<?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-8337920</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:54:15.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jedi in the City</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Guide</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8337920.post-109525801061347119</id><published>2004-09-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:43:06.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><summary type='text'>The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. - Carl Jung</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/109525801061347119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/109525801061347119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/2004/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Guide</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-8337920.post-112691981894488289</id><published>2004-09-10T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:16:58.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Rascally Clark</title><summary type='text'>I went to Portofino's Restaurant and Ocean Club tonight with Daniel for dinner. Wesley Clark was supposed to be there for a kick-off reception for his visit to Memphis over the next couple of days. I got info that he would be arriving around 6PM. I went to the restaurant and was told by someone in his group that it would be more like 8, so we sat down and had dinner. Then we moved to the bar and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112691981894488289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112691981894488289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/2004/09/that-rascally-clark.html' title='That Rascally Clark'/><author><name>Guide</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-8337920.post-112691987727350145</id><published>2004-09-05T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:17:57.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><summary type='text'>The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function. --F. Scott Fitzgerald</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112691987727350145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112691987727350145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/2004/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Guide</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-8337920.post-112691972446864282</id><published>2004-09-03T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:34:53.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So New York</title><summary type='text'>From: THE CIRCULAR FILE AT THE METROPOLITAN DIARYDear Diary: I was on the crosstown bus the other morning when a mother, attempting to soothe the fidgety baby in her lap, started softly singing "The Wheels on the Bus." That, of course, is the children's song in which "the wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round," followed by other verses in which, for example, "the wipers on the bus go swish, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.parksandtourism.net/us-travel-books/Books/browse-17367.html' title='So New York'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112691972446864282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112691972446864282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-new-york.html' title='So New York'/><author><name>Guide</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-8337920.post-112688209566928481</id><published>2004-02-05T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:48:15.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Back Charity Event</title><summary type='text'>The lovely Kym Clark did a charity event a few days ago at Bosco's where she was a celebrity waiter. The event was sponsered by The Wake-Up Crew at Rock 103 and was to benefit the Ronald McDonald House. She gave up her evening to give something back to the community, to help the less fortunate, to show that she is a kind giving soul - and all she got out of it was this picture of herself with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112688209566928481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112688209566928481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/2004/02/giving-back-charity-event.html' title='Giving Back Charity Event'/><author><name>Guide</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-8337920.post-112688201709434003</id><published>2004-02-05T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:46:57.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><summary type='text'>I have never met a man so ignorant that I couldn't learn something from him. - Galileo Galilei</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112688201709434003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112688201709434003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/2004/02/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Guide</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-8337920.post-112691957489612396</id><published>2004-02-04T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T18:12:54.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush Doctrine v6.0</title><summary type='text'>From: Media Whores OnlineThe Bush Doctrine: Preemptive invasion of nuclear-armed armed unarmed third world countries that will could "would love to" attack the US immediately soon, with nuclear weapons with bio or chem WMD if only they were armed.Daily Kos on the Latest Bush Doctrine:There you have it. It didn't matter whether Iraq posed a threat or not. Bush still would've invaded because Iraq </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112691957489612396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112691957489612396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/2004/02/bush-doctrine-v60.html' title='Bush Doctrine v6.0'/><author><name>Guide</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-8337920.post-112688216752528322</id><published>2004-02-04T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T07:50:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blue Monkey Chance Meeting</title><summary type='text'>I ran into a very old friend the other night at The Blue Monkey. Brandon McGovern used to play in a band called Broken Silence when I was in high school. I briefly dated two of the band members, but I always had a crush on Brandon. We made out one night, but I wouldn't sleep with him. I knew that if I did, I would have fallen in love with him. Anyway, our brothers have been friends for many years</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112688216752528322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112688216752528322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/2004/02/blue-monkey-chance-meeting.html' title='The Blue Monkey Chance Meeting'/><author><name>Guide</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-8337920.post-112692013790642244</id><published>2004-02-01T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:03:20.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Super Boob</title><summary type='text'>I went to Daniel's new pad tonight for a little superbowl shindig. We basically all stuffed ourselves with junk food and babbled, pausing only for the commercials. We did quiet down for the half-time show which we figured would be the most entertaining part of the evening. I was a little disappointed with it though. It seemed to all be music from two or more years ago, nothing new, nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112692013790642244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8337920/posts/default/112692013790642244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jedinord.blogspot.com/2004/02/super-boob.html' title='The Super Boob'/><author><name>Guide</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>
