<?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-5999053</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:13:55.962-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kevin-&gt;Write(thoughts, browser, time)</title><subtitle type='html'>void Kevin::Write(char *thoughts, char *browser, int time) allows an object of the Kevin class to create printed english text.  The function opens a blogger account (automatically associated with the particular Kevin object) using the web browser resouce identified by browser, and while time &gt; 0 and interrupts are disabled, uses blogger to translate thoughts into text.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kevin</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>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-7572801044805981958</id><published>2007-06-07T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:39:14.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Finals Preview</title><summary type='text'>The Cavs are in the NBA Finals!  I didn’t do a Pistons series preview, but if I had, I’d have picked them in seven games.  Instead, behind four straight wins, including a transcendent double overtime Game 5 victory in which LeBron James scored the final twenty-five Cavalier points in Jordaneseque fashion and a strong Game Six performance from Daniel Gibson, the Cavs closed out Detroit in six </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/7572801044805981958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/7572801044805981958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#7572801044805981958' title='NBA Finals Preview'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-1187693511922486112</id><published>2007-05-04T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T00:17:50.058-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Round Playoff Preview</title><summary type='text'>As of tonight, the Nets have taken down the Raptors in six games, which is mild upset that is bad for the Cavs, as they owned the Raptors this year, and Jersey tends to give them problems.  The Cavs easily handled the Wizards in four games, and have been resting since Monday.  Game 1 will be in Cleveland on Sunday.  Let's break it down!Point Guard: Larry Hughes vs. Jason Kidd.  Hughes had a solid</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/1187693511922486112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/1187693511922486112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html#1187693511922486112' title='Second Round Playoff Preview'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-3348471076011387565</id><published>2007-04-20T09:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T10:05:37.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Round Playoff Preview</title><summary type='text'>In this space in October, I predicted that this Cavalier team would go 57-25 and earn the #2 seed in the Eastern Conference Playoffs, and would lose in the Eastern Conference Finals to the Heat.  In a regular season plagued with inconsistency, these Cavs struggled to a 50-32 record for the second straight year, backing into the #2 seed in the playoffs by one game as the Bulls choked the spot away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/3348471076011387565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/3348471076011387565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2007_04_01_archive.html#3348471076011387565' title='First Round Playoff Preview'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116940127565976302</id><published>2007-01-21T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T12:41:15.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavs Forty Game Report</title><summary type='text'>Record:24-16(6-4 last ten), 1st in Central Division, 1st(tie with Washington) in Eastern ConferenceLast Ten Games(* means games that I saw all or part of)W-@BostonW-@Milwaukee(*)W-New Jersey(*)W-@Sacramento(*)L-@Phoenix(*)W-@ClippersL-@Seattle(*)L-@PortlandL-@Denver(*)W-@Golden StateBig Ups: LeBron's first triple double of the year in the Denver loss, 5 road wins, Big Downs: Free throw shooting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116940127565976302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116940127565976302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116940127565976302' title='Cavs Forty Game Report'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116786742484471129</id><published>2007-01-03T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T18:37:04.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavs Thirty Game Report</title><summary type='text'>Record:18-12 (6-4 last ten), 2nd in Central Division, 2nd in Eastern ConferenceLast Ten Games (* means games that I saw all or part of)W-CharlotteW-SeattleL-@OrlandoL-@New Jersey(*)L-Detroit(*)W-Orlando(*)W-@Atlanta(*)W-MilwaukeeL-@Chicago(*)W-San Antonio(*)Big Ups: Donyell Marshall has shot well.  Big Z has looked alive of late.  Larry carried the team to a big win last night.Big Downs: LeBron's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116786742484471129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116786742484471129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#116786742484471129' title='Cavs Thirty Game Report'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116681732394197939</id><published>2006-12-22T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:56:51.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Shop Funnies</title><summary type='text'>Beginning of a business meeting between a late-30's female and mid-50s male, who are obviously just meeting for the first time.  Female to Male:"So, do you like froofy coffee, or man coffee?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116681732394197939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116681732394197939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116681732394197939' title='Coffee Shop Funnies'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116660121390599301</id><published>2006-12-20T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:54:19.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Has Come Today</title><summary type='text'>The year-end issue of Time Magazine (the one in which "you" are the person of the year) includes obituaries for famous people who have died in 2006, written by other people.  I have evaluated the likelihood that the people who have written the obituaries will themselves be included in the Time end-of-year obit section when they die.Format: Time Obit Predicted StatusObit Writer: Info on Obit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116660121390599301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116660121390599301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116660121390599301' title='Time Has Come Today'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116593623897423634</id><published>2006-12-12T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T10:44:49.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavs Twenty Game Report</title><summary type='text'>Record: 12-8 (5-5 last ten), 2nd in Central Division, 3rd in Eastern ConferenceLast Ten Games (* means games that I saw all or part of)W-Memphis(*)L-@TorontoL-@Indiana(*)W-PhiladelphiaL-New York(*)W-@Atlanta(*)L-@HoustonW-Toronto(*)W-IndianaL-@NO/Okla CityBig Ups: Daniel Gibson looks like he'll be a solid rotation player in the League.  Damon Jones continues his run of adequacy.  Larry is back, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116593623897423634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116593623897423634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116593623897423634' title='Cavs Twenty Game Report'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116518434135067613</id><published>2006-12-03T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T17:19:01.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No Woman Like the One Eyed Gott</title><summary type='text'>When Ben Folds Five re-released Whatever and Ever Amen in 2005, they included several previously unreleased bonus tracks, including "Mitchell Lane," which I immediately liked for its slow steady driving beat and simple yet beautiful melody.  But, turns out I've been hearing the lyrics seriously wrong.  Where I hear this:Heaven is a blissSunshine is a mythHappy when you're coldWanna be aloneHe's a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116518434135067613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116518434135067613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116518434135067613' title='Ain&apos;t No Woman Like the One Eyed Gott'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116510185662324694</id><published>2006-12-02T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T18:24:16.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quip</title><summary type='text'>Overheard today in Cup O' Overpriced Smoothies That I Can't Resist Ordering: A Toledo Blade reporter consulting with his editor over the telephone over the proper way to spell Jennifer Lopez's ubiquitous hyphenated nickname.  They decided, after much discussion, on "J-Lo."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116510185662324694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116510185662324694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_12_01_archive.html#116510185662324694' title='Quip'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116482649188013272</id><published>2006-11-29T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T13:55:35.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Simmons on Cavs Thus Far</title><summary type='text'>1. CLEVELANDThe big problem: Hey, speaking of GMs who screwed up the decade for their teams ... it's Danny Ferry! When you're trying to make the Finals with Eric Snow and David Wesley on pace for a combined 2,500 minutes, you know you've really accomplished something substantially crappy. What a shame. It's like the NBA decided to give LeBron a degree of difficulty to become the greatest player </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116482649188013272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116482649188013272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116482649188013272' title='Bill Simmons on Cavs Thus Far'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116396240027438773</id><published>2006-11-19T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T13:53:20.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavs Ten Game Report</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm going to do status reports every ten games throughout the season, since I can't seem to make non-Cavs blog posts.Record: 7-3, First in the Central Division, Second in the Eastern ConferenceLast Ten Games (* means games that I saw all or part of)W-Washington(*)W-@San Antonio(*)L-@CharlotteL-Atlanta(*)W-Chicago(*)W-BostonW-@New York(*)W-PortlandW-MinnesotaL-@Washington(*)Big Ups: Sasha </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116396240027438773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116396240027438773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116396240027438773' title='Cavs Ten Game Report'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116044733184951300</id><published>2006-10-09T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T22:28:51.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2006-07 Cavs Preview</title><summary type='text'>Last season, the Cavaliers extended the Pistons to seven games in the Eastern Conference Semifinals, after a regular season that included 50 wins and the #4 seed in the Eastern Conference and a six game first round win over the Wizards.  This despite many things going wrong, as John Hollinger points out in his Cavs preview that I would link to right here if one didn't have to have ESPN Insider to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116044733184951300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116044733184951300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116044733184951300' title='2006-07 Cavs Preview'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-116033668480418653</id><published>2006-10-08T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T15:44:44.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><summary type='text'>There are many things that I could say about my trip to Chicago, but I think that one very positive thing that I will say is that the era of Ginormous Female J-Lo-esque Sunglasses has crawled into a hole and died over there, while it remains a scourge not only among the female undergraduate population at OSU, but even among the hipper twentysomething women in the Short North.  Ginormous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116033668480418653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/116033668480418653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116033668480418653' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-115811071871326847</id><published>2006-09-12T21:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T21:51:26.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OSU Webmail is the dumbest fucking service of all time</title><summary type='text'>If you are a graduate student, you get large volumes of email from disparate sources: secretaries, professors, students, the graduate school, nigerian millionaires who need your help transferring some money, and fabulous can't miss stock tips.  It's pretty natural to divide your email into a number of different folders as it comes in: I have about twenty folders for different classes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115811071871326847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115811071871326847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115811071871326847' title='OSU Webmail is the dumbest fucking service of all time'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-115806960289013170</id><published>2006-09-12T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T10:13:21.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, what happened to August?</title><summary type='text'>So there's this dude sitting across from me in the coffee shop and he fires up his computer and his desktop background is an Abercrombie and Fitch ad.  And I thought, either that guy works for A&amp;F or he's the biggest tool in the world.  And then I thought, if he works for A&amp;F he's definitely tied for the biggest tool in the world along with everyone else who works for A&amp;F.  Let's look at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115806960289013170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115806960289013170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115806960289013170' title='Hey, what happened to August?'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-115437500772501699</id><published>2006-07-31T15:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T15:44:36.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Blog</title><summary type='text'>Here are half-assed twenty-word reviews of the books that I completed before 4/20/06, the official end of my book blog experiment, but have let stagnate for three months.The Lion's Game, Nelson DeMilleMuch like previous DeMille yarn, this was pretty dumb, but it's the sort of guilty pleasure I can't help sometimes.Primary Colors, AnonymousA big deal when it came out ten years ago.  Feels a little</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115437500772501699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115437500772501699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115437500772501699' title='Book Blog'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-115394386601476493</id><published>2006-07-26T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T15:57:46.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Metafilter</title><summary type='text'>Here's a little secret about getting a P.H.D. in any discipline that they don't tell you about: it's hard fucking WORK. It's not a romp through the idyllic twilight days of adolescence, and it's not a rose-tinted, Joan-Collins-vaseline-on-the-lens "coming of age". It's not about finding yourself. It's not about growing up. You kind of need to have taken care of that shit already.posted by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115394386601476493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115394386601476493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115394386601476493' title='More Metafilter'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-115342173289293923</id><published>2006-07-20T14:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T14:55:32.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T-T-T-Too Much Time On My Hands</title><summary type='text'>Recently, when I get an IM from a spambot and I have some free time, I do something like this:Bot:Hi Me:OMG!!!!Me:HIMe:WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO VISIT YOUR WEBSITE??!?!Me:OR LOOK AT YOUR PROFILE!!Bot:I am Wet for you!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115342173289293923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115342173289293923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115342173289293923' title='T-T-T-Too Much Time On My Hands'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-115290890432392844</id><published>2006-07-14T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T16:28:24.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God, I love Metafilter</title><summary type='text'>From an AskMeFi question: "What's the big deal about MySpace?"MySpace has its own IM, blogs etc. Plus hot girls/guys talk to you, you can listen to music, and make your own stuff in a way that is so easy it's nuts. Teens DON'T care about the stuff that you and I might, like ads, obnoxious design and noise and the sheer volume of chatter happening there all the time. People like to tune in to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115290890432392844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/115290890432392844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115290890432392844' title='God, I love Metafilter'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114918856599118253</id><published>2006-06-01T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T15:02:45.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><summary type='text'>(In the TA Room)Kevinwrites: Hey M, how's it going?M: Not much.Kevinwrites: "Not much" is not an appropriate response to "How's it going?".M: Yes it is.(slight pause)Kevinwrites: Well...then I guess it appears that we have a language gap that I'm not sure how to bridge.M: (definitively) Bridge.(Longer pause)Kevinwrites:  Ok...I'll see you later then.M:(walking away)  Llama!(Kevinwrites giggles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114918856599118253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114918856599118253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114918856599118253' title='Funny'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114883346225368151</id><published>2006-05-28T12:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:25:17.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice From TradeTricks</title><summary type='text'>Matt Baldwin, oft discussed internet superhero, runs Tricks of the Trade in addition to  Defective Yeti.  This is a neat site where experts share small, useful tricks that make their lives/jobs go easier.  Here is one listed under Sales:"Young people often think the secret to making a good first impressions is to talk about themselves. They couldn't be more wrong.Remember to ask questions of new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114883346225368151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114883346225368151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114883346225368151' title='Advice From TradeTricks'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114805967695540919</id><published>2006-05-19T13:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:27:56.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sports Guy</title><summary type='text'>"When do you think Dick Stockton will figure out how to announce Anderson Varejao's name correctly in the Cavs-Pistons series? Game 10? Game 11?"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114805967695540919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114805967695540919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114805967695540919' title='More Sports Guy'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114805943543319783</id><published>2006-05-19T13:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:24:49.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prediction</title><summary type='text'>"I think LeBron comes through tonight.I think he finishes off Detroit. I think the crowd in Cleveland gets behind him and carries him to another place. I think this will be one of those rare games where you know something momentous is happening as you're watching, even though it's not finished happening yet. I think LeBron seizes the moment, embraces it, crushes it, makes it his own.I think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114805943543319783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114805943543319783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114805943543319783' title='A Prediction'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114763372684519846</id><published>2006-05-14T14:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T15:08:46.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite 15 Albums</title><summary type='text'>Back in the early days of this blog, I posted with this title.  Here was the list:A Hard Days Night, BeatlesHelp!, BeatlesPurple, Stone Temple PilotsBen Folds Five, Ben Folds FiveWhatever and Ever Amen, Ben Folds FiveWhite Blood Cells, The White StripesThe Joshua Tree, U2Lateralus, ToolAutomatic For the People, REMIn Search Of…, N.E.R.D.IV, Led ZeppelinQuality Control, Jurassic 5The Marshall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114763372684519846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114763372684519846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114763372684519846' title='My Favorite 15 Albums'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114694860404627539</id><published>2006-05-06T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T16:57:49.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastern Conference Semifinals Preview(!)</title><summary type='text'>Yes!  Damon Freaking Jones!  Balls of Steel!  Jones' massive shot, in with seconds to go in overtime, on his first touch of the game (!), gave the LeBrons their first playoff series victory in six games over the Wizards, setting up the Cavaliers for a second round matchup with the best team in basketball, the Detroit Pistons.  Let's Match-Em-Up!Point Guard: Eric Snow vs. Chauncey Billups.  Snow </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114694860404627539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114694860404627539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114694860404627539' title='Eastern Conference Semifinals Preview(!)'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114652730452374050</id><published>2006-05-01T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:48:24.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why analytic philosophy is better than continental, in one sentence culled from a Metafilter thread on Paglia and the death of postmodernism</title><summary type='text'>I read this entire thread thoroughly, and you all argued passionately and articulately. I also have absolutely no idea what the hell any of you are talking about.posted by jonmc at 12:13 AM PST on April 30</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114652730452374050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114652730452374050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114652730452374050' title='Why analytic philosophy is better than continental, in one sentence culled from a Metafilter thread on Paglia and the death of postmodernism'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114636547007017803</id><published>2006-04-29T22:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T20:56:33.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mammaries</title><summary type='text'>I've struggled with how to begin this post.  But I think the right thing to do just dive right in and admit that this is a post about tits.  Not the objects per se, but the word: "tits".This is a supremely underrated word, and in some ways its a shame that it refers to what it does, because its referent severely limits the acceptable contexts for use.  But, of course, some of its delight is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114636547007017803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114636547007017803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114636547007017803' title='Mammaries'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114635629379784410</id><published>2006-04-29T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T20:18:13.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Title</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the funniest goddamned things I've ever read.I'm a longtime MeFi lurker, but I've never paid the five bucks to join and contribute.  And the reason is that I know that my contributions could never be as humorous as those of Astro Zombie, loquacious, and quonsar, in particular.  Just quit reading this blog and go lurk right now, please.I owe you a book project year-end post, as the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114635629379784410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114635629379784410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114635629379784410' title='Post Title'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114572623957347449</id><published>2006-04-22T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T13:19:24.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cavs Playoff Preview(!)</title><summary type='text'>In this space, in....October?  November?...I predicted that the Cavs would struggle to a fourth seed, win their first round series, and exit gallantly to one of the truly good NBA teams in the second round.  Well, kevinwrites readers, I am happy to report that those Cavs have indeed earned the fourth seed in the playoffs, and assuming that they make it through the Wizards, which is hardly a sure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114572623957347449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114572623957347449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114572623957347449' title='Cavs Playoff Preview(!)'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114557946345403858</id><published>2006-04-20T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:31:03.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Music</title><summary type='text'>I got an email from Ticketmaster today.  The subject line said, "Don't miss Kelly Clarkson!"  Since I have trouble imagining any scenario in which I spent actual American dollars on Clarkson tickets, I imagine that Ticketmaster's marketing team needs to refine their ticket-spam algorithm.  In particular, here is how it should work for me, in pseudo pseudo-code:void Spam_Kevin_With_Tickets?() {If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114557946345403858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114557946345403858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114557946345403858' title='Awesome Music'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114523577922378832</id><published>2006-04-16T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:02:59.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Swear This Just Happened</title><summary type='text'>Scene: Aging man sits on my left in coffee shop.  He is immediately suspicious, as he is reading a USA Today, which does not come out on weekends, so the information he is paging through is three days old.  On my right, and slightly behind, a man and woman, late 20s, conversing about graduate school in French.  They could be a couple; they could just be a couple of graduate students gossiping. Ms</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114523577922378832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114523577922378832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114523577922378832' title='I Swear This Just Happened'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114479151820536891</id><published>2006-04-11T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T17:38:38.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scenario</title><summary type='text'>Coffee shop notoriously frequented by gay men and women and, well, me.  I sit by the window, facing a man at the next table.  An attractive woman walks by outside.  I glance at her, and as my eyes return to the table, they catch his, also looking at her.  We share an embarassed smirk, both caught, prompting this thought:HAHAHA WE HAVE OUTED OURSELVES WE ARE THE STRAIGHT ONES WHO IS IN THE CLOSET </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114479151820536891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114479151820536891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114479151820536891' title='Scenario'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114461384853979015</id><published>2006-04-09T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T16:17:28.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Que Sera Sera: A Better Blog than Mine</title><summary type='text'>"I am so tired of that guy, the hoodie guy. I feel like Jon Favreau in Swingers, when he says, “And it’s like I’m supposed to be all happy because she’s, like, wearing a backpack?” The last three guys I’ve dated all owned this jacket. All in the same color. Granted, I’m hardly a fashion maven, and it’s not like I don’t own all the same shit too, but can we at least change it up a little? There’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114461384853979015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114461384853979015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114461384853979015' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://queserasera.org/archives/000968.html&quot;&gt;Que Sera Sera: A Better Blog than Mine&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114400109976774141</id><published>2006-04-02T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T14:04:59.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eggers on Soccer</title><summary type='text'>"But diving in soccer is a problem. It is essentially a combination of acting, lying, begging and cheating, an unappealing mix."Here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114400109976774141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114400109976774141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114400109976774141' title='Eggers on Soccer'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114056061559425378</id><published>2006-02-21T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T17:23:35.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seconds Ago</title><summary type='text'>Scene: TA Room.  Mildly odious upper level grad student, conversing with one of his students.  My notes inserted, for additional comprehension.Odious: Most people are fully funded.  My tuition is paid for, and I get a stipend.Student: It's like you're a monk! (You are hilariously large moron)Odious: Yeah, except I get girls.  (HA!)Um, that's all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114056061559425378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114056061559425378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114056061559425378' title='Seconds Ago'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-114003891651514556</id><published>2006-02-15T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:28:36.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, another LeBron Post</title><summary type='text'>Against the defending champion Spurs on Monday, Coach Brown assigned LeBron to defend sparkplug point guard Tony Parker.  The Flying Frenchman is leading the league in points in the paint this season, as he's quick enough to get to the rim on anyone in the league, creating either a layup for him or an open jump shot for one the Spurs' four excellent three point shooters.  LeBron's height and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114003891651514556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/114003891651514556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114003891651514556' title='Yes, another LeBron Post'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113995771931629222</id><published>2006-02-14T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:55:19.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KevinWrites Valentine's Day BlogTacular(!)</title><summary type='text'>Last night at the bar, I was talking to a mildly crazy man.  At one point, he began talking about a girl that he knew, and he said, "So this broa-, I mean, so this chick I know..."  Man, good thing he didn't screw up and say "broad," because that would be politically incorrect.When I was eating at Subway, just now, a man walked in wearing a full length purple velour cape, with matching beret.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113995771931629222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113995771931629222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113995771931629222' title='KevinWrites Valentine&apos;s Day BlogTacular(!)'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113872241097781710</id><published>2006-01-31T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T10:46:50.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chewbacca Blogs</title><summary type='text'>via MeFi.From the MeFi comments:Oh man. I saw the title and said to myself, "I hope it's a page full of 'Uuuuugh ORRRRAAARGHH!!"' And then it was.posted by joegester at 4:47 PM PST on January 30</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113872241097781710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113872241097781710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113872241097781710' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://huuuuuurrnnnnnnnnnnn.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Chewbacca Blogs&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113857594908999989</id><published>2006-01-29T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T18:05:49.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LeBron James</title><summary type='text'>In the last several years, you may have heard something about this man.  I am here to tell you that today, January 29, 2006, he has officially arrived.Today, three hours ago or so, Lebron led the Cavs to a come-from-behind victory over the Phoenix Suns, with a dominating second half highlighted by an absolutely amazing fourth quarter sequence in which he sailed in from behind streaking Sun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113857594908999989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113857594908999989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113857594908999989' title='LeBron James'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113751851218270211</id><published>2006-01-17T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T12:21:52.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Probably the best link ever posted on this site</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113751851218270211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113751851218270211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113751851218270211' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=1329362959167995041&quot;&gt;Probably the best link ever posted on this site&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113736542376268716</id><published>2006-01-15T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:50:23.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes</title><summary type='text'>"I like that you sign your emails KPC, this seems like a legit abbreviation for a rap producer or a gang or something. It has a nice cadence." ~ClintAs of the 12th, 193,268 people had voted for Amare Stoudamire for the NBA All Star Team, despite the fact that he has not played one moment of basketball this year due to injury, and is not expected to return until after the All Star Game is over.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113736542376268716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113736542376268716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113736542376268716' title='Notes'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113592733815261012</id><published>2005-12-30T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T02:22:18.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Metapost</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who are just joining us LIVE* from ordinary.story, welcome, and please note that the concept for my booklist project was stolen from the best blog in the English-speaking world, IMHO, defective yeti.For those of you who are NOT just joining us LIVE from ordinary.story**, you should go check it out, and leave Clint comments about how he should update more often***.  *Live for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113592733815261012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113592733815261012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113592733815261012' title='Metapost'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113561664953107740</id><published>2005-12-26T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:04:09.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince, J. K. Rowling</title><summary type='text'>Finished 12/24.  Ok, I'm going to go right into predictions for book 7.  Dumbledore might be dead; he might not be dead.  Snape might be evil; he might be good.  A combinatory all up in here Punnet-square style gives us:a. Dumbledore dead and Snape Evil (slack-jawed pessimist view; most obvious view given events)b. Dumbledore alive and Snape Good (Rosy-cheeked optimist view; least obvious view </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113561664953107740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113561664953107740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113561664953107740' title='&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince&lt;/i&gt;, J. K. Rowling'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113561576246124593</id><published>2005-12-26T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:49:22.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plum Island, Nelson DeMille</title><summary type='text'>Finished 12/23.  Reccommended by E. W. Robbins: "John Corey is my favorite character ever."  Strong words.  Dectective story on Long Island.  I can't stand the sexual objectification of every woman who crosses Mr. Corey's path, but that's standard procedure for this genre.  Corey's kind've an asshole; leaking testosterone as he starts verbal battles just to show who's boss.  Witty cop banter: not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113561576246124593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113561576246124593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113561576246124593' title='&lt;i&gt;Plum Island&lt;/i&gt;, Nelson DeMille'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113506728864888711</id><published>2005-12-20T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T03:28:08.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay, Michael Chabon</title><summary type='text'>Finished 12/19.  Another Pulitzer prize winner(as was The Blind Assasin), this is, unsurprisingly, another very good book that is sort of about a duo of comic book auteurs. There's a lot to say about this book.  The biggest thing about it for me, and I don't think necessarily this would be the case for everyone, is that it is an issue book.  The Jews and the Nazis.  Freedom versus familial </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113506728864888711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113506728864888711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113506728864888711' title='&lt;i&gt;The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay&lt;/i&gt;, Michael Chabon'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113506620870898741</id><published>2005-12-20T03:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T03:10:08.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blind Assassin, Margaret Atwood</title><summary type='text'>Finished 12/12.  This is an excellent book; apparently I started out with the wrong Atwood work.  It's a between-the-wars tale of two debutante sisters, as the old money of their family slowly crumbles through the depression and they are forced to make their way in the world, but it's more than this and less.  One of them writes the book within the book, The Blind Assasin, which is written in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113506620870898741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113506620870898741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113506620870898741' title='&lt;i&gt;The Blind Assassin&lt;/i&gt;, Margaret Atwood'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113506573636341102</id><published>2005-12-20T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T03:02:16.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be Alone, Jonathan Franzen</title><summary type='text'>Finished 12/10 or thereabouts. I love The Corrections.  Love love love it.  Annie recommended it to me back in the day; that girl knows books(Hi Annie!  Hope you're alive and well!).  Mr. Franzen also published a piece, entitled "Kevinwrites Doesn't Precisely Remember the Title But It Had Something To Do With Birds, Though the Essay Itself Had To Do More With Other Things," in an October 05 New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113506573636341102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113506573636341102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113506573636341102' title='&lt;i&gt;How To Be Alone&lt;/i&gt;, Jonathan Franzen'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113506449113996316</id><published>2005-12-20T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T02:41:31.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature, By Neal Pollack</title><summary type='text'>Um, the quarter ended.  Fiction time!This book is published by McSweeneys, and is living proof that not everything Dave Eggers touches turns to gold.  A send-up of pompous assholian first-person travel writing, the one joke wears thin from page six.  Mr. Eggers might argue that it's supposed to be bad, you see, but I'm not riding that train.  Pass.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113506449113996316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113506449113996316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113506449113996316' title='&lt;i&gt;The Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature&lt;/i&gt;, By Neal Pollack'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113338852316200636</id><published>2005-11-30T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T17:08:43.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Simmons on Our First 14 Cavs Games</title><summary type='text'>They remind me of MJ's Bulls teams in the late-'80s -- because LeBron has reached a certain level, they're always going to win 50 games, kill any bad/mediocre/decent teams at home, and look fantastic on certain nights. But when a game comes along like that Thanksgiving game against Indiana, and suddenly they have to play defense, and somebody's actually guarding LeBron, and they're settling for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113338852316200636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113338852316200636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113338852316200636' title='Bill Simmons on Our First 14 Cavs Games'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-113077913488263440</id><published>2005-10-31T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:18:54.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies And Gentlemen, Your 2005-06 Cleveland Cavaliers</title><summary type='text'>Likely Starters:Zydrunas Ilgauskas, C-Big Z resigned this summer for big money and big years, a contract which may turn out to be a big mistake before it's over, due to age and injury related declines.  You know what you're getting from him at this point: 15 points and 8 boards, a couple cheap turnovers, lousy defense.  He's not a competitive advantage at this point in his career-just a guy who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113077913488263440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/113077913488263440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113077913488263440' title='Ladies And Gentlemen, Your 2005-06 Cleveland Cavaliers'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112895160095658181</id><published>2005-10-10T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T09:40:01.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><summary type='text'>Hi Folks!You may have noticed a slight gap in the proceedings.  Did you know that in a top philosophy PhD. program, everyone is really really fucking smart?  I mean, I can't say enough about how smart these people are.  Did you also know that at my program 1 in 6 incoming first years make it through the program and earn their PhD?  Place these two fact together in your head.  I'll wait.Ok, so, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112895160095658181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112895160095658181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112895160095658181' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112611099912429708</id><published>2005-09-07T12:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:36:39.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploring New Ethics For Survival: The Voyage of the Spaceship Beagle,  Garrett Hardin</title><summary type='text'>Finished 9/6.  Early, famous population control manifesto.  Defends the environment on economic grounds and with human-centric arguments, which anyone who has read my senior thesis knows is a line of attack that I find very appealing.  Look, I love nature more than you, but societies are run by people using numbers and arguments like "Spotted Owls are irreplaceable and intriniscally valuable in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112611099912429708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112611099912429708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112611099912429708' title='Exploring New Ethics For Survival: The Voyage of the Spaceship Beagle, &lt;i&gt; Garrett Hardin&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112611014797558528</id><published>2005-09-07T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:22:27.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CivilWarLand in Bad Decline,  George Saunders</title><summary type='text'>Finished 9/6.  On Defective Yeti list.  Four dystopian short stories and a novella.  I particularly liked the novella and the first short story.  All the stories are a little samey stylistically.  Dialogue often a little lacking.  Characterization solid.  Reads real fast.  There are worse ways to spend your time, like watching Date My Mom.Books Ranked Thus Far*1. The Time Traveller's Wife, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112611014797558528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112611014797558528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112611014797558528' title='CivilWarLand in Bad Decline, &lt;i&gt; George Saunders&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112610948897671488</id><published>2005-09-07T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T12:12:37.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the curious incident of the dog in the night-time, Mark Haddon</title><summary type='text'>Finished 8/28, in one sitting.  My mom bought this book randomly at the UVA bookstore when she was bringing my brother back to school.  It's a different sort of book, written from the perspective of an autistic (funny story, when I first started to type that word I typed "acoustic" Ha.) child.  A quick read, obviously.  Worth the time, and it won't tax your brainpower.  On a lighter note, what if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112610948897671488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112610948897671488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112610948897671488' title='the curious incident of the dog in the night-time, &lt;i&gt;Mark Haddon&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112546401475635341</id><published>2005-08-31T00:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T11:51:14.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Blog Tricks</title><summary type='text'>This was passed around a few blogs that I read several months ago, including the Yeti I believe.  I never got around to it because I didn't have my own internet access at the time, and therefore didn't have my own browser history.  Basically, what you do is go through the alphabet, typing each letter into your browser and seeing what site it predicts you want to visit.  Then, you post it in your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112546401475635341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112546401475635341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112546401475635341' title='Old Blog Tricks'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112545061401555014</id><published>2005-08-30T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T21:10:14.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chopped Onions</title><summary type='text'>One more Aristocrats thing.  Does anyone else not feel like reading The Onion anymore after seeing what they look like and how they come up with their comedy, or is it just me?  The one fat nerd who talked a lot, in particular, just ruined it for me.  Everyone deferred to him sort of, and laughed at all his mediocre jokes.  I picture him using his status as a shield to deflect reality..."I might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112545061401555014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112545061401555014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112545061401555014' title='Chopped Onions'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112487068837351805</id><published>2005-08-24T03:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T04:04:48.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hunt For Red October, Tom Clancy</title><summary type='text'>Finished 8/24.  This is at least, at LEAST, mind you now, the sixth time that I have read this book.  It could well be ten.  I first read it when I was in the fourth grade.  I come back to it from time to time, and it generally holds up pretty well in terms of me enjoying myself.  In my mind, nobody does political thrillers like Clancy.  I want to be clear that I don't think this book is very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112487068837351805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112487068837351805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112487068837351805' title='The Hunt For Red October, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Tom Clancy&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112486975281293937</id><published>2005-08-24T03:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:49:57.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sphere, Michael Crichton</title><summary type='text'>Finished 8/20.  I read this little guy in one late night.  It's about the fourth time I've read it.  When I'm at home, I tend to pick up books that we have laying around and read them, and if they're quick reads I'll plow through them.  Books are an addiction, it's an addiction to the process, to the eyes scanning the page and the fingers turning and the brain churning, and it doesn't matter what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112486975281293937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112486975281293937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112486975281293937' title='Sphere, &lt;span style=&quot;font-style:italic;&quot;&gt;Michael Crichton&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112486900585907194</id><published>2005-08-24T02:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:36:45.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizz-ost</title><summary type='text'>All up in here.  Point of order: The farcical theme for today's book reviews is, "Literatuoooooor"  But first, the next installment of an extremely sporadic feature which I will pretend has always been called "Reviews of Movies That I Have Recently Seen"Reviews of Movies That I Have Recently SeenThe Aristocrats: Disappointing.  Not funny enough.  Reviews completely ruined the best parts for me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112486900585907194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112486900585907194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112486900585907194' title='Pizz-ost'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112434067007643300</id><published>2005-08-18T00:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:51:10.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gringos, Charles Portis</title><summary type='text'>Finished 8/17.  On Defective Yeti list.  Picked this up along with several others from la bibliotec Bexley shortly after arriving in Columbus(more accurately, you know...Bexley).  I really liked this book because it reminded me of my brief encounter with Mexican society during my kayaking trip in Baja in 2001.  The main character in Gringos is a gringo (good title, Chuck) who drifts around the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112434067007643300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112434067007643300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112434067007643300' title='Gringos, &lt;em&gt;Charles Portis&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112433996937406935</id><published>2005-08-18T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:39:29.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Into Thin Air, Jon Krakauer</title><summary type='text'>Finished 8/16.  I grabbed this off the shelf at Alison's parent's place when she was mucking about with their new eMac.  Many of you have probably read this;  most likely all of you have heard of it.  Alison read it for summer reading when we were in high school.  I picked something else, but I can't remember what it was or even for which class.  She says it was junior year, AP English with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112433996937406935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112433996937406935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112433996937406935' title='Into Thin Air, &lt;em&gt;Jon Krakauer&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112433923225684825</id><published>2005-08-18T00:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:27:12.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski</title><summary type='text'>Finished 8/7/05.  On defective yeti list, and many thanks to Clint! for seconding the recommendation and for loaning me his copy.  And while we're here, temporally, many kudos to him for finding gainful employment.  Clint!, may your rent always be paid.  Now, House of Leaves is a book that has been talked up as being the bestest book in the land both by Mr. Clint! (Is everyone tired of the ! yet?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112433923225684825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112433923225684825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112433923225684825' title='House of Leaves, &lt;em&gt;Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112433829582992705</id><published>2005-08-18T00:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T00:11:35.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG</title><summary type='text'>Um, probably I should have mentioned this before now, but I'm starting a Phd program in philosophy at Ohio State in about a month.  I'll be moving into an apartment 9/1 at 3rd and Neil.  Living with the folks until then.  Maybe I'll post with my address or something once I remember it.  It's definitely a number...probably a short series of numbers?  Maybe I should say some more boring things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112433829582992705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112433829582992705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112433829582992705' title='OMFG'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112291718745257176</id><published>2005-08-01T13:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T13:26:27.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonah Goldberg's Column</title><summary type='text'>Read thisMy response, emailed to him today:  The only difference between an excuse and an argument is a value judgment:  an excuse is a special subset of an argument, containing those arguments that we do not find convincing.  An excuse is a bad argument, in short.  Therefore, your characterization of arguments against public security cameras as "excuses" requires a special burden of proof on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112291718745257176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112291718745257176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112291718745257176' title='Jonah Goldberg&apos;s Column'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112261490446710703</id><published>2005-07-29T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T01:28:24.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Children, Tom Perrotta</title><summary type='text'>Finished Mid-July.  Another in the fine line of Defective Yeti selections.  This is a fairly good book that is mostly about an affair between married parents who meet on a playground, and also a little bit about the impact of an accused child murderer and molester moving into a community, and a little bit about a moderately crazy former cop.  I like the writing, but the characters don't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261490446710703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261490446710703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112261490446710703' title='&lt;i&gt;Little Children&lt;/i&gt;, Tom Perrotta'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112261427146227500</id><published>2005-07-29T01:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T01:17:51.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pattern Recognition, William Gibson</title><summary type='text'>Finished mid-July.  On Defective Yeti list.  Mediocre Sci-Fi-ish stuff from a renowned author who I had not yet read.  It's high concept, and therefore plot heavy, and I didn't really like the plot.  There's a marketing exec, see, and she's chasing down information regarding an internet phenomenon which consists of anonymous, tremendously good short pieces of film, referred to as "footage."  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261427146227500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261427146227500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112261427146227500' title='&lt;i&gt;Pattern Recognition&lt;/i&gt;, William Gibson'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112261360432473484</id><published>2005-07-29T00:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T01:06:44.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Time Traveller's Wife, Audrey Niffenegger</title><summary type='text'>Finished Mid July.  Tremendously good book from top to bottom.  I finished this in about thirty hours, real time.  I cried when it was over.  Thank you Annie, thank you LN(even though I'd finished it by your recommendation), thank you Defective Yeti list.  Drop what you're doing and go read it right now.  You won't be sad.Books Ranked Thus Far*1. The Time Traveller's Wife, Niffenegger2. Jonathan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261360432473484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261360432473484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112261360432473484' title='&lt;i&gt;The Time Traveller&apos;s Wife&lt;/i&gt;, Audrey Niffenegger'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112261298726389985</id><published>2005-07-29T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:56:27.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Blood, Edward Conlon</title><summary type='text'>Finished Mid-July.  I first picked it up because I liked the pretty blue police hat on the cover.  This book details the first ten years of Colon's career on the NYPD.  He's a Harvard grad, so he can write a little bit, but not so much that you're really impressed.  Some of the book focused on the history of the department and the history of Conlon's family(his family has a storied police </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261298726389985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261298726389985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112261298726389985' title='&lt;i&gt;Blue Blood&lt;/i&gt;, Edward Conlon'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112261248264666566</id><published>2005-07-29T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T00:48:02.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Savage Love, Dan Savage</title><summary type='text'>Finished early July.  Yes, I'm behind.  This is a compliation of Savage's sex advice columns from the late 90's and early 00's, available from the onion and an alternative weekly newspaper near you.  Not much to say here-this is the sort of useless, waste of time book that I used to read a lot when I was about 14.  Nothing ground-breaking or terribly shocking, he's pushed the envelope pretty far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261248264666566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112261248264666566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112261248264666566' title='&lt;i&gt;Savage Love&lt;/i&gt;, Dan Savage'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112213345151889407</id><published>2005-07-23T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:44:13.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on The Fray/Ben Folds/Weezer Concert</title><summary type='text'>7/22, Saavis Center, St. LouisGeneral Notes:We had floor seats, which when we first arrived meant actually sitting physically on the floor, until the opener came on.  Alison and I were among the older people in the audience, which I thought was fairly sad for a couple of artists who have been fairly big since we were pre-teens.  We shared a $4.75 Sierra Mist, thus following the time-honored </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112213345151889407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112213345151889407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112213345151889407' title='Notes on The Fray/Ben Folds/Weezer Concert'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112179998867281215</id><published>2005-07-19T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:06:28.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happenings</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, as I stood out front of work having a post-lunch cigarette, a pretty young girl walked past me.  Several seconds later, a young man trailed after her calling, "Hey, Miss Lady, hey Miss Lady."  He walked up behind her and sort of started grabbing her and touching her and talking to her, and she kept pushing him away.  This continued as they walked down the block, out of sight, and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112179998867281215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112179998867281215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112179998867281215' title='Happenings'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112164576002280040</id><published>2005-07-17T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T20:16:00.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff I Laughed At</title><summary type='text'>Walking back from coffee shop, Alison and I pass a hipster boy wearing a t-shirt that said, "Local Celebrity"Me: I didn't recognize him, did you?Alison: Nope.LN: "I feel that writers like Michael Crichton and Stephen King belong in the class of Authors I Liked Before I Studied Actual Literature."The entirety of Clint's email: "Hey Kevin, I was just wondering when you were going to arrive back in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112164576002280040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112164576002280040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112164576002280040' title='Stuff I Laughed At'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112103368815102150</id><published>2005-07-10T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T18:14:48.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Panda Pang strategy guide</title><summary type='text'>As you can see, I have free time and computer access today.First, go play Panda Pang, it rules, as I mentioned a few weeks ago.Now.  Up until the last level, Panda Pang is fairly easy.  If you play a few times, you will probably be able to reach the last stage with little difficulty.  These tips are for surviving the last stage, but are generally good for the whole game.The name of the game is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112103368815102150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112103368815102150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112103368815102150' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.zeronews-fr.com/flash/pandapang.php&quot;&gt;Panda Pang&lt;/a&gt; strategy guide'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112102164266120439</id><published>2005-07-10T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:54:02.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Elementary Particles, Houellebecq</title><summary type='text'>Finished June 05.  On Defective Yeti List.  I really liked this book a lot.  It's a French translation, and the humor and sentence structure shows.  The book follows, for the most part, two screwed up brothers through their screwed up lives, featuring interesting sexual escapades, interesting family dysfunction, interesting malaise and depression, and through it all wildy good turns of phrase and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112102164266120439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112102164266120439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112102164266120439' title='&lt;i&gt;The Elementary Particles&lt;/i&gt;, Houellebecq'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112102032050346746</id><published>2005-07-10T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:32:00.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oryx and Crake, Margaret Atwood</title><summary type='text'>Finished June 05.  Another in the fabulous Defective Yeti lineup.  This is definitely a reasonably good book.  Atwood has a very distinctive writing style.  Her dialogue is very spare, replaced by expository pages and the inner thoughts of characters.  This book is set in a near future, where economic and social stratification have continued to divide America to the point where the high income </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112102032050346746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112102032050346746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112102032050346746' title='&lt;i&gt;Oryx and Crake&lt;/i&gt;, Margaret Atwood'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-112101964799752684</id><published>2005-07-10T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T14:20:48.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fermata, Nicholson Baker</title><summary type='text'>Finished June/05.  On the Defective Yeti List.  This book is about a guy who can stop time, through various mechanical and physical triggers that he can control fairly absolutely.  Mostly, he uses this ability for sexual voyeurism, as I dare say most of us would.  The first third of the book is interesting; it deals with the moral consequences of this behavior; the day-to-day exposition of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112101964799752684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/112101964799752684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112101964799752684' title='&lt;i&gt;Fermata&lt;/i&gt;, Nicholson Baker'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111932570615439517</id><published>2005-06-26T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:54:50.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oracle Night, Paul Auster</title><summary type='text'>Began 6/6/05 5:30 pm.  Finished 6/7/05 12:00 am.  I liked this book enough to read the thing in about four hours.  I'm well behind on reviews, as you can see from the post-date, and I've finished several books since this one, so I'm reaching a little bit for the details right now, so bear with me a moment...Ok.  The book is about a man who writes a book, and in certain places the book within the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111932570615439517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111932570615439517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111932570615439517' title='&lt;i&gt;Oracle Night&lt;/i&gt;, Paul Auster'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111983650899899454</id><published>2005-06-26T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:42:45.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations + Housekeeping</title><summary type='text'>On Friday night, Shaun told me that I seemed older than 23 - more like 26 or 27.  I was happy about this, and I'm also happy that I'm still young enough to be happy about it.  I doubt when I'm 35 I'm going to be real thrilled about someone saying I seemed more like 38 or 39.I have four books completed and awaiting review in this space, and nearly a fifth.  The lesson here is that I read pretty </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111983650899899454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111983650899899454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111983650899899454' title='Observations + Housekeeping'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111957543189307761</id><published>2005-06-23T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T21:10:31.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Finals Game 7 predictions</title><summary type='text'>Evans: Pistons by 4AJS: Pistons by 2S. Lee: Pistons by 7Eric: Spurs by pulling something out of their ass at the buzzerKevinwrites: Spurs by 3</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111957543189307761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111957543189307761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111957543189307761' title='NBA Finals Game 7 predictions'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111932507741701340</id><published>2005-06-20T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T23:37:57.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Design for the Real World, Victor Papanek</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I cheated on this one.  I stalled out with about twenty five pages to go.  It was my lunchtime book at work, which means that I read ten pages here and there for a month and it was never good enough to make it home.  It's a book about how industrial design should serve society rather than profitability.  How products can be made cheaply and to last rather than expensively diversified and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111932507741701340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111932507741701340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111932507741701340' title='&lt;i&gt;Design for the Real World&lt;/i&gt;, Victor Papanek'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111799638421116592</id><published>2005-06-05T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:33:04.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, Susanna Clarke</title><summary type='text'>Finished 6/4/05.  This book is on the Defective Yeti list, but I started reading it before I discovered the list.  This book is truly excellent.  One reason why I don't read much fantasy is, to generalize grandly, it's all about swords.  Now I like a good sword-related yarn as much as the next fella, but there are only so many sword-related story arcs.  And Tad Williams already did the best one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111799638421116592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111799638421116592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111799638421116592' title='&lt;i&gt;Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell&lt;/i&gt;, Susanna Clarke'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111790382500587972</id><published>2005-06-04T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T12:50:25.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sports Guy, Charles P. Pierce</title><summary type='text'>Finished 5/25/05, forgotten about until today.  I picked this up because the cover art is neat (early 20th century mechanical toy golfer, with the requisite type in a font that I enjoy, and white background to show the superiority of the Aryan race), and I know my dad likes to listen to him on NPR.  And also probably because I love the Sports Guy so much.  Anyway, it's a bunch of essays about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111790382500587972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111790382500587972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111790382500587972' title='&lt;i&gt;Sports Guy&lt;/i&gt;, Charles P. Pierce'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111759144964491061</id><published>2005-05-31T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:04:09.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes on Chicago</title><summary type='text'>So we went to Chicago this weekend, Alison Jeanne and I did, and I have observations.1) Driving.  People drive like idiots there.  I saw more near-misses there than I do in a month in St. Louis.  Also, it's contagious:  Alison noted that I myself was driving more aggressively than usual.  Part of this was an attempt to not look like the nancyboy shitkicker that my Missouri tags proclaim me to be,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111759144964491061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111759144964491061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111759144964491061' title='Notes on Chicago'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111671626426150055</id><published>2005-05-21T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T18:57:44.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, Muriel Spark</title><summary type='text'>Finished 5/21/2005.  #76 on the Modern Library Top 100.  This book is interesting in large part because a co-worker of mine knew Muriel Spark slightly.  He said that she was very "precocious."  This book is sort of precocious, but what it wasn't was real great.  It is a short and quick read, though, so I went ahead and finished.  Miss Brodie is a semi-quirky teacher who handpicks a group of six </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111671626426150055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111671626426150055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111671626426150055' title='&lt;i&gt;The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie&lt;/i&gt;, Muriel Spark'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111630557257538746</id><published>2005-05-17T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T00:52:52.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Review</title><summary type='text'>From two Wednesdays ago to last Wednesday, I purchased six new CDs, setting a personal record for a weeks time(I think).  Presented in reverse order of goodness, with two sentences for each.  Yes, I still buy CDs.  I never liked stealing music, and I don't like iTunes because I like tangible products in exchange for my hard earned dollars.  Also I have no internet connection.The Velvet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111630557257538746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111630557257538746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111630557257538746' title='Music Review'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111629884322381625</id><published>2005-05-16T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:01:05.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Metapost</title><summary type='text'>Folks, I crushed the comments.  There are blogs that need comments and blogs that don't...mine doesn't.  Also, I get no traffic, especially anymore.  Also, the little comment zeros made me sad.  Also, I updated the template*.  So, I apologize if you arrived here desperate for some hot, wet comment action, you perv, but you'll have to get your fix elsewhere.  Real post to follow immediately.*By "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111629884322381625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111629884322381625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111629884322381625' title='Metapost'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111558624043216945</id><published>2005-05-08T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T17:04:00.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Random Walk Down Wall Street, Burton Malkiel</title><summary type='text'>Finished 5/8/2005.  Clearly and cleverly written history of the stock market coupled with explanations of why beating the market is impossible to do consistently.  Consequently, the most sound investment strategy is a broad, diverse portfolio that you don't screw around with, which will grow at market rate in the long term without transaction fees cutting into profits.  I estimate that I only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111558624043216945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111558624043216945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111558624043216945' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Random Walk Down Wall Street&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, Burton Malkiel'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111518436108854524</id><published>2005-05-04T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T01:26:01.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Ben Folds CD!</title><summary type='text'>Get it here. "I don't get that much radio. I don't sell that many records, and my music's extremely accessible. So it puts me in a weird position as far as the press goes. There's no story. I don't know. I'm not that damn good-looking. So there you go."~Ben Folds on being a has been, from The Onion interview (here).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111518436108854524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111518436108854524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111518436108854524' title='New Ben Folds CD!'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111475215394794606</id><published>2005-04-29T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T01:22:33.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gulag Archipelago(Parts I and II), Alexander Solzhenitsyn</title><summary type='text'>Finished 4/28/05.  This is an excellent book that I reccommend highly.  It recounts, in exacting detail, from arrest to trial through prison, what it was like to be a political prisoner in the Soviet Union from the Revolution to the mid-Fifties.  Solzhenitsyn writes clinically and piercingly, tying together hundreds of primary accounts to present an overall picture that is both complete and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111475215394794606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111475215394794606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111475215394794606' title='&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Gulag Archipelago&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;(Parts I and II), Alexander Solzhenitsyn'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111475130192813450</id><published>2005-04-29T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T01:08:21.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brideshead Revisted, Evelyn Waugh</title><summary type='text'>Finished Sunday, 4/23/05.  This book was heavily plot oriented and focused on the British upper class, like a sort of latter-day Jane Austen with more ennui and less letter writing.  I enjoyed it, but not heavily so.  I picked it up because it is number 76 on the Modern Library's Top 100 novels of the twentieth century, which was the lowest number that was both in stock at my local Nellyville </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111475130192813450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111475130192813450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111475130192813450' title='&lt;B&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brideshead Revisted&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, Evelyn Waugh'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111405460465481285</id><published>2005-04-20T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T23:36:44.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Blog</title><summary type='text'>Because I want to remember all the darn books I read and I also can't post on anything like a regular basis, I pronounce this blog to be a Book Blog for one year, from now until April 20th, 2006.  Every full length book that I finish will be opined upon upon these pages.  Fifteen minutes ago, I finished reading "The book on Bush: How George W. Bush (Mis)leads America," by Mark Brooks and Eric </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111405460465481285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111405460465481285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111405460465481285' title='Book Blog'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111250248478209263</id><published>2005-04-02T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T23:28:04.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Four Notes</title><summary type='text'>Two solidly played basketball games today, both of which had a similar feel:  two underdog teams fighting hard to stay in it for thirty minutes, but the better teams taking over and winning handily down the stretch.  I've seen Louisville play several times this year, and enjoy watching them.  Rick Pitino teaches defense better than any college coach around, and the junk zone that they tried </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111250248478209263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111250248478209263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111250248478209263' title='Final Four Notes'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111245467626452368</id><published>2005-04-02T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T10:11:16.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ray the Cat</title><summary type='text'>"Listen. When it comes to men, women use the term “friendship” the way that a boss who is firing you says “best of luck in your career.” The boss knows you will never work there again, and actually doesn’t care if you have luck. He just wants you gone, but if you’re dumb enough to stick around for no pay, maybe you can sit and listen while he babbles about his relationship problems."I may have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111245467626452368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111245467626452368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111245467626452368' title='Ray the Cat'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111155433008542571</id><published>2005-03-22T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T00:05:30.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Line</title><summary type='text'>"Gödel is routinely deployed by people with antirationalist agendas as a stick to whack any offending piece of science that happens by."Find it here.Read the whole article, it's neat.  I've always been romantic about the theorem myself.While we're here, This site rocks my socks.  Josh reads daily comic strips and writes prescient, hilarious things about them, with that free and easy prosaic style</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111155433008542571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111155433008542571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111155433008542571' title='Good Line'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-111033426107010356</id><published>2005-03-08T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:11:01.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene</title><summary type='text'>Sitting at work, organizing fund-raising promotional detritus.  Two female volunteers from Gonzaga U. (God knows why they're in STL) are cold-calling former volunteers to entice them to come back.  A nice old lady volunteer sits next to me, alphabatizing.Girl 1: Monica and Mya Ramirez.  Same phone number.  Maybe they're sisters.Girl 2: Maybe they're married.Me(a little too loudly):  Not in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111033426107010356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/111033426107010356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111033426107010356' title='Scene'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-110619181174939732</id><published>2005-01-19T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:30:11.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Profiles of Co-Workers</title><summary type='text'>(Names left out to protect the mostly innocent, and all have been masculinized, for fun.)Enjoys giving me a hard time, to impress my female counterpart, and knows how to twist the knife so I'm irritated.  Nagged me about my smoking until I offered to bet him 20 bucks that I could quit for a week.  He refused, saying I could cheat anytime, which is true, but he still looked bad for backing out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/110619181174939732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/110619181174939732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110619181174939732' title='Profiles of Co-Workers'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-110618391692571549</id><published>2005-01-19T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T20:18:36.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bill Simmons on Lebron and the Cavs</title><summary type='text'>Last week on Lebron:"He's headed for 55 wins on a team with an overmatched coach, two decent starters, three role players and a bunch of stiffs. More importantly, he's reached 'There's nothing on right now, maybe I'll flick on The Package and see if Lebron is playing' status - which hasn't happened since MJ was playing in Chicago.  Not only is Lebron the most talented young player since MJ 20 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/110618391692571549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/110618391692571549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110618391692571549' title='Bill Simmons on Lebron and the Cavs'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-110550064028882067</id><published>2005-01-11T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:31:01.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Average American Person,</title><summary type='text'>The Republican party is the party that makes policy favorable to rich people, and the Democratic party is the party that makes policy favorable to poor people.  Those two facts are indisputable.  You are not rich, and you are never going to be rich.  If you voted Republican for a social agenda, you are living in the wrong county, because this country is free.  The government isn't supposed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/110550064028882067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/110550064028882067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110550064028882067' title='Dear Average American Person,'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5999053.post-110550036910410947</id><published>2005-01-11T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T22:26:09.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies I have heard or have told today</title><summary type='text'>Basically, my job is to listen to lies all day, and to occasionally tell my own.  I'll let you figure out which were mine and which I had to listen to."I'll call you back.""When I bought one before, I paid 63.50""Before, I was managing 30 people in a warehouse.  Got too stressful, too much time away from home.  That's why I'm here.""I'll call you back.""I'm very sorry.""Sorry about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/110550036910410947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5999053/posts/default/110550036910410947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevinwrites.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110550036910410947' title='Lies I have heard or have told today'/><author><name>Kevin</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></entry></feed>
