<?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-8027635916770547049</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:01:36.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostly Weird</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mostlyweird.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027635916770547049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlyweird.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027635916770547049.post-2567890088116500785</id><published>2009-07-27T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:29:03.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation to Los Osos, CA</title><summary type='text'>I'm in Los Osos, CA, my finally resting spot on this trip. For those who don't know where that is, it's just south of nowhere and a little to the right of "where the?" on the map. The population of Los Osos is 14,000 people, or, with me, 14,001. It's located in a small bay and lacks a sewer system. The citizens are liberal ex-hippies and surfer types who are earth-conscious. Also noteworthy is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027635916770547049/posts/default/2567890088116500785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027635916770547049/posts/default/2567890088116500785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlyweird.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation-to-los-osos-ca.html' title='Vacation to Los Osos, CA'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027635916770547049.post-7892120624629827143</id><published>2008-05-20T17:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:52:42.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romanticism</title><summary type='text'>Romanticism was an artistic and intellectual movement that originated in the late 18th century and stressed strong emotion, imagination, freedom from classical correctness in art forms, and rebellion against social conventions.Romanticism was an attitude or intellectual orientation that characterized many works of literature, painting, music, architecture, criticism, and historiography in Western</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027635916770547049/posts/default/7892120624629827143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027635916770547049/posts/default/7892120624629827143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlyweird.blogspot.com/2008/05/romanticism.html' title='Romanticism'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8027635916770547049.post-3183654293735859831</id><published>2003-11-17T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:19:37.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelie Movie</title><summary type='text'>Last night we went to see Amelie. Sarah told me that it was her favorite movie of the year, and after watching it, she left the movie theater feeling all happy and in a good mood.I liked the movie, but I found it a bit depressing. I have trouble expressing why though. I even found myself crying, and then being freaked out by the fact that I was so bummed.Maybe I'm just jaded, but I just kept </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027635916770547049/posts/default/3183654293735859831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8027635916770547049/posts/default/3183654293735859831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mostlyweird.blogspot.com/2003/11/amelie-movie.html' title='Amelie Movie'/><author><name>SEO Dave</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
