<?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-5439537</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:10:30.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer of Jek</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my summer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439537.post-106073931730688304</id><published>2003-08-12T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T20:48:37.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent the last four days in exile from all forms of work.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may never go back, mama and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jumped in a river and watched the sun set in the rain and slept with a huge moth in my tent for two days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drank from the puddle in the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-106073931730688304?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/106073931730688304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/106073931730688304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106073931730688304' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105984321592545867</id><published>2003-08-02T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-02T11:53:35.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I saw Poison at the Coliseum last night. Wow. They really knew how to rock...around 1988 maybe. It was great! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audioblog post below is the first verse of a song I wrote on the 30th. Perhaps I will get the whole thing on here. Hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTM,&lt;br /&gt;Jake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105984321592545867?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105984321592545867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105984321592545867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105984321592545867' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105959136446303262</id><published>2003-07-30T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T13:56:04.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.audblog.com/media/6448/20223.mp3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audblog.com/media/images/audblog_post.gif" HSPACE=4 alt="Powered by audblog" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audblog.com/media/6448/20223.mp3"&gt;audblog audio post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105959136446303262?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105959136446303262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105959136446303262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105959136446303262' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105897354293480344</id><published>2003-07-23T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T10:19:02.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer of Jek -- EXPOSED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake sits around in his underwear.&lt;br /&gt;He sleeps late!&lt;br /&gt;He eats 2 meals a day!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he eats bananas in a not-so-sexy way!&lt;br /&gt;He listens to headphones while he drives!&lt;br /&gt;He likes to sing along!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes he litters!!!&lt;br /&gt;He is always late for work but nobody cares!&lt;br /&gt;He drinks beer at night!&lt;br /&gt;He goes to sleep because he is tired!&lt;br /&gt;He wakes up in his underwear, late, to eat the first meal of the day which is usually the second meal of the day for his father, who eats banana sandwiches like Elvis and Bill Clinton's favorite, then he is late for work because he has to blow up his tire everyday but almost forgets about it because he's made that way and drinks beer at night so he can go back to sleep and be late for tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've seen it all!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105897354293480344?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105897354293480344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105897354293480344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105897354293480344' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105841570198424243</id><published>2003-07-16T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T23:21:42.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>all the songs I've known&lt;br /&gt;all the love I've grown&lt;br /&gt;are out of control&lt;br /&gt;will crumble and fail and fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the chorus to a song about songs about other songs and other songs about songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105841570198424243?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105841570198424243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105841570198424243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105841570198424243' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105841444880143899</id><published>2003-07-16T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T23:00:48.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For Nick,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard one of those songs (country or psuedo) about watching the world change through a window...as if in fast motion and the chorus is always "Through my lonely window pane" and perhaps rhymes with "pain"? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate those songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105841444880143899?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105841444880143899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105841444880143899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105841444880143899' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105655724738439451</id><published>2003-06-25T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T22:46:09.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm getting sick today, so I will have a buttload of Vit C to placebo my way to wellness. My cousin is in town from Houston with her 2 kids. A 7 month old and a 2.4 year old. I serenaded the 7 month old this morning with some Nick Drake songs and...I did a little experiment...I wanted to know if Radiohead would make babies cry. Well, she liked it so much that I had to change her diaper. It's always good to know what effect your music has on an audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think of a new summer plan, because my old one has turned out to be faulty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;URL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105655724738439451?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105655724738439451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105655724738439451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105655724738439451' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105612483425136219</id><published>2003-06-20T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T11:00:34.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today has been strange. Every moment is stretched out as if the time in between moments are now moments themselves. When you die you will not remember reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105612483425136219?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105612483425136219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105612483425136219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105612483425136219' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105607034688285573</id><published>2003-06-19T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T19:52:26.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ANARCHO-CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANARCHO-CAPITALISM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANARCHO-CAPITALISM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105607034688285573?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105607034688285573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105607034688285573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105607034688285573' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105607030792299654</id><published>2003-06-19T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T19:51:47.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"As for colonialism being a mixed affair grow up out of your Columbus cloud they came here and murdered look through history at actual records the natives tried to establish peace many times over, even stocking the eurpeons [sic] ships with corn then…thee [sic] europeons [sic] killied [sic] them." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words words its great to know to through them and the use of them who's side who's really on!!! I hate the f***ers who always jusyify the gov pigs violence while putting down any poor sad messed up Joe Blow who does a little himself Putting down individual violence while sanctioning state run mass gov pig violence on a grand scale!!! what the f*** is wrong with you pseudo intell wankers!!! Wake up we poor are angry because it's you bastards who made us poor !!! WHILE ALL THE WHILE HELPING YOUR SELFISH SELVES TO MORE!! NOW ITS F***EN REVENGE TIME!!! F*** your fake soothing words of peace!!!! peace is what has quietly sold the masses down the line now its time to get our freedom and liberty back through REVOLUTION and if we must in a NEW REIGN OF TERROR!!! ENOUGH WORDS!! IT'S DEEDS TIME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zacharyklein.com/cgi-bin/mt/mt-comments.cgi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105607030792299654?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105607030792299654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105607030792299654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105607030792299654' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105606860838298488</id><published>2003-06-19T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T19:23:28.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I have been listening to so much Radiohead, I wrote 4 songs today...They don't sound terribly much like Radiohead but the lyrics might. I'd like to share a song or two. Give me a call if you want me to play them for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Before the world was round&lt;br /&gt;My heart started a flood&lt;br /&gt;That magnetized the ends of the Earth&lt;br /&gt;and folded it around your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blood was vapor&lt;br /&gt;Though heavy; did it flow&lt;br /&gt;beneath your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and all around your soul?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I last?&lt;br /&gt;Will I die?&lt;br /&gt;Will I?&lt;br /&gt;__________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;Read your favorite book&lt;br /&gt;Sing your favorite song&lt;br /&gt;Love your favorite lie&lt;br /&gt;Sleep until you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat your favorite food&lt;br /&gt;Believe in what is good&lt;br /&gt;Or live until you do&lt;br /&gt;Keep it all inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am evil in your dreams&lt;br /&gt;I'm dark Columbus clouds&lt;br /&gt;that follow you around&lt;br /&gt;I follow you around&lt;br /&gt;I follow you around&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I'm saying? I wrote these. And they're incredibly something else. It's kind of scary.&lt;br /&gt;What? You want more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;When you are crouching &lt;br /&gt;in the weeds&lt;br /&gt;ready to pounce&lt;br /&gt;what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO SHINE&lt;br /&gt;RUN HOME AND FEED THE FAMILY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are loving&lt;br /&gt;in the evening&lt;br /&gt;ready to go&lt;br /&gt;what do you feel?&lt;br /&gt;ALL IS RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;I'M HOME AND FED AND HUNGRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are floating&lt;br /&gt;in the sea&lt;br /&gt;ready to vanish&lt;br /&gt;what do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;A ROAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;NICE TO SEE YOU:)&lt;br /&gt;==============&lt;br /&gt;It's been all dance &lt;br /&gt;since you left&lt;br /&gt;round-the-room&lt;br /&gt;one between two&lt;br /&gt;repeating steps and&lt;br /&gt;steps moving me around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;the music never stops&lt;br /&gt;it's frozen in my head&lt;br /&gt;and it's NICE TO SEE YOU again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been all turns&lt;br /&gt;since we've gone&lt;br /&gt;In my room&lt;br /&gt;I leave the light on&lt;br /&gt;I answer all the phones&lt;br /&gt;I love to sleep alone&lt;br /&gt;you get all the pillows&lt;br /&gt;_+_++_+_++____+__+_+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's my 4 songs of the day.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep up the momentum. Get more songs than I know what to do with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_JEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105606860838298488?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105606860838298488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105606860838298488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105606860838298488' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105535561111365644</id><published>2003-06-11T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T13:20:11.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Also, this works on a few levels of give-take relationships:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Honeymoon is Over.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're rotten fruit&lt;br /&gt;We're damaged goods&lt;br /&gt;What the hell &lt;br /&gt;We got nothing more to lose &lt;br /&gt;One gust &amp; we &lt;br /&gt;Will probably crumble &lt;br /&gt;We're backdrifters.&lt;br /&gt;This far but no further &lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging off a branch&lt;br /&gt;I'm teetering on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Oh Honeysweet &lt;br /&gt;So full of sleep &lt;br /&gt;I'm backsliding.&lt;br /&gt;You fell into our arms &lt;br /&gt;We tried &lt;br /&gt;But there was nothing &lt;br /&gt;We could do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All evidence has been buried. All tapes have been erased. &lt;br /&gt;But your footprints &lt;br /&gt;Give you away so &lt;br /&gt;You're backtracking&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou, Thom, for putting my despair into words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105535561111365644?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105535561111365644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105535561111365644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105535561111365644' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105535546735627477</id><published>2003-06-11T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T13:18:45.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.burrill.demon.co.uk/meddoc/myxo.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105535546735627477?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105535546735627477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105535546735627477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105535546735627477' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105535499145926772</id><published>2003-06-11T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T13:09:51.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you have myxomatosis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.burrill.demon.co.uk/meddoc/myxo.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mongrel cat came home &lt;br /&gt;Holding half a head &lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to show it off &lt;br /&gt;To all his new found friends &lt;br /&gt;He said &lt;br /&gt;I been where I liked &lt;br /&gt;I slept with who I liked &lt;br /&gt;she ate me up for breakfast &lt;br /&gt;she screwed me in a vice &lt;br /&gt;And now &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel so &lt;br /&gt;tongue tied &lt;br /&gt;-Myxomatosis-Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could we possibly keep uncovering new diseases and do ourselves in, leaving us blind and accompanied by swelling of the head and genital region? Something tells me that we still haven't figured anything out. Science, religion, etc. A wealth of belief, but how much use? Futile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105535499145926772?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105535499145926772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105535499145926772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105535499145926772' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105465513790243500</id><published>2003-06-03T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T10:45:37.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to your June 3rd, 11:41 am post I would like to say:  Eat it, man. That site is funny. Furthermore, the guy admits that he doesn't really know what he's talking about, just that he's not an idiot. I agree with him not being an idiot. Have you seen those comics that he made? Those are HILARIOUS. If not, you should check them out. Let me look for the URL... Here: http://www.seanbaby.com/stupid.htm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally prescribe "Jerry Bruckenheimer's Groin" or "The US Open...of MURDER".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think before you post, rookie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105465513790243500?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105465513790243500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105465513790243500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105465513790243500' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105465487076050592</id><published>2003-06-03T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T10:41:10.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jek, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Seanbaby.com is THAT funny. It has some really well done stupid stuff but everything else seems sort of hackneyed and superficially stupid, especially some of his critiques of warning labels. I still think it's pretty funny, though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Jake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105465487076050592?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105465487076050592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105465487076050592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105465487076050592' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105457760025525082</id><published>2003-06-02T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T13:13:20.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found a funny site when I was searching for "Mama Cass's Ham Sandwich" and I thought I'd share it with the 1 reader of my blog, myself. Jake, it's called seanbaby.com and one of the funniest things you read was on this page: &lt;a href="http://www.seanbaby.com/stupid/sarcasm.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou for reading, Jake,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105457760025525082?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105457760025525082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105457760025525082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105457760025525082' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105446318436024400</id><published>2003-06-01T05:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T05:32:34.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer Summer Summer! Exciting things! Does anyone know what I can do to find everything that I've ever wanted to in a summer, even if I don't know it? Email me your ideas at jekthespanish@hotmail.com and I will do it. Make it outrageous, though, and well punctuated. Or send a SASE to my home address with a notecard (limit 50 words, please) stating your outrageous summer plan for me. Thankyou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105446318436024400?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105446318436024400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105446318436024400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105446318436024400' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105446247249977541</id><published>2003-06-01T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T05:23:08.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to start a whole new line of love songs that are anchored in the world of a lonely great blue heron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There would be great opportunity for the merchandising of costumes. You could buy a suit that would simulate the muskrat who was in love with his reflection in water (especially when fish were in the reflection) as depicted in the song:  Many a Muskrat Has Been in Love, But Only a Few Have Lived to Tell the Tale to The Lonely Great Blue Heron. The suit would have these adorable whiskers, even if muskrats don't have them. That's what it's about, making rodents rolemodels. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should title my Blog "What it's About" because I have said that a lot. What my blog is about is what it's about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105446247249977541?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105446247249977541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105446247249977541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105446247249977541' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105446236658295240</id><published>2003-06-01T05:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T05:12:46.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A good friend (who is also my time management guru, and someone I spend a lot of time friending) once explained that, if you get up early you have the natural right to take as many naps as you want throughout the day. This is what I am trying to accomplish. Napping without being guilty. Not personal guilt, mind you, but public guilt. "WHAT? You're taking a NAP?" Because, as we all know, napping is better than regular sleeping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if, when you next talk to me or IM me and someone or something says: "I'm NAPPIN" (without apostrophe), you will not have the pleasure of saying: "You're always SLEEPIN or NAPPIN, you lazy asshole." That is what living is about. NOT giving people the chance to make a good argument for you being an asshole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to dance, to the rhythm of the elderberries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105446236658295240?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105446236658295240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105446236658295240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105446236658295240' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105432017467753714</id><published>2003-05-30T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T15:54:51.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would like to address the previous entry. I meant skin pigmentS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105432017467753714?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105432017467753714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105432017467753714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105432017467753714' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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-5439537.post-105432000572948105</id><published>2003-05-30T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T15:55:39.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is a good day for sitting in your boxers and staring at your skin pigment. It is also a good day to drift into NREM dreamless sleep and wake up tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my first entry, I would like to dispell any rumors. I do not practice lobotomies on parrots or their offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439537-105432000572948105?l=jektowne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105432000572948105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439537/posts/default/105432000572948105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jektowne.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#105432000572948105' title=''/><author><name>Jek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03384322518284032680</uri><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>
