<?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-2534528652953089061</id><updated>2012-02-15T23:10:05.397-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='Grilling'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='motivation.'/><category term='haul water'/><category term='Milhouse is a meme'/><category term='great success'/><category term='TA&apos;ing'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='flight'/><category term='QY'/><category term='Sundays'/><category term='hunger'/><category term='Old Friends'/><category term='Solid Gold'/><category term='Future'/><category term='Get Over It.'/><category term='Chemistry in everyday life.'/><category term='Quote'/><category term='Alone'/><category term='protest'/><category term='Inside'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Not that I&apos;m angry or anything... 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It is individually personal and collectively experienced, like a song, or a perfume. We are all touched in one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with many of my words, spoken, written have often missed their mark. My actions tend to be swift and lacking elegance. And while I feel my actions are lasting and true I do not believe they get the recognition they deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-7306819339699637293?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7306819339699637293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7306819339699637293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7306819339699637293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/08/good-words.html' title='Good Words'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/TGIhWQ5zQsI/AAAAAAAAAB0/AhxtW1Hlb1A/s72-c/BWG1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-3009880297427639716</id><published>2010-06-19T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:50:43.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending more time being free</title><content type='html'>Week long vacation. &lt;br /&gt;So sleepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-3009880297427639716?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3009880297427639716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/06/spending-more-time-being-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3009880297427639716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3009880297427639716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/06/spending-more-time-being-free.html' title='Spending more time being free'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-4848941490611557021</id><published>2010-06-11T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:40:27.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything'/><title type='text'>Everything negative</title><content type='html'>I still because of my actions. Everything will be alright...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-4848941490611557021?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4848941490611557021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/06/everything-negative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4848941490611557021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4848941490611557021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/06/everything-negative.html' title='Everything negative'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2703786874352657985</id><published>2010-05-24T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T00:59:07.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chop wood'/><title type='text'>My whole life</title><content type='html'>is predicated on succeeding through hard work, and drive. What happens when I'm no longer willing to put forth the effort?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2703786874352657985?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2703786874352657985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-whole-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2703786874352657985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2703786874352657985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-whole-life.html' title='My whole life'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8695324136790527091</id><published>2010-05-09T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:00:48.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wisdom'/><title type='text'>Bittersweet victory</title><content type='html'>I am officially a PhD student. A year ago at this time, I had planned on proposing to her. A year ago this time, I had my whole life figured out, now I'm battling so many fronts. I can't believe I can keep my composure. A year ago I was smarter than I am right now. A year ago, I wasn't as wise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8695324136790527091?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8695324136790527091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/05/bittersweet-victory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8695324136790527091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8695324136790527091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/05/bittersweet-victory.html' title='Bittersweet victory'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-6994359274874727536</id><published>2010-04-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:31:50.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='etc.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pilot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excess baggage'/><title type='text'>Behind the power curve</title><content type='html'>Every relationship I've had I have always been flying behind the powercurve. It's a term used by airforce pilots to describe their awareness of their surroundings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to tell them it will get better soon and it doesn't, it hasn't. Face it, to make a career you have to sacrifice personal gain. To be successful in personal gain you probably need to sacrifice some career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem arises when you want both, and you want them at the exact same time, then you start to take liberties where you deem necessary. Insulting your significant other, not working as hard as you could. We're all guilty of it in some fashion, I'm guilty of it right now. But as the cliche goes, you have to first admit to a problem before it will get better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for flying behind the power curve, to make my life better, to meet the long-term-safety objective. Than to fly by the seat of my pants always and forever. Tonight I realized that I've made the right decision this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling light is the only way to fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-6994359274874727536?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6994359274874727536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/04/behind-power-curve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6994359274874727536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6994359274874727536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/04/behind-power-curve.html' title='Behind the power curve'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2245316249149856065</id><published>2010-04-18T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:58:17.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phos, Fluor, Journal, Proposals, and Sleep</title><content type='html'>One of these I haven't been getting for a long time. I've been sleeping about 5hours a night lately, well, actually 4hours of sleep every 12hours. This paper, and independent research proposal have consumed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping in the library, a term we collectively associate with another grad student in the department. A true slacker of sorts, I feel that if he got the title of PhD and I got the same, then my title isn't worth the paper it's printed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is consumed with "I want to do that" right now, but there is no time for it, my time management lately has been pretty proficient. by that I mean, I've been mostly passing the buck to others around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent more time at school the past 3 weeks than I have ever before. I love getting things accomplished and lately it seems like my learning curve has been increasing at a much faster rate than it ever has. That's to be expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my run is done, now its time to change the parameters and run something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2245316249149856065?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2245316249149856065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/04/phos-fluor-journal-proposals-and-sleep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2245316249149856065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2245316249149856065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/04/phos-fluor-journal-proposals-and-sleep.html' title='Phos, Fluor, Journal, Proposals, and Sleep'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-3289062233706379959</id><published>2010-04-10T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T02:56:44.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how it all ends.'/><title type='text'>Future, Past, Yin-Yang</title><content type='html'>I welcome the future, because I hate contemplating on the past, unless it happens to cycle around, then I hate the future and long to be in the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-3289062233706379959?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3289062233706379959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-past-yin-yang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3289062233706379959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3289062233706379959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/04/future-past-yin-yang.html' title='Future, Past, Yin-Yang'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-1149977653493869887</id><published>2010-03-29T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:11:39.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>adventures in relationships</title><content type='html'>Maybe I have to be with someone? Maybe without someone to talk shit about I feel alone. I think I'm naturally extroverted and social, but I really like, really like women. They obviously offer something my male friends don't, and thats something to look at, and quite often I'd rather have them not say anything and just look at them instead of actually have someone to talk to. I guess my introverted side is synonymous with my "romantic side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I can't really find someone who I can stand to look at for more than a couple weeks without getting really sick of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-1149977653493869887?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1149977653493869887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/03/adventures-in-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1149977653493869887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1149977653493869887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/03/adventures-in-relationships.html' title='adventures in relationships'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-795071431216672592</id><published>2010-03-20T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T20:53:55.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I appreciate...</title><content type='html'>I appreciate how much work she actually did around here sometimes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-795071431216672592?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/795071431216672592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-appreciate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/795071431216672592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/795071431216672592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-appreciate.html' title='I appreciate...'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-4861462494314968355</id><published>2010-03-19T23:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T23:44:38.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QY'/><title type='text'>Overnight Quantum Yield Measurements...</title><content type='html'>Suck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-4861462494314968355?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4861462494314968355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/03/overnight-quantum-yield-measurements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4861462494314968355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4861462494314968355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/03/overnight-quantum-yield-measurements.html' title='Overnight Quantum Yield Measurements...'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-5530652423330256920</id><published>2010-03-11T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T22:08:59.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entropy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Friends'/><title type='text'>Old Friends</title><content type='html'>I miss my friends. I guess it's the distance, or sometimes its not "the same" as it was before. It makes you appreciate what you have when you have it, and it make you hate time, and entropy's ability to move everything farther from you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-5530652423330256920?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5530652423330256920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5530652423330256920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5530652423330256920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-friends.html' title='Old Friends'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-1741047087081758849</id><published>2010-02-26T02:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T02:43:47.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Think about that'/><title type='text'>One of my turns</title><content type='html'>A lot of people tell me that I never get anything done. I don't work very hard, I'm lazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lot of ways I am lazy, but work is never about how much gets accomplished, rather how well it does. The great wall, the pyramids and entire nations aren't great accomplishments on quantity, but rather quality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-1741047087081758849?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1741047087081758849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-of-my-turns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1741047087081758849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1741047087081758849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-of-my-turns.html' title='One of my turns'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-6529643010165871949</id><published>2010-02-23T05:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T05:25:32.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concerts'/><title type='text'>I'm really excited</title><content type='html'>To go to Lalapalooza with my friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-6529643010165871949?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6529643010165871949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-really-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6529643010165871949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6529643010165871949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-really-excited.html' title='I&apos;m really excited'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2893371772178732832</id><published>2010-02-22T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T04:27:37.128-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Future'/><title type='text'>I talk bitterly</title><content type='html'>Love, it's a conversation I've had with my friends more recently than I ever have before. They've been asking me whether or not "true love" can exist. It's inexplicable, and shocking. Also in my current state, I find it incredibly difficult to answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common sense side would say yes, partly because it wants to be. Partly because it seems right and without it what do we have to contribute?&lt;br /&gt;Vindictive side says no, partly because I've been burned, or burned so many. It also hates the PDA that is witnessed constantly (1000x increase when single) even though the hopeless romantic in me thinks it's mildly cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I talk bitterly, but I'm just another example of not having enough experience to know for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two years, which seems so soon, I'll be out of here. If I'm lucky enough I'll be in a big city doing big city things, meeting big city people, with intelligence, dreams and aspirations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the future, may it be more promising than the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2893371772178732832?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2893371772178732832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-talk-bitterly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2893371772178732832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2893371772178732832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-talk-bitterly.html' title='I talk bitterly'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-7610784268270065660</id><published>2010-02-21T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T15:06:13.834-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beef jerky'/><title type='text'>I want some banana bread</title><content type='html'>But my dad did send me some beef jerky for my b-day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-7610784268270065660?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7610784268270065660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-some-banana-bread.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7610784268270065660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7610784268270065660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-want-some-banana-bread.html' title='I want some banana bread'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2221397988038893218</id><published>2010-02-19T04:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T04:18:34.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fortune Cookie Escapades'/><title type='text'>fortune cookie escapades</title><content type='html'>You were the best at this, she was the best at that, and another girl was really good at another thing. Someday I'll find one that will make me forget all of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired, it's 6:15am and I'm going home, to go to sleep, even for just a couple hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll all better at something than someone else, it's better not to compare ourselves to other when it comes to shortcomings. Not only is the grass greener, but you're dumber, and wasting my time with pithy comparisons of inadequacies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STFU, do what you love, live what you do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2221397988038893218?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2221397988038893218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/fortune-cookie-escapades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2221397988038893218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2221397988038893218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/fortune-cookie-escapades.html' title='fortune cookie escapades'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-9157732105300503879</id><published>2010-02-15T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:15:43.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inside'/><title type='text'>The Way I Feel Inside</title><content type='html'>Fuck you Zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your sister with her "ex" not so "ex" at the grocery store the other day. You're whole family is hell bent on stagnation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't slept more than 6-hours of straight sleep in weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happier, fitter and more productive, yet my hatred for people and their complete lack of ideas grows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awe fuck-it-all my friends are fun, and it seems I'm just going through the motions with everything and everyone else. I have all the characteristics of a human being: blood, flesh, skin, hair; but not a single, clear, identifiable emotion, except for greed and disgust. Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why. My nightly bloodlust has overflown into my days. I feel lethal, on the verge of frenzy. I think my mask of sanity is about to slip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, its not really that bad, but I can relate, and I suppose that isn't very healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-9157732105300503879?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/9157732105300503879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-i-feel-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/9157732105300503879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/9157732105300503879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/way-i-feel-inside.html' title='The Way I Feel Inside'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-1783855970082965717</id><published>2010-02-12T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T01:10:26.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome...</title><content type='html'>http://www.vbs.tv/watch/the-vice-guide-to-travel/vice-guide-to-north-korea-1-of-3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-1783855970082965717?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1783855970082965717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1783855970082965717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1783855970082965717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/02/awesome.html' title='Awesome...'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-1368755256571439611</id><published>2010-01-31T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T22:46:32.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='great success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milhouse is a meme'/><title type='text'>Its been a while...</title><content type='html'>I'm still in the program after a successful committee meeting, and I'm 99% I passed all of my cumes which means, I'm on course to get a PhD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a relaxing Sat-night-Sunday-afternoon I've found time to make it to the gym after a couple of weeks of being MIA in mind, body and spirit. Now back to the full steam ahead, my axe is sharp and there are a few small trees I should be able to clear before I can go back to the torturous (see tortoise-ous) way of doing things. I will finally be able to start on committing to my fellowship 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything coming up Milhouse...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-1368755256571439611?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1368755256571439611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1368755256571439611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1368755256571439611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html' title='Its been a while...'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-4805568721512213930</id><published>2010-01-19T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:06:50.348-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solid Gold'/><title type='text'>I much as they may annoy me</title><content type='html'>I have never despised my friends. If I have ever had a bad thing to say about you, I would have said it to your face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not her, she would hate her friends one day, do something with them the next, it was  fucking stupid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-4805568721512213930?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4805568721512213930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-much-as-they-may-annoy-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4805568721512213930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4805568721512213930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-much-as-they-may-annoy-me.html' title='I much as they may annoy me'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-242981457980837843</id><published>2010-01-18T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:49:30.846-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun Times'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>As much as I laugh...</title><content type='html'>I don't think I'll ever laugh enough...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-242981457980837843?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/242981457980837843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-much-as-i-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/242981457980837843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/242981457980837843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-much-as-i-laugh.html' title='As much as I laugh...'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8674307942122982926</id><published>2010-01-17T20:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:16:01.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not that I&apos;m angry or anything... I just want my stuff back.'/><title type='text'>Less Stressed?</title><content type='html'>I fucking hope so. I don't think I'm regressing to the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm disgusted with myself for thinking that you were the end all be all. As beautiful as I though you were, I don't think I was committed to you're beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. There are more attractive people than you out there, I really would like my stuff back however, and because of that, I'm going to spend the rest of my life with a bad word about you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put the "stupid" in stupid whore wasting my money and my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8674307942122982926?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8674307942122982926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/less-stressed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8674307942122982926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8674307942122982926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/less-stressed.html' title='Less Stressed?'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-3859805888645561552</id><published>2010-01-16T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T07:53:53.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Makes Me...</title><content type='html'>LOSE MY FUCKING MIND!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-3859805888645561552?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3859805888645561552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/stress-makes-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3859805888645561552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3859805888645561552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/stress-makes-me.html' title='Stress Makes Me...'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-1384439229135661116</id><published>2010-01-05T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:18:19.421-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote'/><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>Ambition - An overmastering desire to be vilified by enemies while living and made ridiculous by friends when dead. - Ambrose Bierce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this, probably because I'm vindictive and moderately angry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-1384439229135661116?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1384439229135661116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1384439229135661116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1384439229135661116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8700005857842365420</id><published>2009-12-29T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:01:40.652-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheating.'/><title type='text'>Cheating</title><content type='html'>Most of the time men cheat on women to find someone to talk to, women cheat on men for sex. It seems like it would be opposite, but I've been privileged to watch this from a distance and personally. Maintain all you want that I "cheated" on you, the truth is I didn't. I was/am busy. The only thing I ever "cheated" on you with was my education and my money, my time. I couldn't give my time to you. I gave you my money, and despite paying an extra hundred dollars in rent and going out a lot more, I'm actually saving my stupid ass more money without you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanted more of my money and my time. I couldn't afford to give either to you and I'm better off now because of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically when you're going to start your job, and your family you'll understand how busy I was, and I will have nothing but free time. The ends justify the means, When I'm done and I've got a job tenured and I've got my lessons down, I'm going to enjoy every moment of my life. Not saying that I don't now, I just will more then. There will be no stopping to smell the roses, it will be more like stop and care for the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I will always win in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8700005857842365420?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8700005857842365420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8700005857842365420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8700005857842365420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/cheating.html' title='Cheating'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-5909058602715821198</id><published>2009-12-27T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T20:35:52.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles and Milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/Szgz8XXAliI/AAAAAAAAABg/A-gpavmKEaA/s1600-h/Photo_122709_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/Szgz8XXAliI/AAAAAAAAABg/A-gpavmKEaA/s200/Photo_122709_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420139263696082466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miles: 150,000 of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured if I average 10trips home per year driving a total of 400miles, in the past eight years I've driven 32,000 miles. Spending a minimum of 480 hrs of my life going from Fargo to Minneapolis and back. Now mind you this is the low estimate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milestones:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/Szg0lvjsqwI/AAAAAAAAABo/crdK4xoIpMI/s1600-h/Photo_121309_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/Szg0lvjsqwI/AAAAAAAAABo/crdK4xoIpMI/s200/Photo_121309_003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420139974566390530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitteh may miss me, but I really don't miss kitteh much anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I go home, the desire to come back to fargo sooner grows. I dont' want to spend time at home much anymore. Not a slam against my family, not a punch in the face of my childhood or anything like that. Unfortunately when I'm home (except when fishing) the only thing I can think about is getting back to fargo to work, and see my friends. This is more of my home now than where I grew up. A lot of people can't get over that, and it seems like a foreign idea to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's why we are all different.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-5909058602715821198?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5909058602715821198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/miles-and-milestones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5909058602715821198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5909058602715821198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/miles-and-milestones.html' title='Miles and Milestones'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/Szgz8XXAliI/AAAAAAAAABg/A-gpavmKEaA/s72-c/Photo_122709_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-7238635227120067950</id><published>2009-12-24T00:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T01:03:39.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Prince'/><title type='text'>The Prince</title><content type='html'>I love the writings a Machiavelli, The Prince is an prime example of how to be a leader, the aspects of the book are definitely up for debate, and the interpretations of any passage are widely open to interpretation. But it does lay a down a baseline on how to act when dealing with enemies, or obstacles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Desire to acquire things is truly very natural and ordinary, and the when who can do so are successful, they will always be praised and not blamed, but when they cannot and want to do so at all costs, here there is error and blame"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a very profound passage, until you realize throughout the entire book, it is mentioned that one must not lose the trust of friends. Sometimes we overlook our friends well-being to benefit ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This drives distrust and anger, this creates rifts in our lives and keeps us from achieving the things we actually want to achieve. Knowing ones friends and praising them is vital to leadership, friendship and success in life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never read how to win friends and influence people but I would reckon to guess that it's similar to this book in many many aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a time, I've gotten away from this, I've forgotten this and now I must pay tribute to those who I haven't praised. I need to make a stand and be less neutral about my feelings and emotions, accept my enemies as enemies, and my friends as friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-7238635227120067950?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7238635227120067950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/prince.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7238635227120067950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7238635227120067950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/prince.html' title='The Prince'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8586255450067354243</id><published>2009-12-20T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T22:47:42.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Henry Rollins'/><title type='text'>On the Topic of Henry Rollins</title><content type='html'>Henry Rollins - You may be or may not be the most "Famous Person" I would like to meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say I wouldn't rather hang out with leaders in my field of chemistry, and actually I have had a chance to make some of the very best in my field in this relatively young career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hang out with you because you're a smart guy and I really think you and I have similar likes and dislikes. I think we'd be cool friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tldr:HENRY ROLLINS, I WANT TO STALK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Rollins I want to work out at the gym with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make the crazy in me seem normal and like-able. I thank you for the spoken word therapy you have given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8586255450067354243?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8586255450067354243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-topic-of-henry-rollins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8586255450067354243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8586255450067354243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-topic-of-henry-rollins.html' title='On the Topic of Henry Rollins'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-278304295744174165</id><published>2009-12-18T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:51:01.850-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning...'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life.'/><title type='text'>Where will it get me?</title><content type='html'>I have to remember that when I'm angry at someone for being stupid, It's not going to improve the situation if I start screaming and escalate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid people need to be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember that we had some really fucking fantastic times, and they are in the past, and I have to look forward to my future. It's not going to improve if I keep living in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relations end, and new ones begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to remember to stop and enjoy life every once in a while, this is it, I have this one body and this one life (that's why I'm taking once monthly Bonevia) but I seriously need to stop and enjoy it. It's not going to be here to live when I am dead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to live in the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learning, but the process is slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-278304295744174165?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/278304295744174165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-will-it-get-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/278304295744174165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/278304295744174165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/where-will-it-get-me.html' title='Where will it get me?'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2570151920779809310</id><published>2009-12-16T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:36:39.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Learning...'/><title type='text'>Here in my hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SynDCLbdy8I/AAAAAAAAABY/jMMm-jX5OeA/s1600-h/Photo+39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SynDCLbdy8I/AAAAAAAAABY/jMMm-jX5OeA/s200/Photo+39.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416074469084875714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold my wedding band, however, like me it's not ready for that transformation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 312 steps from the bus stopping on Broadway to the front door of my apartment. It seems like million when I don't want to go home, or when it's so cold my eyes freeze shut when I blink. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot scratch your back on a corner of a stucco building when it's -20F in December, not when you have 5 layers and a backpack on one shoulder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the things I've learned in the past two days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2570151920779809310?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2570151920779809310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-in-my-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2570151920779809310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2570151920779809310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/here-in-my-hand.html' title='Here in my hand'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SynDCLbdy8I/AAAAAAAAABY/jMMm-jX5OeA/s72-c/Photo+39.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2562753466722729686</id><published>2009-12-15T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:35:45.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscillations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fellowship.'/><title type='text'>It comes and it goes, the ebb and flow</title><content type='html'>I found out today that I not only got a fellowship for the next semester (maybe more) but I was invited to a party over the weekend. This is shaping up to be a decent xmas after all Virgina. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is 312steps from broadway to my front door. Although it is hard to count while waiting for a train and then traffic. I should try to remember how far it is when it is warmer out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the journey not the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Virginia: Santa is still dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2562753466722729686?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2562753466722729686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-comes-and-it-goes-ebb-and-flow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2562753466722729686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2562753466722729686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-comes-and-it-goes-ebb-and-flow.html' title='It comes and it goes, the ebb and flow'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8484618475076259080</id><published>2009-12-14T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T17:45:40.623-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscillations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frequency'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harmonics'/><title type='text'>Everything comes in waves</title><content type='html'>Well oscillations, since everything is a quantum probably, it's based on the Simple Harmonic Oscillator (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harmonic_oscillator"&gt;SHO&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the opposite of my weekend. Which was a hot mess. This is where I want to be, not bitter not angry, just resolute that this is the best thing for me. I'm glad its over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see if there is another shift in the oscillation in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8484618475076259080?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8484618475076259080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-comes-in-waves.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8484618475076259080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8484618475076259080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/everything-comes-in-waves.html' title='Everything comes in waves'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8533007937995495581</id><published>2009-12-13T22:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:50:20.915-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FFT'/><title type='text'>Starting tomorrow I'm going to FFT my life</title><content type='html'>That's Fast Fourier Transform bitches. &lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/FFT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to determine what's my frequency Kennith. And there is Jack shit you can do about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going FF Transform My LIFE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8533007937995495581?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8533007937995495581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-tomorrow-im-going-to-fft-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8533007937995495581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8533007937995495581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/starting-tomorrow-im-going-to-fft-my.html' title='Starting tomorrow I&apos;m going to FFT my life'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-4153257123301030032</id><published>2009-12-13T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T00:20:36.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roommates'/><title type='text'>Roommates</title><content type='html'>For the first time in 4 years I am going to have a male roommate. This one is probably similar to me in cleanliness. One thing that I am excited about is the fact that he will be my peer in all things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I want to talk chemistry, I can talk chemistry. If I want to talk video games, we'll talk about video games. Whatever is whatever. I'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unfortunately he's more of a morning person whereas I am a nighthawk. Alas, it shouldn't matter much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs about love still make me miss her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-4153257123301030032?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4153257123301030032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/roommates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4153257123301030032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4153257123301030032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/roommates.html' title='Roommates'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-6947751226260552912</id><published>2009-12-12T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:46:28.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>I was happier with you than I was without you. I loved you, I knew you were beautiful. I knew you were smart, funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were happy with me, I thought if we worked at it we could accomplish anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-6947751226260552912?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6947751226260552912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6947751226260552912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6947751226260552912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-4944480579172197827</id><published>2009-12-11T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:59:16.684-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glass'/><title type='text'>Glass</title><content type='html'>I love working with glass, especially quartz. It's so frick'n beautiful to work with. I can make anything from glass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-4944480579172197827?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4944480579172197827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4944480579172197827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4944480579172197827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/glass.html' title='Glass'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-7456682285624528862</id><published>2009-12-10T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:32:29.994-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how it all ends.'/><title type='text'>I want to know how it all ends.</title><content type='html'>I want to read the last chapter, to know it ends well. If you know please tell me. Right now I've got everything I never needed and I have nothing that I need. Right now this book hasn't been opened, it's been sitting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the only thing that does make me happy right now, is how my body is shaping up and how I feel the moment I am done with the gym. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SyH0COpbxuI/AAAAAAAAABM/03Ffitkvx6M/s1600-h/Photo+38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SyH0COpbxuI/AAAAAAAAABM/03Ffitkvx6M/s200/Photo+38.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413876546204845794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason my right arm has always looked better, and felt better when flexed than my left arm, even though I'm left handed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not happy with anything besides the gym and my research and the select friends I have. It's funny how when a major part of your life walks out the door you really don't have many things to look forward to over the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to re-evaluate my life goals and wants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-7456682285624528862?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7456682285624528862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-know-how-it-all-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7456682285624528862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7456682285624528862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-want-to-know-how-it-all-ends.html' title='I want to know how it all ends.'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SyH0COpbxuI/AAAAAAAAABM/03Ffitkvx6M/s72-c/Photo+38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2553401196370227323</id><published>2009-12-10T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:42:48.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3911'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Play it again Sam</title><content type='html'>Music is so integral in my life. It's always playing, at home, in the car, at work. If I have a chance to listen it will be so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it comes as no surprise when I hear certain songs that remind me of you I get a little lost in the moment. Anything that involves the large number of concerts we went to and danced at are out. I know I'm missing a lot here.&lt;br /&gt;-Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;-Ted Leo&lt;br /&gt;-Minus The Bear&lt;br /&gt;-Built to Spill&lt;br /&gt;-Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;-Belle and Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;-New Pornographers&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Dylan&lt;br /&gt;-Junior Brown&lt;br /&gt;The concerts we planned on going to are out.&lt;br /&gt;-Mae&lt;br /&gt;-Ben Folds&lt;br /&gt;-Wilco&lt;br /&gt;-Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;-Elvis Costello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is every band that reminds me of you because of how I associate my time with you, obviously they are out.&lt;br /&gt;Chet Baker&lt;br /&gt;John Prine&lt;br /&gt;Pedro the Lion&lt;br /&gt;Architects of Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Spoon&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab&lt;br /&gt;Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;Elliot Smith&lt;br /&gt;Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;Sufijan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Bird&lt;br /&gt;Shins&lt;br /&gt;Tom Waits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have left&lt;br /&gt;-Classic Rock, 70's and 80's new wave and low-fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need some new fucking music. I hate this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2553401196370227323?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2553401196370227323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/play-it-again-sam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2553401196370227323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2553401196370227323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/play-it-again-sam.html' title='Play it again Sam'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-855141629810279033</id><published>2009-12-10T11:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T11:48:57.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3911'/><title type='text'>What I would give</title><content type='html'>For one more night of being with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-855141629810279033?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-4926909454772397522</id><published>2009-12-09T15:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:02:52.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright&lt;br /&gt;Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane&lt;br /&gt;Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;That I never understood&lt;br /&gt;That although you said you'd go&lt;br /&gt;Until you did I never thought you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face&lt;br /&gt;While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case&lt;br /&gt;And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head&lt;br /&gt;A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;That I never understood&lt;br /&gt;That although you said you'd go&lt;br /&gt;Until you did I never thought you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought the words you said were true&lt;br /&gt;Never thought you said just what you meant&lt;br /&gt;Never knew how much I needed you&lt;br /&gt;Never thought you'd leave, until you went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning comes and morning goes with no regret&lt;br /&gt;And evening brings the memories I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;That I never understood&lt;br /&gt;That although you said you'd go&lt;br /&gt;Until you did I never thought you would&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-4926909454772397522?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4926909454772397522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-trembling-tingle-of-sleepless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4926909454772397522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4926909454772397522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-feel-trembling-tingle-of-sleepless.html' title=''/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2768121227642940816</id><published>2009-12-09T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:32:15.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Waits'/><title type='text'>Blues</title><content type='html'>TOM WAITS lyrics - Invitation To The Blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors&lt;br /&gt;She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's just an invitation to the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth&lt;br /&gt;At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore&lt;br /&gt;You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle&lt;br /&gt;Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",&lt;br /&gt;You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble&lt;br /&gt;On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here&lt;br /&gt;It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes&lt;br /&gt;This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,&lt;br /&gt;It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers&lt;br /&gt;Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey&lt;br /&gt;But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind&lt;br /&gt;And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze&lt;br /&gt;And an open invitation to the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,&lt;br /&gt;And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things&lt;br /&gt;He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night,&lt;br /&gt;And then he's drunk and never even told her that her cared&lt;br /&gt;So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes&lt;br /&gt;And left her with an invitation to the blues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening&lt;br /&gt;You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while&lt;br /&gt;Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,&lt;br /&gt;And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?&lt;br /&gt;Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll accept your invitation to the blues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2768121227642940816?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2768121227642940816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2768121227642940816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2768121227642940816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/blues.html' title='Blues'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8697803602902364544</id><published>2009-12-09T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T08:45:02.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Over It.'/><title type='text'>Get over it</title><content type='html'>Just because I might be making the right moves to get over you doesn't mean I ever will. Cooking isn't as fun when you're alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8697803602902364544?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8697803602902364544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-over-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8697803602902364544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8697803602902364544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/get-over-it.html' title='Get over it'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2547028472867849245</id><published>2009-12-08T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:40:06.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You still haunt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2547028472867849245?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2547028472867849245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-still-haunt-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2547028472867849245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2547028472867849245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-still-haunt-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-5296961004705615670</id><published>2009-12-07T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:19:51.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation.'/><title type='text'>in less than 5 hours</title><content type='html'>I get up to start my mission of running a whole/half marathon and get my shit into gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the coffee pot ready to cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I CAN MAINTAIN MY MOTIVATION&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-5296961004705615670?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5296961004705615670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-less-than-5-hours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5296961004705615670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5296961004705615670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-less-than-5-hours.html' title='in less than 5 hours'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-94496684827372807</id><published>2009-12-06T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:48:50.019-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dexter&apos;s Paradox'/><title type='text'>The Dexter Paradox</title><content type='html'>I'm not talking about the premium cable show, I'm talking about this lil' feller. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d3xt3r.net/images/dexter1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 250px;" src="http://d3xt3r.net/images/dexter1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this guy is always coming up with a solution to a problem that doesn't exist. Unfortunately it always goes bad and he has to save the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I call the dexter paradox is: Without dexter, there is no killer-out-of-control-robot. Without dexter, there is no day to save. Without dexter there is no hero. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately Dexter is both the protagonist and antagonist in this situation. I don't think kids think this far into the cartoon, but I do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend twit'd "To find what you're looking for, stop looking for it and you'll find it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has it's own dexter paradox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the process of looking for something, whether it be love, or chemicals on a messy lab bench or even happiness. It is exactly a process. To "stop" looking for it is still apart of that process, whether we admit to it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to think, however sometimes thinking gets me into thoughts and worries that I really don't want to think about and shouldn't think about. Then I get angry and depressed with myself, but by the end of it all it is the very same convoluted thought process that gets me out of that rut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our lives we are the protagonist, however more often than not, we are also the antagonist. We are the cause of what happens to us and we can choose to be happy, sad, or any other emotion whether we look for it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times I play the role of the antagonist in others lives. Not because I enjoy too, ok I do, but because rarely to people acknowledge their play as the antagonist in their own lives. They've never given any thought to their process and they blindly go through their life thinking that what they are doing is ok and acceptable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-94496684827372807?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/94496684827372807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/dexter-paradox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/94496684827372807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/94496684827372807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/dexter-paradox.html' title='The Dexter Paradox'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-7522179670559163577</id><published>2009-12-05T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T15:19:08.982-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Old Playlist'/><title type='text'>New Playlist</title><content type='html'>It's been nearly 4 years since I've totally updated my playlist. It's due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to drop the shit that doesn't do it for me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some songs will remain the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the terrible copy pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my old playlist:&lt;br /&gt;La Femme D'Argent Air&lt;br /&gt;Sexy Boy Air&lt;br /&gt;Cherry Blossom Girl Air&lt;br /&gt;Alpha Beta Gaga Air&lt;br /&gt;Electronic Performers Air&lt;br /&gt;Playground Love AIR&lt;br /&gt;Surfing On A Rocket Air&lt;br /&gt;Surfing On A Rocket (Tel Aviv Rocket Surfing Remake) (Remixed by Nomo Heroes) Air&lt;br /&gt;Souvenirs Architecture in Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary Ordinary Architecture in Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Paper Rock Architecture in Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;To And Fro Architecture in Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;The Owls Go Architecture in Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Its Almost A Trap Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Like a Call Architecture in Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;City Calm Down Architecture in Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Neverevereverdid Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Wishbone Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Maybe You Can Owe Me Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Do The Whirlwind Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;In Case We Die (Part 1-4) Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;The Cemetary Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Frenchy, I'm Faking Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Rendezvous Potrero Hill Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;What's In Store Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Red Turned White Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Heart It Races Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Hold Music Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Feather In A Baseball Cap Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Underwater Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Like It Ar Not Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Lazy (Lazy) Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's Wrong Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;The Same Old Innocence Architecture In Helsinki&lt;br /&gt;Magical Mystery Tour The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;The Fool on the Hill The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Flying The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Blue Jay Way The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother Should Know The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;I Am the Walrus The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Hello Goodbye The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Strawberry Fields Forever The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Penny Lane The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Baby You're a Rich Man The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;All You Need Is Love The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Drive my car The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Norwegian wood The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;You Wont See Me The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere Man The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Think For Yourself The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;The Word The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;Michelle The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;The Stars of Track and Field Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;If You're Feeling Sinister Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Another Sunny Day Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;don't leave the light on baby belle &amp; sebastian&lt;br /&gt;get me away from here, i'm dying Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;I'm a cuckoo Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;If she wants me Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Is It Wicked Not to Care Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan David Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Just a Modern Rock Song Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Like Dylan in the Movies Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Other People Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Step into my office, baby Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Sukie In The Graveyard belle &amp; sebastian&lt;br /&gt;The Boy with the Arab Strap Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;The Model belle &amp; sebastian&lt;br /&gt;The State I Am In Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the Moon to Rise Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;We Rule The School Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;You don't send me Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;You're Just A Baby Belle &amp; Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;back of a car big star&lt;br /&gt;In the street Big star&lt;br /&gt;O My Soul Big Star&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Friends Big Star&lt;br /&gt;The Ballad Of El Goodo (Live) Big Star&lt;br /&gt;Thirteen Big Star&lt;br /&gt;Furr Blitzen Trapper&lt;br /&gt;Come Closer, Sisters Bowery Boy Blue&lt;br /&gt;The Sweetest Tooth Camphor&lt;br /&gt;Confidences Shattered Camphor&lt;br /&gt;Proper Rock The Chap&lt;br /&gt;Billy Liar The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Los Angeles, I'm Yours The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Everything I Try To Do, Nothing Seems To Turn Out Right The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Leslie Anne Levine The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;July, July! The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;A Cautionary Song The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Odalisque The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Cocoon The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Grace Cathedral Hill The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Legionnaire's Lament The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Clementine The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;California One/Youth And Beauty Brigade The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Oceanside The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Shiny The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;My Mother Was A Chinese Trapeze Artist The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Angel, Won't You Call Me? The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Mind The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Apology Song The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Shanty for the Arethusa The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Gymnast, High Above the Ground The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Bachelor and the Bride The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Song for Myla Goldberg The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Soldiering Life The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Red Right Ankle The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Chimbley Sweep The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;I Was Meant for the Stage The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;As I Rise The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Infanta The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;We Both Go Down Together The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Sporting Life The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Bagman's Gambit The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;From My Own True Love (Lost At Sea) The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen Military Wives The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;16 Military Wives The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Engine Driver The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;On the Bus Mall The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;The Mariner's Revenge Song The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Of Angels and Angles The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;Eli, The Barrowboy The Decemberists&lt;br /&gt;creepin' (on dat ass) dj gyngyvytus&lt;br /&gt;flamboastin android dj gyngyvytus&lt;br /&gt;the national headbustaz anthem dj gyngyvytus&lt;br /&gt;no sizzuruprises dj gyngyvytus&lt;br /&gt;skeet spirit dj gyngyvytus&lt;br /&gt;snaps out dj gyngyvytus&lt;br /&gt;talk show hoes dj gyngyvytus&lt;br /&gt;fitter, hyphier (intro) dj gyngyvytus&lt;br /&gt;Walk Through A Cloud The Donkeys&lt;br /&gt;Intuition Feist&lt;br /&gt;Mushaboom Feist&lt;br /&gt;Piste  3 Feist&lt;br /&gt;Piste  4 Feist&lt;br /&gt;Never Win FischerSpooner&lt;br /&gt;Seasick Free Kitten&lt;br /&gt;Abandon French Kicks&lt;br /&gt;one more dollar Gillian welch&lt;br /&gt;orphan girl Gillian welch&lt;br /&gt;paper wings Gillian welch&lt;br /&gt;alison road Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;as long as it matters Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;cheatin' Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;follow you down Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;found out about you Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;hands are tied Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;hey jealousy Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;hold me down Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;lost horizons Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;til i hear it from you Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;until i fall away Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;29 Gin blossoms&lt;br /&gt;Touch of Grey The Grateful Dead&lt;br /&gt;Casey Jones The Grateful Dead&lt;br /&gt;Friend of the Devil The Grateful Dead&lt;br /&gt;shakedown street The Grateful dead&lt;br /&gt;Circus World Guided By Voices&lt;br /&gt;hot freaks Guided by Voices&lt;br /&gt;I Am A Scientist Guided By Voices&lt;br /&gt;My Kind Of Soldier Guided By Voices&lt;br /&gt;Skills Like This Guided By Voices&lt;br /&gt;teenage fbi Guided by voices&lt;br /&gt;Wine, Women, and Song Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;Cream and Bastards Rise Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;Moral Centralia Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;Little Round Mirrors Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;Happiness Writes White Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;Incommunicado Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;Cool James Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;What You Live By Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;War Buddies Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;Diminishing Returns Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;Flagpole Sitta Harvey Danger&lt;br /&gt;curs in the weeds Horse Feathers&lt;br /&gt;Introduction Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Running Out Of Time Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight Goodnight Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;You Owe Me an IOU Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;No Jokes - Fact Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Jingle Jangle Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Pickin' it up Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Island Of The Honest Man Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Middle Of Nowhere Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Mouth Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Soldier In A Box Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Shame On You Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Elevator Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;5 Times Out of 100 Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Have a Good Sleep Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Touch You Touch You Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;More for Show Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Naked in the City Again Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;No, Not Now Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Get In or Get Out Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Bandages Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Goddamnit Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Aveda Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;This Town Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Talk to Me, Dance With Me Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Save Us S.O.S. Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;In Cairo Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;I Blew a Fuse in my Personality Hot Hot Heat&lt;br /&gt;Evil Interpol&lt;br /&gt;Narc Interpol&lt;br /&gt;not even jail interpol&lt;br /&gt;Obstacle 2 Interpol&lt;br /&gt;Pda Interpol&lt;br /&gt;Say Hello To The Angels Interpol&lt;br /&gt;Untitled Interpol&lt;br /&gt;Promise What You Will Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Sea And The Rhythm Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;The Trapeze Swinger Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Sinning Hands Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Naked As We Came Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Cinders And Smoke Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Teeth In The Grass Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Love And Some Verses Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Radio War Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Each Coming Night Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Fever Dream Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Sodom, South Georgia Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Passing Afternoon Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Woman King Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Jezebel Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Grey Stables Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Freedom Hangs Like Heaven Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Sunset Soon Forgotten Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Jesus the Mexican Boy Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Lions Mane Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Southern Anthem Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;such great heights Iron &amp; Wine&lt;br /&gt;Prison on Route 41 Iron &amp; Wine And Calexico&lt;br /&gt;History Of Lovers Iron &amp; Wine And Calexico&lt;br /&gt;Red Dust Iron &amp; Wine And Calexico&lt;br /&gt;bad time Jayhawks&lt;br /&gt;I'd Run Away Jayhawks&lt;br /&gt;I'm Gonna Make You Love Me Jayhawks&lt;br /&gt;Smile Jayhawks&lt;br /&gt;What Led Me To This Town Jayhawks&lt;br /&gt;Everybody Here Wants You Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;forget her jeff buckley&lt;br /&gt;Grace (L.P.version) jeff buckley&lt;br /&gt;hallelujah Jeff buckley&lt;br /&gt;last goodbye Jeff buckley&lt;br /&gt;Lover, You Should've Come Over Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;so real Jeff buckley&lt;br /&gt;Unforgiven (Last Goodbye) (Live) Jeff Buckley&lt;br /&gt;Palmyra Jolie Holland&lt;br /&gt;Picture Book The Kinks&lt;br /&gt;More More More Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Love At First Sight Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Can't Get You Out Of My Head Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Fever Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Give It To Me Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Fragile Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Come Into My World Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;In Your Eyes Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Dancefloor Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Love Affair Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Your Love Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Burning Up Kylie Minogue&lt;br /&gt;Why Can't I? Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;flower Liz phair&lt;br /&gt;fuck&amp;run Liz phair&lt;br /&gt;polyester bride Liz phair&lt;br /&gt;stratford-on-guy Liz phair&lt;br /&gt;super nova Liz phair&lt;br /&gt;6'1 Liz phair&lt;br /&gt;Extraordinary Liz Phair&lt;br /&gt;take ecstasy with me Magentic fields&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Love Magic Wands&lt;br /&gt;Lock and Key Mason Proper&lt;br /&gt;A Prayer For England Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Angel Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Black Milk Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Daydreaming Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;I Am Home Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Inertia Creeps Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Karmacoma Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;P Is For Piano Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Polaroid Girl Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Protection Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Risingson Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Silent Spring Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Small Time Shot Away Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;Weather Storm Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;What Your Soul Sings Massive Attack&lt;br /&gt;My Only Offer Mates of State&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the World from the Bottom of a Well Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Unsingable Name Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Madeline and Nine Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Busting Up a Starbucks Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;American Car Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;I Hear the Bells Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Sunken-Eyed Girl Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Grey Ghost Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;His Truth Is Marching On Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Your Misfortune Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Down On The River By The Sugar Plant Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;The Only Answer Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;The Pink Life Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Real Love/It's Only Life Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;No Peace, Los Angeles Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Where Have You Gone? Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Thank You, Lord for Sending Me the F Train Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Looks Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Shunned + Falsified Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;All the Dirt Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Lord in Heaven Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Language Barrier Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Rising Sign Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Ways + Means Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;27 Jennifers Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;40 Grand in the Hole Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Ossining Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Cash Cow Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;The Only Answer [*] Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Move On (Bloom Like the Sunlight in My Song) [*] Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;I Failed to Use It [*] Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Laundrytown [*] Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Get Along [*] Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Down on the River Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;White Lexus Mike Doughty&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the Killer Game of Crisco® Twister Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Monkey!!! Knife!!! Fight!!! Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Absinthe Party at the Fly Honey Warehouse Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Wanna Throw Up? Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Get Me Naked 2: Electric Boogaloo Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;We Are Not a Football Team Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;You Kill Bugs Good, Man Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Spritz!!! Spritz!!! Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Women We Haven't Met Yet Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Damn Bugs Whacked Him, Johnny Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;I Lost All My Money at the Cock Fights Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Andy Wolff Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Let's Play Guitar in a Five Guitar Band Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Booyah Achieved Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;The Game Needed Me Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Memphis and 53rd Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Drilling Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;The Fix Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;El Torrente Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Pachuca Sunrise Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Michio's Death Drive Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Hooray Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;The Pig War Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;This Ain't a Surfin Movie Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;Willful Suspension Of Disbelief Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Night On The Sun Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;3 Inch Horses, Two Faced Monsters Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;You're The Good Things Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;The Air Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;So Much Beauty In Dirt Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Here It Comes Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;I Came As A Rat (Long Walk Off A Short Dock) Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;The World at Large Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Breathes Salty Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Dig Your Grave Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Bury Me With It Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Horn Intro Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Dance Hall Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Bukowski Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;This Devil's Workday Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;The View Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Satin In A Coffin Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Interlude (Milo) Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Blame It On The Tetons Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Black Cadillacs Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;One Chance Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;The Good Times Are Killing Me Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Teeth Like God's Shoeshine Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Heart Cooks Brain Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Convenient Parking Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Lounge (Closing Time) Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ Was An Only Child Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Doin' The Cockroach Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Cowboy Dan Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Trailer Trash Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Out Of Gas Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Long Distance Drunk Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Shit Luck Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Truckers Atlas Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Polar Opposites Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Bankrupt On Selling Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Styrofoam Boots/ It's All Nice On Ice, Alright Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;What People Are Made Of Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Dark Center Of The Universe Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Disguise Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;A Different City Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;The Cold Part Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Alone Down There Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;The Stars Are Projectors Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Paper Thin Walls Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;I Came As A Rat Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Lives Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Life Like Weeds Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;3rd Planet (BBC Radio Session) Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Disguise (BBC Radio Session) Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Custom Concern (Instrumental) Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes (BBC Radio Session) Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Dramamine Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Breakthrough Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Custom Concern Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Might Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Lounge Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Beach Side Property Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;The Ionizes &amp; Atomizes Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Make Everyone Happy/Mechanical Birds Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Ionizes &amp; Atomizes Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Head South Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Dog Paddle Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Novocain Stain Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Tundra/Desert Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Ohio Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Exit Does Not Exist Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Space Travel Is Boring Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;March into the Sea Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Dashboard Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Fire It Up Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Florida Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Parting of the Sensory Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Missed the Boat Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;We've Got Everything Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Fly Trapped in a Jar Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Education Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Little Motel Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Steam Engenius Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Spitting Venom Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;People as Places as People Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Invisible Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;float on modest mouse&lt;br /&gt;Gravity Rides Everything Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;she ionizes and atomizes modest mouse&lt;br /&gt;The Ocean Breathes Salty Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;Wild Packs Of Family Dogs Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;3rd Planet Modest Mouse&lt;br /&gt;The Sun Smells Too Loud Mogwai&lt;br /&gt;a good woman is hard to find Morphine&lt;br /&gt;ahead with wings Morphine&lt;br /&gt;buena Morphine&lt;br /&gt;candy Morphine&lt;br /&gt;cure for pain Morphine&lt;br /&gt;gone for good Morphine&lt;br /&gt;hanging on a curtain Morphine&lt;br /&gt;honey white Morphine&lt;br /&gt;i had my chance Morphine&lt;br /&gt;i know you (part iii) Morphine&lt;br /&gt;i'm free now Morphine&lt;br /&gt;let's take a trip together Morphine&lt;br /&gt;mary won't you call my name Morphine&lt;br /&gt;sharks Morphine&lt;br /&gt;so many ways Morphine&lt;br /&gt;the night Morphine&lt;br /&gt;the saddest song Morphine&lt;br /&gt;Body of Years Mother Mother&lt;br /&gt;Dull Reason Mt. St. Helens Vietnam Band&lt;br /&gt;New Born Muse&lt;br /&gt;Bliss Muse&lt;br /&gt;Space Dementia Muse&lt;br /&gt;Hyper Music Muse&lt;br /&gt;Plug in Baby Muse&lt;br /&gt;Citizen Erased Muse&lt;br /&gt;Micro Cuts Muse&lt;br /&gt;Screenager Muse&lt;br /&gt;Dark Shines Muse&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Good Muse&lt;br /&gt;Megalomania Muse&lt;br /&gt;Apocalypse Please Muse&lt;br /&gt;Blackout Muse&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies and Hurricanes Muse&lt;br /&gt;Endlessly Muse&lt;br /&gt;Falling Away With You Muse&lt;br /&gt;Hysteria Muse&lt;br /&gt;Interlude Muse&lt;br /&gt;muscle museum Muse&lt;br /&gt;Ruled by Secrecy Muse&lt;br /&gt;Showbiz Muse&lt;br /&gt;Sing For Absolution Muse&lt;br /&gt;Stockholm Syndrome Muse&lt;br /&gt;Supermassive Black Hole Muse&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of a Dying Atheist Muse&lt;br /&gt;Time Is Running Out Muse&lt;br /&gt;TSP Muse&lt;br /&gt;Unintended Muse&lt;br /&gt;I Like What You Say Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;A Baby For Pree Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;communist daughter neutral milk hotel&lt;br /&gt;ghost neutral milk hotel&lt;br /&gt;holland, 1945 neutral milk hotel&lt;br /&gt;in the aeroplane over the sea neutral milk hotel&lt;br /&gt;oh comely neutral milk hotel&lt;br /&gt;two-headed boy neutral milk hotel&lt;br /&gt;Where You'll Find Me Now Neutral Milk Hotel&lt;br /&gt;At The Chime Of A City Clock Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyed Dog Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Cello Song Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Fly Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;From The Morning Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Hazey Jane 2 Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Northern Sky Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Poor Boy Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Rider On The Wheel Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;River Man Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Road Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Things Behind The Sun Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Tow The Line Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Voice From The Mountain Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Which Will Nick Drake&lt;br /&gt;Nonpareil Of Favor of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;Id Engager of Montreal&lt;br /&gt;Sleepyhead Passion Pit&lt;br /&gt;Rattled By The Rush Pavement&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping In The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;This Place Is A Prison The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Brand New Colony The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;The District Sleeps Alone Tonight The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Such Great Heights The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Better The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Recycled Air The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Clark Gable The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;We Will Become Silhouettes The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Natural Anthem The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;theres never enough time The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Be Still My Heart The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Better (styrofoam remix) The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;We Will Become Silhouettes (matthew dear's not scared mix) The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;clark gable the postal service&lt;br /&gt;such great heights the postal service&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Everything Has Changed The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;The District Sleeps Alone Tonight The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;The Dream Of Ev the postal service&lt;br /&gt;There's Never Enough Time The Postal Service&lt;br /&gt;Tora Tora Tora Pretty &amp; Nice&lt;br /&gt;Dying Is Fine Ra Ra Riot&lt;br /&gt;Steady, As She Goes The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Hands The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Broken Boy Soldier The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Intimate Secretary The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Together The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Level The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Store Bought Bones The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Sun The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Call It A Day The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Blue Veins The Raconteurs&lt;br /&gt;Portions for Foxes Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Absence of God Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;More Adventurous Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Secret Song rilo kiley&lt;br /&gt;Go Ahead Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Science vs. Romance Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Plane Crash in C Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Bulletproof Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Small Figures in a Vast Expanse Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Don't Deconstruct Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Always I Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Rest of My Life Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;The Good That Won't Come Out Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Paint's Peeling Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;So Long Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;My Slumbering Heart Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Frug Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Papillon Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Always Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Asshole Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Silver Lining Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Close Call Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;The Moneymaker Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Breakin' Up Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Under the Blacklight Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Dreamworld Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Dejalo Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;15 Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;August Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Teenage Love Song Rilo Kiley&lt;br /&gt;Laura Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Lovers in the Back Seat Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Electrobix Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Bicycling With the Devil Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Good Boys  Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Good Boys (Scissor Sisters' Gyad Byas Myax Ya Mix Extended) Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Better Luck Next Time Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;It Can't Come Quickly Enough Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Take Me Out (Live Lounge) (Franz Ferdinand cover) Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Music Is The Victim Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Monkey Baby Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Better Luck Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Comfortably Numb Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Comfortably Numb (Tiga Remix) Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Mary Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Take Your Mama Out Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;The Skins Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Tits On The Radio Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;get it get it Scissor Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Filthy And Gorgeous Scissors Sisters&lt;br /&gt;Atomic Heels The Secret Machines&lt;br /&gt;Rebel Rebel Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Life on Mars? Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Ziggy Stardust Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Lady Stardust Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Changes Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Oh! You Pretty Things Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Rock n' Roll Suicide Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Suffragette City Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Five Years Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Team Zissou Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Starman Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Queen Bitch Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;When I Live my Dream Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand Seu Jorge&lt;br /&gt;Kissing The Lipless The Shins&lt;br /&gt;So Says I The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Young Pilgrams The Shins&lt;br /&gt;A Call To Apathy [tentative title] The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Mine's Not a High Horse The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Saint Simon The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Fighting in a Sack The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Turn a Square The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Gone for Good The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Those to Come The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Caring Is Creepy The Shins&lt;br /&gt;One by One All Day The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Weird Divide The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Know Your Onion The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Know Your Onion! The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Girl Inform Me The Shins&lt;br /&gt;New Slang The Shins&lt;br /&gt;The Celibate Life The Shins&lt;br /&gt;The Celibrate Life The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Girl on the Wing The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Your Algebra The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Pressed in a Book The Shins&lt;br /&gt;The Past and Pending The Shins&lt;br /&gt;We Will Become Silhouettes The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Lessons The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Australia The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Pam Berry The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Phantom Limb The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Sea Legs The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Red Rabbits The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Turn On Me The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Black Wave The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Split Needles The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Girl Sailor The Shins&lt;br /&gt;A Comet Appears The Shins&lt;br /&gt;pink bullets the shins&lt;br /&gt;when i goosestep The Shins&lt;br /&gt;Gobbledigook Sigur Rós&lt;br /&gt;Shakespeare's Sister The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Devil The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;I Know It's Over The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;There Is A Light That Never Goes Out The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;William, It Was Really Nothing The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;The Queen Is Dead The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Unloveable The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;I Turn My Camera On Spoon&lt;br /&gt;anything you want Spoon&lt;br /&gt;believing is art Spoon&lt;br /&gt;chicago at night Spoon&lt;br /&gt;everything hits at once Spoon&lt;br /&gt;I Could See The Dude Spoon&lt;br /&gt;lines in the suit Spoon&lt;br /&gt;me&amp;bean Spoon&lt;br /&gt;take a walk Spoon&lt;br /&gt;take the fifth Spoon&lt;br /&gt;the fitted shirt Spoon&lt;br /&gt;this book is a movie Spoon&lt;br /&gt;Two Sides/Monsieur Valentine Spoon&lt;br /&gt;1020 am Spoon&lt;br /&gt;Cold Son Stephen Malkmus &amp; The Jicks&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore Stephen Malkmus &amp; The Jicks&lt;br /&gt;Turn the Page The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Has It Come to This? The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Let's Push Things Forward The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Same Old Thing The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Geezers Need Excitement The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Too Much Brandy The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Don't Mug Yourself The Streets&lt;br /&gt;The Irony of It All The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Weak Become Heroes The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Stay Positive The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Dry Your Eyes Mate The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Fit But You Know It The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Not Addicted The Streets&lt;br /&gt;Concerning The UFO Sighting Near Highland, Illinois Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;The Black Hawk War, Or, How To Demolish An Entire Civilization And Still Feel Good About Yourself In The Morning, Or, We Apologize For The Inconvenience But You're Going To Have To Leave Now, Or... Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Jacksonville Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Decatur, Or, Round Of Applause For Your Stepmother! Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Chicago Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Casimir Pulaski Day Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;To The Workers Of The Rock River Valley Region, I Have An Idea Concerning Your Predicament Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;The Man Of Metropolis Steals Our Hearts Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Prairie Fire That Wanders About Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;The Predatory Wasp Of The Palisades Is Out To Get Us! Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;They Are Night Zombies!! They Are Neighbors!! They Have Come Back From The Dead!! Ahhhh! Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;The Seer's Tower Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;The Tallest Man, The Broadest Shoulders Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Out Of Egypt, Into The Great Laugh Of Mankind, And I Shake The Dirt From My Sandals As I Run Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Say Yes! To Michigan Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Flint (For the Unemployed and Underpaid) Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;All Good Naysayers, Speak Up! Or Forever Hold Your Peace! Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;For the Widows in Paradise, for the Fatherless in Ypsilanti Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Say Yes! to M!ch!gan! Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;The Upper Peninsula Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Tahquamenon Falls Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Holland Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Detroit, Lift Up Your Weary Head! (Rebuild! Restore! Reconsider!) Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Romulus Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Bear, Sault Saint Marie Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;They Also Mourn Who Do Not Wear Black (For the Homeless in Muskegon) Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, Where Are You Now? (In Pickeral Lake? Pigeon? Marquette? ...) Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Redford (For Yia-Yia &amp; Pappou) Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;Vito's Ordination Song Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;What It Takes Supersuckers&lt;br /&gt;Building Skyscrapers in the Basement Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Where Have All the Rude Boys Gone? Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;I'm a Ghost Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;The High Party Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Hearts of Oak Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;The Ballad of the Sin Eater Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Dead Voices Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;The Anointed One Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Bridges, Squares Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Tell Balgeary, Balgury Is Dead Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;2nd Ave, 11AM Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;First to Finish, Last to Start Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;The Crane Takes Flight Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Biomusicology Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Parallel or Together? Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Under the Hedge Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Dial Up Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Timorous Me Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Stove By a Whale Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;The Great Communicator Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Squeaky Fingers Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;My Vien IIin Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;The Gold Finch and the Red Oak Tree Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;St. John the Divine Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;You Could Die (Or This Might End) Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Counting Down the Hours Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Me and Mia Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;The Angles' Share Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;The One Who Got Us Out Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Heart Problems Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Criminal Piece Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Better Dead than Lead Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Shake the Sheets Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding Powers Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Walking To Do Ted Leo &amp; the Pharmacists&lt;br /&gt;Lebanese Blonde Thievery Corperation&lt;br /&gt;Lagos Communique Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;Richest Man In Babylon (G-Corp. Remix) Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;Interlude Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;The State Of The Union Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;Un Simple Histoire (A Simple Story) Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;Until The Morning Thievery Corporation&lt;br /&gt;J. Smith Travis&lt;br /&gt;angel on my bike Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;birdcage (incl. bonus) Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;delivered Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;god don't make lonely girls Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;hand me down Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;i wish i felt nothing Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;laughing out loud Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;letters from the wasteland Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;mourning train Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;murder 101 Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;one headlight Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;some flowers bloom dead Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;three marlenas Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;up from under Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;witness Wallflowers&lt;br /&gt;6th avenue heartache Wallflowers, the&lt;br /&gt;Ladysmith The Wanteds&lt;br /&gt;Hasten Down The Wind Warren Zevon&lt;br /&gt;I'll Slow You Down Warren Zevon&lt;br /&gt;Keep Me In Your Heart Warren Zevon&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bad Example Warren Zevon&lt;br /&gt;It's Just That Simple Wilco&lt;br /&gt;I Am Trying To Break Your Heart Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Kamera Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Radio Cure Wilco&lt;br /&gt;War On War Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Etc. Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Ashes Of American Flags Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Metal Drummer Wilco&lt;br /&gt;I'm The Man Who Loves You Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Pot Kettle Black Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Poor Places Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Being There I Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Dreamer in My Dreams Wilco&lt;br /&gt;ELT Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Hotel Arizona Wilco&lt;br /&gt;I Shall Be Released Wilco w/Fleet Foxes&lt;br /&gt;Muzzle Of Bees Wilco&lt;br /&gt;She's a jar Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Someone Else's Song Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Theologians Wilco&lt;br /&gt;Will markwardt - Will markwardt&lt;br /&gt;oxygen Willy Mason&lt;br /&gt;Call It A Ritual Wolf Parade&lt;br /&gt;Pass the Hatchet, I Think I'm Goodkind Yo La Tengo&lt;br /&gt;I Feel Like Going Home Yo La Tengo&lt;br /&gt;The Summer Yo La Tengo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-7522179670559163577?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7522179670559163577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-playlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7522179670559163577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7522179670559163577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/new-playlist.html' title='New Playlist'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-1978250916329786242</id><published>2009-12-04T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T00:08:11.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self doubt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation.'/><title type='text'>On Doubts</title><content type='html'>Nights like this - I have my doubts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my doubts that I deserve a PhD in chemistry, I have doubts that I'm smart enough. However it is reassuring that I don't have to make that decision, I can only try to bust my ass for results. Ultimately it isn't my choice, it is the choice of my committee. If they don't think I deserve one, I cannot argue with them, I picked them for their ability to guide me through this process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't their PhD. it is mine. I am a drain my boss's resources and I need to repay him for that time lost by getting results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in that, it is still a scary proposition. People seem to be dropping like flies from the program, through various channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a plan if I got a MS, but It doesn't mean I'm scared to leave with one, it would be a minor setback. It would probably motivate me more to work harder, learn more and be more productive. I could get a teaching license in Minnesota and teach high school chemistry. I could go on and get a PhD in Chemical Education, try law school etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world really is my oyster and as cliche as it sounds I really have my doubts about what I want out of it. One this is for sure, it's not worth staring at for extended periods of time without gaining some knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-1978250916329786242?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/1978250916329786242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-doubts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1978250916329786242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/1978250916329786242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-doubts.html' title='On Doubts'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-112340076337277652</id><published>2009-12-02T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:53:20.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>On Friends</title><content type='html'>I love my friends, they are raw, honest. They are the same person around me as they are around others. They aren't two faced. I respect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends are smart, they really understand how much I need them in difficult times and have performed marvelously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends genuinely care about me, and I genuinely care about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the greatest friends in the world.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to tell them more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-112340076337277652?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/112340076337277652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/112340076337277652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/112340076337277652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/on-friends.html' title='On Friends'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-7464759162791759087</id><published>2009-12-02T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:27:16.759-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Symmetry'/><title type='text'>Fascination with the extremely simple, making it extremely complex.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/marcus_du_sautoy_symmetry_reality_s_riddle.html"&gt;Symmetry&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://blog.ted.com/2007/12/murray_gellmann.php"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/lang/eng/garrett_lisi_on_his_theory_of_everything.html"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;) is everything. It is the balance of life. It really is everywhere. They are using it's principles to find the Higg-Boson, it is vital in the selection of a mate, to the importance of how a drug interacts with our body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting thing to me about symmetry is how complex it can be, and yet deceptively simple (watch the ted videos above for examples). No matter what you do you cannot create a new form of symmetry. They've already been discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However unsymmetrical things are far more interesting. Which is why everyone from Japanese builders to the Amish would put imperfections into their work. Granted they had their different reasons, but it's the same end result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A contemporary example of the failure of symmetry is Tiger's infidelity. The worlds greatest golfer is not the worlds greatest husband.  Well duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider it this way. If the more you work at one aspect of your life over others, the more they will be deficient. If you put more effort into your personal life you'll have less time for your professional life. If you put more time into practicing golfing, you have less time to practice lying to your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, use this graphic i stole from GIS, if you are great in leadership, you might be deficient in resources, since they may or may not be related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 449px; height: 380px;" alt="http://www.emeraldinsight.com/fig/0620130603005.png" src="http://www.emeraldinsight.com/fig/0620130603005.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now imagine everything you are capable of is in emanating from a point (you) shining like a star. The better you become the stronger more intense your light is. The trick is not to grow (glow) in one direction more than another, the trick is to grow slowly and gradually, filling in deficiencies where you can.  As you grow, your volume  [V= 4/3(pi)r^3] increases by a power of three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about balance or the desire for balance. I desire balance in my life. I desire to grow evenly, I have no intention of being the best home-run hitter if I become the worst lover for example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to grow like a sphere, not a cube, I want to be the ultimate in symmetrical. Unaltering single entity. Both in 1 dimension and in the 10th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-7464759162791759087?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7464759162791759087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/fascination-with-extremely-simple.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7464759162791759087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7464759162791759087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/12/fascination-with-extremely-simple.html' title='Fascination with the extremely simple, making it extremely complex.'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-6137618480810783826</id><published>2009-11-30T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:35:20.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Innovate'/><title type='text'>Innovate or Die</title><content type='html'>Well, more like stagnate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innovation is a culmination of hardwork and the pursuit of dreams. Despite what some people actually think about me, I have dreams, a set of career goals in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Finish PhD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Pursue Post-Doc opportunity somewhere very promising&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Get a good job specializing in undergrad and highschool research opportunities at a 4 year college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Innovate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It bothers me when people don't pursue their dreams, it bothers me to hear people say "Oh I wish I could paint" or "Something like the previous statement." Whatever happened to people who wanted to be ninjas when they grew up or cowboys. What changed from then to now, that makes you still work at a target with a college fucking degree with no chance of moving up the management chain? Why would anyone go to school to learn a fucking trade, skill set or subject not to contribute to it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're all a bunch of lazy asses and it pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am innovating right now, and I will continue to. There are millions of mistakes I need to make along the way first, but when I'm done with all of that, I'll be the best of the best because I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;An expert is a man who has made all the mistakes which can be made, in a narrow field.&lt;/span&gt; - Niels Bohr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-6137618480810783826?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6137618480810783826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/innovate-or-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6137618480810783826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6137618480810783826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/innovate-or-die.html' title='Innovate or Die'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-7069679294700179052</id><published>2009-11-30T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:26:27.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happier than a pig in shit'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>It is not, nor will it ever be my job to make you happy. From the beginning of the day, to the end of the day, the only person I absolutely have to answer to is myself. The same goes for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myself, and there aren't a lot of people that can say that about themselves. It does come off as cocky, it is selfish and arrogant but there isn't anything I cannot succeed at if I don't try.  I am always working to make myself better. Now, it is my school work and my researching duties, the extra time I fill with going to the gym (getting stronger and healthier), with my friends (laughing and having a good time). My life is complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two year I'll be out of here, perhaps I'll stay in the US, perhaps I'll go to another country to pursue more education. I love learning, I love applying it, and I love teaching it. I thrive on the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My third paper was accepted into an RSC journal a couple weeks ago. I'm excited for the interests it may cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started writing my first paper by myself. It's a process, it's a lot of fun, and it is certainly a lot to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very happy, I'm happy being single, I'm happy with the direction my life, my interests and my future is headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make yourself happy is really fucking easy. 1 part motivation. 1. part determination. 98 parts wading through the shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-7069679294700179052?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/7069679294700179052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7069679294700179052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/7069679294700179052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8216820350187664019</id><published>2009-11-14T11:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T11:24:45.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internalization.'/><title type='text'>Internalization</title><content type='html'>Despite what I lead people to believe. I do see beauty in things, lots of beauty. To the complex growth of a tree, to the way light bounces from a window to a passing car to a can of coke and eventually blinding me, annoying me for but a passing second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the thought process of an animal, what it does, thinks about. How it decides to go from one place to another, what it decides is comfortable and what is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is that I internalize these things, I cannot wonder out loud about the growth of a crystal or the advance of my knowledge. The times I do speak on the process of nature, it seems like incoherent babbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm too easily distracted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8216820350187664019?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8216820350187664019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/internalization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8216820350187664019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8216820350187664019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/internalization.html' title='Internalization'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-6008925957778369720</id><published>2009-11-08T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T16:00:47.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sundays'/><title type='text'>Losing it</title><content type='html'>I shouldn't read my ex's journal entries from 3 years ago. I don't know what they would say now I'm sure it would include how much of a shit I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say other than I loved her more than anything, more than school, more than my computer, more than knowledge itself. She was the absolute beacon of happiness in myself and I feel like I ruined it, I just let it burn to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People expect me to be hurt for a while, they expect me to bury myself into my work. If anything I feel like i need a break from most things right now, this apartment, this job, this emotional state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot do this on my own, somethings require help from friends. Unfortunately most of them are too far away or too busy to babysit me during these difficult times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Sundays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-6008925957778369720?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6008925957778369720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/losing-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6008925957778369720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6008925957778369720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/losing-it.html' title='Losing it'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2351292630632179097</id><published>2009-11-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:28:07.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><title type='text'>Lifestyle Changes</title><content type='html'>This breakup seems more like a divorce than anything. You get this, I get that. When you don't need X I'll take care of it until Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating, because it does occupy both of our time too much. For once we are trying to avoid spending time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole progress is time-consuming and aggravating. All this extra work sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to grade, and prepare a lecture for tomorrow, and hopefully study for next Saturday's cumes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2351292630632179097?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2351292630632179097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifestyle-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2351292630632179097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2351292630632179097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/11/lifestyle-changes.html' title='Lifestyle Changes'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-3821320448521840703</id><published>2009-10-28T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T18:33:06.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3911'/><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>I'm terrible when dealing with stress, I've always just wanted to sleep through it. If I sleep, then procrastinate long enough. When it comes down to brass tacks, I'll just jump all over whatever I need to do, I won't have time to worry about time-lines, it will just get done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, while dealing with the new graduate students, I knew I was stressed, and I would just get angry, at them, myself everyone. I need a new way to cope with my stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With 3911 I was the same way, I never dealt with it properly. I was short, angry, vicious, vindictive, selfish and shut-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking help in dealing with stress, I hope it helps, I want to change it. I need to change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I've got too many projects, too many for one graduate student should. If I don't find a way to cope with my stress, I will not be very successful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-3821320448521840703?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3821320448521840703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3821320448521840703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3821320448521840703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/stress.html' title='Stress'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-5665724237236916018</id><published>2009-10-23T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T01:57:06.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alone'/><title type='text'>Meditations on being alone</title><content type='html'>We all need our fellow man, we all need our Samaritan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, being alone is a powerful problem we all encounter. Even while interacting with others we choose to keep our thoughts to ourselves. Until we announce them. During this breakup the things that are hardest for me are to maintain a healthy living schedule. Get up on time, go to bed on time, etc. These things are not always easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being alone, I always prefer to have someone to talk to, whether it be about life, chemistry, sports etc. Being alone causes ones mind to focus on things they necessarily wouldn't focus on. Music doesn't help much right now, songs always change, and with it, their perceived message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy song can make me sad, and a sad song can be empowering and a jazz song might make me angry etc. The intent of the song isn't fullfilling the desired emotion anymore. Black is white, up is down. Determined Barry is indifferent and apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However being alone does give me the ability to hopefully focus on the required tasks at hand. Or screw them up completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-5665724237236916018?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5665724237236916018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/meditations-on-being-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5665724237236916018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5665724237236916018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/meditations-on-being-alone.html' title='Meditations on being alone'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-6223078368068389164</id><published>2009-10-22T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T00:55:17.109-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haul water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chop wood'/><title type='text'>Chop Wood Haul Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SuAO4KH8NYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dxJfIzsVaO8/s1600-h/Picture+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SuAO4KH8NYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dxJfIzsVaO8/s400/Picture+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395328711542977922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new mantra, I've used it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone through this before, and as I type I have a cat burrowing under my left arm. She knows whats up, she knows she's leaving in couple month, no one to wrestle her anymore. If anything I'll miss Kitteh the longest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mantra, "chop wood haul water" is so simple yet has so many meanings. I'm going to write it everyday on the mirror before I brush my teeth. Just keep working and you'll get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chopping wood, compartmentalizing problems, breaking them down. You cannot carry a tree, it is too much of a burden to do so. Chop it up into more manageable problems and you've solved the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haul water, carry what you need with you, these are the lessons learned. Water is vital for life, lessons are vital for the soul. This is your friend, this is the happy moments that you'll never regret. You wouldn't bother carrying bad water. Take the good and leave the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I'll mutter these to myself, everyday since it happened I have been muttering it to myself. It doesn't control the anger, it does make it more manageable, more focused and more useful that outright fear, sadness, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to lose someone you planned to be with for the rest of your life, eventually you'll get over it, eventually I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By chopping wood and hauling water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-6223078368068389164?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6223078368068389164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/chop-wood-haul-water.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6223078368068389164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6223078368068389164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/chop-wood-haul-water.html' title='Chop Wood Haul Water'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SuAO4KH8NYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/dxJfIzsVaO8/s72-c/Picture+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2963157818394649510</id><published>2009-10-20T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:47:48.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lessons to love.'/><title type='text'>Lessons</title><content type='html'>1. Give Space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Treat Her Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2963157818394649510?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2963157818394649510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2963157818394649510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2963157818394649510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/lessons.html' title='Lessons'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-6844723752666927890</id><published>2009-10-19T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:34:27.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Years 9 Months and 11Days</title><content type='html'>From I-HOP to I-hate you 3 years 9 months and 11 days of being with someone is a relatively long time for a relationship. I guess it's over, I guess it's not my decision to make. I've just stood by being patient, to patient. The man of action being patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember all of the good/wonderful times we had together I guess my heart will remain broken forever. If I remember all of the plans we had made for the future I'll never move from this spot until the day I day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember all of the fights/ arguments we had together I guess my heart will remain cold, as so many people accuse me of already.  If I remember all of things that made me so inexplicably confused by her, my head-spins much like a bed does after a hard night on the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The expectations of a wonderful future are disappearing faster than the last 3 years 9 mo and 11days. A sad song, and a sat cat are really all that occupy my physical space anymore. I'm a prisoner in my home, in my room. A vastly different room than it was at the beginning of this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My downfall may be my salvation contact with the outside world, a real world is only readily achieved through a laptop computer. This repression without expression leads to depression mantra that I've chanted so many times before is resonating only slightly louder than the Chet Baker that plays through the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before enlightenment chop wood and eat rice, after being enlightened chop wood and eat rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to say, so many emotions and when I try I get nothing but a whimper and a squeak. Much like how I treated everything for these 3 years 9months and 11days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved her, I loved her wet hair itching my face at night, I loved her kisses on the back of my neck while I worked. I loved everything, I love the fantastic, I loved the good, mediocre and and poor, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't a proclaimer but I would have walked 500 miles for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things were right, and yet I proceeded to do so many things wrong, everything was wrong, but I was blinded by her, the future and especially my own arrogance.  I didn't expect it happen, and I thought if I did I wouldn't be upset, again arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you hurt someone who's so incredibly lucky. How can you bring down a man who has found something so special. Only by losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is now a mess. I have a complete lack of drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things we did, and so many things we've missed out on. I loved you, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-6844723752666927890?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6844723752666927890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-years-9-months-and-11days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6844723752666927890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6844723752666927890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/10/3-years-9-months-and-11days.html' title='3 Years 9 Months and 11Days'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-4060174740453775062</id><published>2009-09-23T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T15:37:33.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PhD Powers'/><title type='text'>Becoming PhD.</title><content type='html'>I think another responsibility of becoming a professor is the insane ability to disappear and reappear when you chose to, and answer emails seconds after receiving them, regardless of how far away from your computer you actually are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-4060174740453775062?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4060174740453775062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/09/becoming-phd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4060174740453775062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4060174740453775062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/09/becoming-phd.html' title='Becoming PhD.'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-4182408073574037862</id><published>2009-09-09T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:37:52.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trig'/><title type='text'>Trig</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I know as much as I do about trig. Teaching the little lady wasn't as frustrating as I thought it would be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-4182408073574037862?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4182408073574037862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/09/trig.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4182408073574037862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4182408073574037862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/09/trig.html' title='Trig'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-9105111931788328287</id><published>2009-09-05T21:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:58:07.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Losing it.'/><title type='text'>Losing It</title><content type='html'>I think as a prerequisite to have a PhD you have to be oblivious to some aspect of life. I think I've been "losing" it the last couple weeks. Perhaps it's the chemicals killing my brain, perhaps it's the countless things I've thinking about at any given time, but I know it's happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been forgetting things lately, forgetting my keys, phone, power supply logging out of some computer somewhere. I can't believe it's happening to me this soon.  Granted it's not as bad as some people who can't use computers, or communicate to people but it is something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is just a phase, and not a requirement for PhD's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-9105111931788328287?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/9105111931788328287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/09/losing-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/9105111931788328287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/9105111931788328287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/09/losing-it.html' title='Losing It'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2862795229159323033</id><published>2009-08-04T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:44:52.060-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook so long I hardly miss you.'/><title type='text'>I gave up on facebook</title><content type='html'>I think slowly... little by little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DRAMATIC CHANGES tend to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've given up on facebook for various reasons, including but not limited to playing pointless games and waste countless hours a month/week/day/hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find more time for more things to focus on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's odd, the people that I enjoy I don't need facebook to bother, I can bother them in person or on the phone. For the people that I don't care about, yeah I won't be in contact with them, but I don't really care about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more time for school and the gym and studying and improving my living conditions, but not watching whether or not someone is done with work or going out of town for the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss my status updates however.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2862795229159323033?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2862795229159323033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-gave-up-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2862795229159323033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2862795229159323033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-gave-up-on-facebook.html' title='I gave up on facebook'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-6315328859324555863</id><published>2009-04-19T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:18:43.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helpless</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've posted in the state I am in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 questions should be asked about the previous statement:&lt;br /&gt;1. What state are you in?&lt;br /&gt;2. Why haven't you posted in this state (assuming this is common)&lt;br /&gt;3. What is so special about tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Kinda drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The last time I posted in this state, some guy was hitting on me be leaving messages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. It's one of the first nights I've let myself go in a while. Even though I've only had 4 drinks, (one Guinness,  3 Jameson on the rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-6315328859324555863?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6315328859324555863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/04/helpless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6315328859324555863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6315328859324555863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/04/helpless.html' title='Helpless'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2673887390603155496</id><published>2009-04-11T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T22:40:52.379-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people in power.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><title type='text'>I like glenn beck</title><content type='html'>To the music of Baby Got Back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like Glenn Beck and I cannot lie,&lt;br /&gt;You other republicans can't deny,&lt;br /&gt;When Glenn walks in the a shit eating grin&lt;br /&gt;and a tear run'n down his face you get gun,&lt;br /&gt;get yer gun!&lt;br /&gt;'cuz the worlds coming undone&lt;br /&gt;That Christmas Sweater he's wear'n&lt;br /&gt;I'm hooked and I can't stop swear'n&lt;br /&gt;Oh Glenn I support you,&lt;br /&gt;Now show those pictures!&lt;br /&gt;O'Reilly's  tryin to warn me&lt;br /&gt;those demoncrats are going to scorn me.&lt;br /&gt;Glenn Beck! Glenn Beck!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to stop those immigrants from getting in&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, tell me&lt;br /&gt;what should I do when I capture them&lt;br /&gt;we could report 'em&lt;br /&gt;we could deport 'em&lt;br /&gt;I like to see you  sweat, get upset&lt;br /&gt;Babbling like PTSD Vet&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of these Olbermans&lt;br /&gt;Saying be nice to the fellow man&lt;br /&gt;Take the average republicans&lt;br /&gt;ask him that&lt;br /&gt;and they'll say "you gotta fight back"&lt;br /&gt;So rednecks (Yeah!) rednecks (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna kill some one! (Hell yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Tell'em to shoot em (Shoot 'em) Shoot em (shoot em)&lt;br /&gt;Shoot them with your gun&lt;br /&gt;Bubba Glenn Beck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2673887390603155496?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2673887390603155496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-glenn-beck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2673887390603155496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2673887390603155496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-like-glenn-beck.html' title='I like glenn beck'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-6981021985737544550</id><published>2009-03-31T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:58:47.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grilling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Grilling</title><content type='html'>I've recently assembled my first grill and I am off to a great start (IMO).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cooked chicken drummies today, I made a so-so Dr. Pepper chicken, the skin is quite interesting. However my favorite chicken I've made so far is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sriracha Agave Chicken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Cup Agave Nectar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Cup Soy Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Cup Sriracha Sauce&lt;br /&gt;2 Cloves of garlic&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of pickled ginger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinade for &gt;12hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grill until done, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, a very sweet and spicy chicken that I'm guessing is hard to beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-6981021985737544550?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/6981021985737544550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/03/grilling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6981021985737544550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/6981021985737544550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/03/grilling.html' title='Grilling'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-142200260298690860</id><published>2009-03-16T00:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:07:12.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knowledge'/><title type='text'>Things to learn</title><content type='html'>I've always wanted to make a list of everything I wanted to learn, and know. Not be an expert at, but be confident in those fields to satiate my knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to understand physical chemistry better, considering that's what I'm getting a degree in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-142200260298690860?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/142200260298690860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-to-learn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/142200260298690860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/142200260298690860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-to-learn.html' title='Things to learn'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-4685521688569928063</id><published>2009-03-12T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T00:46:44.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hunger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self affirmation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self doubt'/><title type='text'>Ends?</title><content type='html'>My everlasting pursuit of knowledge is limited in only wondering how far I could have gotten If I had tried harder. Where would I be, who would I be. The choices in the past direct us to the future, surely there can be only one path, but the options are infinite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My endless pursuit of one-ups-manship of those who have spited me have gotten me farther than most I know, however assuming I didn't set out to acheive more than the rest, would I still be here? The competition isn't the motivation, but rather the challenge of success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many I know fear it, avoid it. I thrive for it, even in failure I can get some success out of it, even if it is the lesson of working harder. It's 2:45 am and I'm at the 60min of UV/VIS monitoring of my compound. I will be tired tomorrow but eventually it will be all worth it. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-4685521688569928063?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/4685521688569928063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/03/ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4685521688569928063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/4685521688569928063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/03/ends.html' title='Ends?'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-3271486446546823522</id><published>2009-02-09T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T08:27:11.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Kitteh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBWm-DSLLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hdTZ_XC_5W0/s1600-h/wattheeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBWm-DSLLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hdTZ_XC_5W0/s200/wattheeff.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831988906863794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTf... Frohzen Kitteh Litterz? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBWgbJpIFI/AAAAAAAAAME/RB27-kPMztk/s1600-h/iiscold.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBWgbJpIFI/AAAAAAAAAME/RB27-kPMztk/s200/iiscold.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300831876459077714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah Pawz iz stuk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBWw6hXD_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/NFRoNKEXs3Q/s1600-h/goininside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBWw6hXD_I/AAAAAAAAAMU/NFRoNKEXs3Q/s200/goininside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300832159757963250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rly... Not Kewl U Guyz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBXDtjaS0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Eq96TPny0I4/s1600-h/coldkitteh01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBXDtjaS0I/AAAAAAAAAMc/Eq96TPny0I4/s200/coldkitteh01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300832482694417218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mah Toez iz Coldz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBXe419LQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FdcBAVblJ_g/s1600-h/donotwant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBXe419LQI/AAAAAAAAAMk/FdcBAVblJ_g/s200/donotwant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300832949581458690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haz ennuf...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-3271486446546823522?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/3271486446546823522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-kitteh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3271486446546823522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/3271486446546823522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/02/snow-kitteh.html' title='Snow Kitteh'/><author><name>chelsea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SpvvFGIvGQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7zWe3269TR8/S220/chelseaprofilefacebook.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SZBWm-DSLLI/AAAAAAAAAMM/hdTZ_XC_5W0/s72-c/wattheeff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2659803707220516469</id><published>2009-02-05T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:42:28.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UUgghndergrads'/><title type='text'>Organic Lab Conversations</title><content type='html'>Girl 1 : "Dog dog dog"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: "Dog! Dog dog dog Dog""&lt;br /&gt;Girl 3 : "Dog"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2 : "Dog? dog dog?"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1 : "Dog dog dog"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2:  "Dog! dog? dog!"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1 : "Dog!"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2 : "Dog dog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1 : "Baby!"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2 : "Oh Baby"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 3 : "Baby!, Oh Baby"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 2: "Baby Sittin' Baby"&lt;br /&gt;Girl 1 : "Baby!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me(In my head): "Shut-up and get back to work, or going to hang myself with this Tygon Tubing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2659803707220516469?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2659803707220516469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/02/organic-lab-conversations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2659803707220516469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2659803707220516469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/02/organic-lab-conversations.html' title='Organic Lab Conversations'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-5729394786479950706</id><published>2009-01-15T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T11:27:44.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UUgghndergrads'/><title type='text'>Stupid things in chemistry lab</title><content type='html'>"S-A-R-A-H is my favorite spelling of that name" - Like it F-ing matters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-5729394786479950706?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5729394786479950706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-things-in-chemistry-lab.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5729394786479950706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5729394786479950706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/stupid-things-in-chemistry-lab.html' title='Stupid things in chemistry lab'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-5794265326194338186</id><published>2009-01-09T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:03:50.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TA&apos;ing'/><title type='text'>Adventures in TA'ing</title><content type='html'>Last semester was the first semester of Organic TA'ing. I think I was too lenient with everyone, even the cheaters and slackers. This semester will be a little bit different because this semester I should be more prepared and I should understand what is going on a little bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week I'll post an example lab report and how I want everyone to do it, not something written in stone but something that will give them a proper template. I'll include what to do and what not to do. I'll instruct them in writing in passive voice and proper citation. Hopefully I can have them understand how to think logically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like teaching, but I get frustrated and bored quite easily. The whole people thing is something I need to work on. I've just never understood why anyone would refuse self-improvement if they had an opportunity to do so. Working and writing reports or "other" regardless of how mundane they are, can be an incredible tool to improve ones-self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then... and then there are the people who don't try at all, they don't understand that they can't get by on their "good looks" and their daddy's money. This isn't highschool anymore. A lab report I read last semester said "Not without regardless because of solution" or some scattered string of bigwords without any meaning, I read it ten-fifteen times before I realized I was also bashing my head against concrete to make it try and make sense. I never figured it out and I never took any points away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I get anymore of those I'll definately post them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-5794265326194338186?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5794265326194338186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventures-in-taing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5794265326194338186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5794265326194338186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/adventures-in-taing.html' title='Adventures in TA&apos;ing'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-2169013274694693504</id><published>2009-01-04T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:37:52.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chemistry in everyday life.'/><title type='text'>Last night</title><content type='html'>This isn't your typical ACS conference. For one, everyone know everyone else here. Everyone knows everyone, there are only about 500 some people here. I guess membership is bigger but not everyone can afford to fly in from South America or Canada. I have met a lot of people here, not just punks like I have met in previous conferences.  I have met the Boss's Boss (and his other boss), I have met new collaborators, old alums, and finally got to know people from right across the hall in my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have met the Gulf of Mexico, which is fairly cold in January. I have met some locals from South Dakota and Alaska, and Manchester. These people aren't here for the same reasons I'm here, but we all have a story and an insight to offer each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach I know better by night, the police have no problems with vacationers vacationing. They have no problems with sand castles, they just simply drive past them. I would drive over them.  It is intersting to sit here with my current and future collaborators and competitors. To witness the best of the best and hang with them and be accepted by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder how on earth I got here, it makes me question can I do better, can I achieve greater than this, should I ha&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SWGannlxwEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-4ygZV0TGfM/s1600-h/people.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SWGannlxwEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-4ygZV0TGfM/s400/people.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287677442942681154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ve worked harder or is this the best I can do? So much to learn, so much to ask, investigate and develop into knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have these crazy ideas, I question all the time, but I always come to the final conclusion of "I'm happy with where I am and where I'm going: Only I can derail myself from this path of success." But that is a double edged sword since the final goal will not be an easy one, I know this, Chelsea knows this and the people that have ended up there know this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I've been bothered about all week is the relationship between people, and that relationship to chemistry. This diagram is a variation of an energy well. And well it's very good at describing more that molecular reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This diagram is good at representing people. The x (horizontal) axis is the distance between two people. The y axis is the energy required to keep to people together. As you can see as you move farther to the right of the diagram the energy requred to keep to people together is zero, also they are infinately far apart. As you move further to the left you notice the decrease in energy. Once you get to know someone it is easy to be closer to them right? Therefore the energy is reduced. The more you get to know someone the less energy it takes to keep them near you until you get to know them too much. Then the repulsive forces take over and you can't stand them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't that every relationship is doomed once you get to know someone or that the closer you get to someone you'll be repulsed by them. Look at the left side of the graph more carefully, the more energy requred to maintain a relationship the harder it is to keep the two people together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simply states that each person needs their space and by forcing the other one to be "too close" the more energy is required to keep you "that close." I think it is an interesting (and mostly true) relationship between two people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should explain this a little bit more when I'm not so tired and my battery isn't running out of juice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-2169013274694693504?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/2169013274694693504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2169013274694693504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/2169013274694693504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-night.html' title='Last night'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_52FIGZj2rlU/SWGannlxwEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/-4ygZV0TGfM/s72-c/people.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-231426045619161063</id><published>2008-12-31T00:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:57:38.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conferences'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuff'/><title type='text'>Conferences?</title><content type='html'>Barry always comes back from his cross-country chemistry conventions with some great life-altering story.  Chemistry has allowed him to experience so many different parts of the country and make great connections with great people, and I think I'm a little bit jealous about that.  It's almost as if one can piece together the story of Barry's self-actualization through his journeys to various chemistry conventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way back in the wee months of our relationship, on the night I met Barry's dear friend (and soon to be one of my dear friends) Neil, I first heard a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;snipet&lt;/span&gt; of what had become the infamous Anaheim trip.  Neil spoke of it as a life-defining moment: "Have you told her yet? Does she know about Anaheim?"  I had not yet heard about 'The Anaheim' and was extremely curious.  "What?  What happened?"  I HAD to know.  But Barry's only response was to Neil; "I'll tell her later."  And 'later' turned out to be much later.  At about 6 months, he felt it was time to tell me about the horrors of Anaheim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego.  Oh how I hated when Barry mentioned San Diego.  The best time of his life, he said.  The best night, the best girl.  For a while, a knot in my stomach used to tighten when he would talk about the San Diego trip.  I think the knot was mostly comprised of heartbreak, or jealousy; anger of the fact that I could never be that windswept girl on the beach at just the right time and just the right place who gave the invaluable promise of hope.  The words 'San Diego' used to make me cringe.  Now, when he tells me I would like San Diego, I think he's probably right.  Barry was happy here, and maybe San Diego was a turning point.  Maybe not; what do I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Atlanta... this was the first period of time we really spent away from each other since we had started seeing each other.  I really truly missed him, and I think he missed me.  While he was making drunk dials while being oblivious to crime scenes, I was experimenting with strip-beer pong and illegal substances.  I lost my favorite belt that night.  The night he returned to Fargo, he picked me up at my freshman dorm, tired as he was, and it was then that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the most enthusiastic and passionate kiss I think I will ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;receive&lt;/span&gt;.  We took an 18 hour nap together and he told me very little about his Atlanta experience (as usual) but the information was enough to gather that he had not found the experience to be a favorable one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what St. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Petersburg&lt;/span&gt; will hold?  Our 'relationship' is now at the point in which we will no longer feel we "need" to be together at all times, so we will probably get along just fine without each other.  I wish I could go with, for the sun, for the experience, and maybe an explanation of just what actually does go on at these mysterious "conventions" that have been such an influence on Barry's past few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things are to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-231426045619161063?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/231426045619161063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/conferences_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/231426045619161063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/231426045619161063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/conferences_31.html' title='Conferences?'/><author><name>chelsea</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fxXbApUAYNE/SpvvFGIvGQI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7zWe3269TR8/S220/chelseaprofilefacebook.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8906779142271936761</id><published>2008-12-31T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:17:59.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conferences'/><title type='text'>Conferences</title><content type='html'>I'm getting ready to go the &lt;a href="http://www.i-aps.org/"&gt;IAPS&lt;/a&gt; conference in a couple of days, I've had a notorious time at these things. For those familiar with me and my stories you don't need to review. For those of you who haven't been around to witness me in all of my glory let me recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anaheim: I was still broken up over my first girlfriend breaking up with me and well to put it gently I was escorted from Downtown Disney. I'll never forget that one, well most of the stuff that happened before and after the escort out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Diego: Partied at a condo across the street from my hotel, the people in the condo didn't seem to mind. The next night stayed out until 6:30am with some people we met from Chicago and Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta: While drunk dialing my girlfriend on the balcony of a hotel I missed a murder on the rooftops below. At least when we pieced the time line together it makes sense that how it went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Pete: Who know, well I will and you will in a couple of days, should be interesting even if nothing interesting happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is an ACS spring meeting thing that gets me into some trouble. Lets hope so. I'm 25 now, and I should be all grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8906779142271936761?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8906779142271936761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/conferences.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8906779142271936761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8906779142271936761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/conferences.html' title='Conferences'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-8081689045546690126</id><published>2008-12-29T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:59:24.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='praise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thought experiment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>First real post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;As a chemist (PhD candidate) I get the "Whoa you must be really smart" a lot, and damnit it really bothers me. Not because they think I'm smarter than they are (but to realize this they must be pretty smart, right? after all it takes one to know one) but because I don't take praise very well. The interesting thing about praise, is that the more subtle you can give it to me the better I take it. After all to me it is just like cough syrup and last time I checked I wasn't coughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why people don't think more, most people in this world just go through following the path of least resistance and being ignorant to their surroundings and it really frustrates me. They don't think about complicated things and that really separates me from them. Anyone could be a sample monkey and mix chemicals together all day. That is not hard, coming up with those experiments, that is the difficult thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could I would do thought experiments all day. When I'm running reactions or working something up and not really thinking about it, I am doing that anyway. My thought experiments usually consist of some physical phenomenon that occurs, or philosophical discussion I have with myself or with others. Here are some things I've thought about:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quantum Philosophy- The relation of quantum mechanics to the seemingly randomness of everyday happenings. (more on this topic at a later date)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mathematical modelings and statistical comparisons. An example would be how many people would I have to beg everyday to make 10k/year begging on the side and would it interfere with my goals.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Economical function and how do they relate to topic 1 or 2.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Are there other things I would be good at that I don't know, perhap some other talent that is totally unknown to me. (Could I make crosswords?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why don't people use logical choices anymore? Where was the logic in coming to that conclusion on your organic lab report you moron! Is there a way to teach someone logic?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is happening on the molecular level to form crystals, why to they form the way they do. What solvent conditions are needed to form them in that fashion?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is my sleep schedule so messed up?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Those are just some of the things think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-8081689045546690126?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/8081689045546690126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-real-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8081689045546690126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/8081689045546690126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-real-post.html' title='First real post'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2534528652953089061.post-5863539837005349510</id><published>2008-12-29T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:40:04.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>Writing and getting a good start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I guess this is probably my fifth or sixth blog. The first blog I had lasted about a year and then I moved to another website for another year. At which point I stopped writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;The reasons why I'm starting one again and for good reason is to improve my writing abilities, vent my frustrations with things that bother me, and document the process that is obtaining a PhD in Chemistry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Things that this blog will cover are; discussions of chemistry and it's ideas, philosophy (typically science-ethics, epistemology, utilitarianism) and some of the observations of daily-life as a chemist. Occasionally I will have my girlfriend chime in (she doesn't know it yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2534528652953089061-5863539837005349510?l=angryphotochemist.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/feeds/5863539837005349510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/writing-and-getting-good-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5863539837005349510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2534528652953089061/posts/default/5863539837005349510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angryphotochemist.blogspot.com/2008/12/writing-and-getting-good-start.html' title='Writing and getting a good start'/><author><name>Barry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05009356535932138350</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
