who, no longer in the first fervor of their conversion, but taught by long practice and the help of the body, have already learned to stand strong </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/feeds/2576534457184467519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21060373&amp;postID=2576534457184467519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/2576534457184467519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/2576534457184467519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/2008/05/re-imagining-of-benedicts-rule-chapter.html' title='A Re-imagining Of Benedict&apos;s Rule Chapter One'/><author><name>J. E. S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21060373.post-2625191266637626901</id><published>2008-05-14T08:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:11:02.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Spaces</title><summary type='text'>Our lives are full of empty spaces.Gaps and holes that we hunger to fill with meaning.As children we expect our family and friends to fill these voids and occasionally some succeed. Sadly, in may cases, they fail us because they are also expecting reciprocal completeness through their children, family, and friends. And so this cycle of need continues. Partners, in many ways, represent the very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/feeds/2625191266637626901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21060373&amp;postID=2625191266637626901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/2625191266637626901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/2625191266637626901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/2008/05/empty-spaces.html' title='Empty Spaces'/><author><name>J. E. S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21060373.post-114814779955319231</id><published>2006-05-20T13:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T11:15:38.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><summary type='text'>What if for a moment you would entertain the thought that you actually live in a two dimensional world? And to you this world is the only one you know as true. You spend your days moving about, strolling side-to-side and up-and-down, being none the wiser that your world is flat.Now, imagine that someone comes into your world and begins to descibe to you a world of depth and dimension. Where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/feeds/114814779955319231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21060373&amp;postID=114814779955319231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/114814779955319231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/114814779955319231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/2006/05/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>J. E. S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21060373.post-114814422434596494</id><published>2006-05-20T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T13:06:05.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Security and a Blankey</title><summary type='text'>A blankey seems like a silly item once we become adults. We are secure when we are surrounded by someone who loves us. When they are near we can face anything, withstand any assault, endure any hardship. But when we are alone, or perceive that we are alone then we become insecure.I can remember growing up and being afraid of the dark. Actually for a year after my great grandfather died I had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/feeds/114814422434596494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21060373&amp;postID=114814422434596494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/114814422434596494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/114814422434596494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/2006/05/security-and-blankey.html' title='Security and a Blankey'/><author><name>J. E. S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21060373.post-114582193362340512</id><published>2006-04-23T15:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:45:12.041-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked, Naked, Naked, Naked</title><summary type='text'>Haha made you look!I am ashamed to be naked. Even if I was 0% body fat and well muscled I believe I would hate to be naked. Why? Because I have knowledge. I know things about myself and others. For instance, I know that there are those whose bodies are considered perfect. Really. We even have a ranking system. A perfect body is a ten and anything less goes down from there. It sucks to be a zero. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/feeds/114582193362340512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21060373&amp;postID=114582193362340512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/114582193362340512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21060373/posts/default/114582193362340512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://logica4d.blogspot.com/2006/04/naked-naked-naked-naked.html' title='Naked, Naked, Naked, Naked'/><author><name>J. E. S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
