<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815</id><updated>2010-01-11T19:18:37.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>procrastablanca</title><subtitle type='html'>I meant to go see that movie...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-115924075649151730</id><published>2006-09-25T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T20:19:16.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why move to Austin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.theonion.com/content/files/images/onion_imagearticle818.jpg"&gt;Onion infographic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-115924075649151730?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/115924075649151730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=115924075649151730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115924075649151730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115924075649151730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-move-to-austin.html' title='Why move to Austin?'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-115836941848394258</id><published>2006-09-15T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T18:16:58.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even McConnaughey has a beard</title><content type='html'>You are not cool. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misprintmagazine.com/"&gt;http://www.misprintmagazine.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-115836941848394258?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/115836941848394258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=115836941848394258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115836941848394258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115836941848394258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/09/even-mcconnaughey-has-beard.html' title='Even McConnaughey has a beard'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-115540210418714554</id><published>2006-08-12T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T10:01:44.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arandinas</title><content type='html'>I live in an interesting part of town, I'm about 2 miles from Austin's froo-froo shopping center and new Neiman Marcus and Saks, and about 2 miles from one of the most gut-bucket poor part of town. Guess where I go for a $3 burrito? Usually not a big deal, but 9pm last friday I go to arandinas number whatever over by the HEB . Tonight they have a band - accordian, bass, guitar.  I listened while I waited for my burrito al pastor. The bass player sang and played the lead line. He had a beat-up white p-bass with a huge green pot-leaf sticker on it.  He wore a stetson, white shirt, sky-blue sans-a-belts, and sky-blue custom ostrich boots - with the pointy toe so you kill the roaches in the corners.  He was about a 1/4 step flat compared to the accordian, but nobody seemed to notice. It was fun. I was the only anglo in the place, which is actually kind of unusual in austin these days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-115540210418714554?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/115540210418714554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=115540210418714554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115540210418714554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115540210418714554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/08/arandinas.html' title='Arandinas'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-115540130523889837</id><published>2006-08-12T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T09:48:25.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday morning-</title><content type='html'>Roll down to Cameron looking for the Tandy store to get stuff for a new mandolin strap. It's a hard place to find - tucked in one of those low-rent garage/body shop strips in a place with bad traffic access like underneath a tangle of texas flyover interchanges - you know the usual Austin kind fo place. There's the leather store (with harleys out front), a thrift store, the amature radio supply shop, and a goodwill. They were teaching a class in back of Tandy and there was a special on full cowskin rugs - pretty cool if the dog wouldn't eat it. Got my 'superior grade' latigo lace and briefly considered the fringed moccasin kit for $27. I tried to figure out where I'd wear fringed buckskin moccasins, cause the kit looked like fun and a pretty good deal for buckskin, but I decided I wasn't sure enough of what size I'd be to buy it right there. I stopped in the thrift store which had a real old VCR - the kind with tape-deck mechanical switches for play/stop/etc. Cool.  Anyway, continued my drive over to the east side to check out the lofts where Tamara's 'naked as you want to be' art show was the night before.  I didn't go, but I'd never been in that neighborhood and wanted to check it out. It is pretty neat, and you could imagine being in mexico with the way the houses are painted, the restaurants, and the cool-ass spanish colonial style churches, if it were for the ass new 'apartment homes' being built all over. Next stop - South Austin farmers market - I've never been to this one, and figured I'd check it out. There was one stand selling some crappy yellow organic tomatoes. Baah. So back up to the downtown farmers market, which is always bumpin. I didn't have a cooler, so I passed on the buffalo steaks, but it was already getting hot so I got an iced black coffee.  I'm always eyeballing the plant guy who has the exotic plumerias, but he's always asking ~$50 for the cool ones, and I haven't been real lucky with gardening in texas. Over to Lamar, stopped in Whole Earth provisions to look at yuppies buying hemp shoes and rock climbing harnesses.  'The Tavern' is up the street from there, around 11th and Lamar. It's a cool old german bar with a deck on top - it looks like a cuckoo clock - I need to check that place out later. It's 11:30am and already 90 degrees, but the iced coffee helps (and the truck's AC).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-115540130523889837?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/115540130523889837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=115540130523889837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115540130523889837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115540130523889837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/08/saturday-morning.html' title='saturday morning-'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-115357406299283138</id><published>2006-07-22T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T06:14:24.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheeseman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="yqlink"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an AP story -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food and Drug Administration officials have told companies to look for a manufacturing technique that does not use lead, which can cause learning disabilities and behavioral problems.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is not clear whether this lead can contaminate food stored in the lunch boxes. Mitchell Cheeseman, associate director of the FDA's Office of Food Additive Safety, noted that since food in lunch boxes is generally stored inside bags, the potential for contamination is minimized.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If the agency were able to prove that lead is migrating from the lunch box lining into food, it would step in, Cheeseman said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The associate director of Food Additive Safety is named "Cheeseman"? Could this mean something sinister about cheese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-115357406299283138?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/115357406299283138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=115357406299283138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115357406299283138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115357406299283138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/07/cheeseman.html' title='Cheeseman'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-115207261772086627</id><published>2006-07-04T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:10:19.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>e46 alternator</title><content type='html'>Maybe someone will find this useful. I was stumped for a while figuring out the best way to remove tension on the belts without breaking something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removal of bmw e46 alternator (mine was a 2002 325i 2.5L)-&lt;br /&gt;First disconnect the battery in the trunk. Remove the ram-air duct held by 3 expanding rivets at the top of the radiator - don't lose them. Remove the intake/air filter housing - two clips hold it to the MAF sensor, 2 screws hold it to the driver's inner wheel well. Remove the two screws that hold the power steering reservoir in place - it can be moved aside without disconnecting the fluid lines. Disconnect the alternator positive cable and regulator sensor connector which are both on the back of the alternator. Disconnect the two sensors from the electric fan assembly so the fan can be removed. The fan assembly is held with a torx on one side and a plastic expanding rivet on the other - remove those and it slides up and out. You now have a space to get to the accessories at the front of the engine.  Examine the sepentine belt route - there is an idler attached to the side of the  alternator and a belt tensioner below the alternator. The belt tension must be relieved to remove the alternator. Removing the hub cover from the tensioner pulley exposes an 8mm hex recess.  This must be torqued clockwise (facing the engine) to compress the tensioner spring and slack the belt. You wont be able to do this with a regular Allen wrench without it sliding off and breaking something. You'll need a 8mm hex on a socket and 2' breaker to apply enough torque.  It will rotate about 60 degrees from its rest position and you should then be able to slip the belt off the alternator's drive and idler pulley.  Remove the cover from the alternator idler pulley hub  to expose the top alternator mount bolt which is 16mm - not that common. The idler will come off the alternator.  Remove the second (bottom) alternator mount bolt - again 16mm.  Slip off the air duct going to the bottom of the alternator fan shrould, and the alternator should lift out - if it binds, wiggle it until it comes out. Goes back together the same in reverse - take time to consider that everything is replaced properly.&lt;br /&gt;If you're doing this, it's also a good idea to replace the accessory drive belt - having it break can be bad news. The accessory belt mounts the crank pulley behind the AC drive belt so the AC belt must be removed first. It's pretty easy and has much less tension than the accessory drive belt. I just pushed it's tensioner down with my hand, and jammed an Allen wrench into a little slot that opens up in the tensioner's base.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-115207261772086627?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/115207261772086627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=115207261772086627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115207261772086627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/115207261772086627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/07/e46-alternator.html' title='e46 alternator'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-114938884142835012</id><published>2006-06-03T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T19:40:41.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lake</title><content type='html'>I laid beside her, drew my breath slowly to take it in - the soft smell of her fine skin, her dark long hair. She turned to kiss me and I met her tender lips. I put my arm around her and pulled her close, burying my face in her hair drawing her closer. Rubbing my leg against hers, I remember how smooth they were, and how soft the bottoms of her feet were against the tops of mine. Nothing spoken. The sun filtered in through the window, from across the lake, languid late afternoon sunshine. Time stopped, two people shared a moment, both tired but aware, excited but relaxed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-114938884142835012?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/114938884142835012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=114938884142835012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/114938884142835012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/114938884142835012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/06/lake.html' title='The Lake'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-114783416066045927</id><published>2006-05-16T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:49:20.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored?</title><content type='html'>Time to kill? My new thing: having a few beers and watching &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videosearch?q=numa"&gt;random Numa Numa videos .&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-114783416066045927?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/114783416066045927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=114783416066045927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/114783416066045927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/114783416066045927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/05/bored.html' title='Bored?'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-114575562133716908</id><published>2006-04-22T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T18:27:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aliens</title><content type='html'>I think 'Jogbra' would be a great name for an alien.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-114575562133716908?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/114575562133716908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=114575562133716908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/114575562133716908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/114575562133716908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/04/aliens.html' title='aliens'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113794763466865202</id><published>2006-01-22T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:33:54.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>What's conservative? what's liberal? what's left or right? How does your political stance compare to Thatcher, Ghandi, Hilter? Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.politicalcompass.org/"&gt;political compass quiz&lt;/a&gt; and find out. (I'm economic left/right -0.13, social libertarian/authoritarian -1.28 . About as close to middle as it gets.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-113794763466865202?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113794763466865202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113794763466865202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113794763466865202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113794763466865202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/01/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113712415404119748</id><published>2006-01-12T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T19:57:55.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;monster&gt; (SUNDAY SUNDAY SUNDAY) &lt;/monster&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.txrd.com/index.htm"&gt;TXRD &lt;/a&gt;roller derby has moved to the Crockett center, over by Chuy's and the new Chinatown complex. I hope they don't double-book with the gun show that's there the third weekend each month - GO CHOLA! Saturday, Drop Trio from Houston are playing in town. I haven't heard them, but they're described as 'space jazz' - I'm hoping along the lines of Emperor Penguin, Stereolab, or Tipsy. Oh, yeah - Horns Win, Horns Win! I'm I the only one who thinks 'the eyes of texas are upon you' is a little creepy? I'm trying to decide between 2-step, yoga, fencing, or the UT Odyssey course on &lt;a href="http://www.utexas.edu/cee/odyssey/course4.shtml"&gt;human infectious diseases&lt;/a&gt; for a spring class. I also just saw the the &lt;a href="http://www.austinbagpipes.com/index.shtml"&gt;Capitol City Highlanders Pipe Band&lt;/a&gt; are giving free lessons, and there is a Monday drumming group at &lt;a href="http://www.drumzaustin.com/"&gt;Drumz&lt;/a&gt;. Still trying to make it to Wednesday night &lt;a href="http://www.austincontradance.org/"&gt;contra dance&lt;/a&gt;, or over to &lt;a href="http://www.holeinthewallaustin.com/"&gt;hole-in-the-wall&lt;/a&gt; for Monkey Butlers and the Ridgetop Syncopators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's dry here. It hasn't rained in a long time. Last year, it rained every weekend for about 8 weeks straight. It was cloudy today, and I was almost giddy. It's weird getting excited about an overcast, cloudy day. It's been so warm here over winter that the plants are all goofed up. My banana plant by the pool is sending up shoots, and I got a feeling we're not out of it yet. But the next time it rains, I'm going to go running around outside in the puddles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-113712415404119748?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113712415404119748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113712415404119748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113712415404119748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113712415404119748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113375275995612042</id><published>2005-12-04T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:19:20.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaissance weasel</title><content type='html'>What's up with Da Vinci's "&lt;a href="http://www.krakow-info.com/dama_L.htm"&gt;Lady with an Ermine&lt;/a&gt;" ? She's got a 'lord of the dance' headband, flight certified hair-helmet, AND a gold unibrow enhancer. And how did Leonardo get that weasel to stay still for a portrait? It looks really pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-113375275995612042?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113375275995612042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113375275995612042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113375275995612042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113375275995612042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/12/renaissance-weasel.html' title='Renaissance weasel'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113364700266048943</id><published>2005-12-03T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T13:56:42.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Llama supplements</title><content type='html'>I went down to Callahan's general store today, to gather Tex-arcana and various other booty for Christmas gifts. That place is a trip. At first it seemed kind of small, compared to a Farm -n- Fleet I used to frequent in Central Illinois, but they have a good selection of weird stuff. All the Lodge cast iron cookware, Japanese spiral cutters for vegetables, welding equipment, ah - and the familiar row of small fasteners, just like my favorite old hardware place, Nena's. Places like Lowes and Home Depot have mostly run these small places out of business, and although you can buy 2x4's and microwaves, they universally have a paultry selection of hardware odds and ends. I always check to see if they have Woodruff keys, and sure enough, Callahan's had sizes 1-13 and A-E, which is pretty good. Anything bigger than E you'd make yourself from barstock anyway. A bell went off as another box filled in my mental checklist. I'm uneasy unless I know a local place to get good hardware, and this place fits the bill for me.&lt;br /&gt;The other interesting thing to me was how different this place was to an Illinois feed store. I overhead part of a conversation "... it's 4ppm of copper. If it don't hurt goats, it won't hurt a llama." At the other end of the store, there was a black guy in a cowboy hat ordering some complicated-sounding feed cropI didn't recongnize. A mexican family looked at birdhouses. There was a incubating room where they had baby chicks for sale. They had 8 kinds of leather horse saddles. It seemed like a lot of the customers were here buying feed for livestock, which seemed odd to me.  In Illinois, if you have livestock, you pretty much grow your own feed - but I guess that's tough here on a ranch with poor caliche soil and low rain levels.  The chicks reminded me of feeder goldfish at a pet store. I immediately thought -"what the hell is on a farm that needs to eat that many chicks?" - before making the leap that they were for people to eat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-113364700266048943?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113364700266048943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113364700266048943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113364700266048943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113364700266048943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/12/llama-supplements.html' title='Llama supplements'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113296575960899364</id><published>2005-11-25T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T16:42:39.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ralph Waldo Emerson</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="huge"&gt;Life consists in what a man is thinking of all day.&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/17901815-113296575960899364?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113296575960899364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113296575960899364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113296575960899364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113296575960899364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/11/ralph-waldo-emerson.html' title='Ralph Waldo Emerson'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113193508106733545</id><published>2005-11-13T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T18:24:41.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to do</title><content type='html'>Build a &lt;a href="http://www.grizzly.com/products/item.cfm?itemnumber=H3125"&gt;ukulele&lt;/a&gt; from Grizzly Industrial .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-113193508106733545?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113193508106733545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113193508106733545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113193508106733545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113193508106733545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-do.html' title='to do'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113375341927104081</id><published>2005-11-10T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:30:19.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>defenestration</title><content type='html'>I actually heard the word "defenestration" used on TV today - something on A&amp;amp;E. There are a lot of neat words associated with windows- muttons, mullions, muntins...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-113375341927104081?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113375341927104081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113375341927104081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113375341927104081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113375341927104081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/11/defenestration.html' title='defenestration'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113130910807109070</id><published>2005-11-06T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T12:31:49.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bleh</title><content type='html'>The problem with not smoking is the smell.&lt;br /&gt;People say when you stop smoking, you regain your sense of smell. That's technically true, but I find you pretty much regain the ability to smell bad things the most. When I smoked, I could smell everything I wanted - the jasmine vines blooming in my yard, the hop aroma on a fresh sierra nevada, that sweet grassy tarragon-like smell of the weeds on highways on hot dry days, the little bit of cumin and cilantro in my favorite salsa, the special floral notes that distinguish key limes from those big honking persian ones. Not smoking allows you to also pick up the other end of the spectrum - a cheesey sweaty fat guy at a concert, the patchouli-ass-and-onion-ring smell on some hippies, dishes left in the sink too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-113130910807109070?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113130910807109070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113130910807109070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113130910807109070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113130910807109070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/11/bleh.html' title='bleh'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113011456485488749</id><published>2005-10-23T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T17:42:44.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the great escape</title><content type='html'>I just saw some thing on TV about that son of an appalacian turd farmer who defected to north korea 40 years ago. Anywho, he got out and went to japan and the army let him off easy. They asked him what he was most surprised to see after 40 years in relative isolation from the west - computers, cars, new technologies? He said he was surprised there were women in the army, black police officers, and that you couldn't smoke anywhere any more.  That kind of surprised me, being used to the 3-5 year rush of technology of nerdliness, 18 month transistor doubling, etc. The things that are hardest to change, and most surprising when they do, are these cultural things. Ok, its obvious, but maybe something that's easy to lose sight of in day-to-day life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-113011456485488749?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113011456485488749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113011456485488749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113011456485488749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113011456485488749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/10/great-escape.html' title='the great escape'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-113008215065005867</id><published>2005-10-23T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T08:42:30.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To do</title><content type='html'>Nickel Creek - Stubb's&lt;br /&gt;Hedda Layne - Rain&lt;br /&gt;Ridgetop Syncopators - Hole in the Wall&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Li'l Alice and the Monkey Butlers - Hole in the Wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-113008215065005867?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/113008215065005867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=113008215065005867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113008215065005867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/113008215065005867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-do.html' title='To do'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-112960733724094379</id><published>2005-10-17T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T20:48:57.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maps</title><content type='html'>I just looked at a google map of my hometown, and I never had a clue of it's shape. I mean, I knew how to get places, I drove all over the place. I knew which roads were the boundaries, what went where. It's odd. Every other place I'll lived, I figured out what's what with a map, so I've had an inherent sense of geography. Odd. How important is global position understanding vs. context based location really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-112960733724094379?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/112960733724094379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=112960733724094379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112960733724094379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112960733724094379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/10/maps.html' title='maps'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-112941639866866737</id><published>2005-10-15T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T15:49:06.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waffles</title><content type='html'>I've recently become obsessed with waffles. During the week, I often run out of either cereal or milk, so I'll pick up a donut at the gas station on the way to work. Mmmmm. dougnuts. Then after watching Alton Brown's show - waffles! wait, follow me here. I can make french toast - but its too much for an everyday breakfast and the bread always goes bad. Pancakes are good, but they're pretty labor intensive with all the watching and turning. Cereal is still the bomb, probably the invention with the greatest impact on productivity until the personal computer, but eh, the milk. Waffles - I know, I still need milk and eggs, but once made they're freezable - so I can always have a few on hand. Bam, jimmy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ww1.williams-sonoma.com/cat/pip.cfm?src=pipceltwigi%7Cgsku3470747%7Ck%7Cpxsrd0m1%5Cp15%5Cp0%5Cp%5Cp%5Cp%5Cp%5Cp%5Cpwaffle%7Cs3470747&amp;skus=3470747&amp;amp;sid=WSW7GT7AN1RJTSAWWJTSBGQEHZFUBUBI200510151524&amp;pkey=xsrd0m1%7C15%7C0%7C%7C%7C%7C%7C%7Cwaffle&amp;amp;gids=sku3470747&amp;ftest=1&amp;amp;cmsrc=sch&amp;cmreferrer=http%253A%252F%252Fww1%252Ewilliams%252Dsonoma%252Ecom%252Fsch%252Fkwd%252Ecfm%253Fwords%253Dwaffle%2526src%253Dhme%2526ftest%253D1%2526fromheader%253D1%2526cmreferrer%253Dhttp%2525253A%2525252F%2525252Fww5%2525252Ewilliams%2525252Dsonoma%2525252Ecom%2525252F%2526action%253DKWD%2526flash%253Don&amp;amp;flash=on"&gt;waffle maker&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-112941639866866737?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/112941639866866737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=112941639866866737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941639866866737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941639866866737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/10/waffles.html' title='Waffles'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-112941750448653740</id><published>2005-10-12T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:05:04.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random idea</title><content type='html'>Why do we date our co-workers? Propinquity is one leg of Sternberg's tripod of love. Is it just being close all the time? How about artificial scarcity? For most of the day, they may be the best thing around. Common interest? working together towards goals? what the fuck ever. All I know is it can be great when it works, and terrible when it doesn't.  But what if there was a loophole.&lt;br /&gt;How about this: a 'date my co-worker' dating website! You link up people with similar jobs, but different companies. Lawyer at firm A gets a setup with lawyer at firm B. Tech nerd level 3 at &lt;random&gt; gets setup with Tech nerd level 3 at &lt;one&gt;.  This cracks another online-dating problem. People are incapable of answering self-surveys properly. A person's self-opinion is seldomly the same of an observer of that persons actions.  Chances are that a person who made a similar career decision as you (actions), may hold very similar values, although their reasons may be quite different. Isn't that one of the 'big five'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-112941750448653740?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/112941750448653740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=112941750448653740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941750448653740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941750448653740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-idea.html' title='Random idea'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-112941765018839580</id><published>2005-10-11T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:07:30.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>science break</title><content type='html'>little johnny was a chemist&lt;br /&gt;little johnny is no more&lt;br /&gt;'cause what he thought was H2O,&lt;br /&gt;was really H2SO4.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-112941765018839580?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/112941765018839580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=112941765018839580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941765018839580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941765018839580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/10/science-break.html' title='science break'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-112941777272985152</id><published>2005-10-08T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:09:32.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to do list</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;feed ducks rolled up pieces of bread&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;throw a jar of superballs off the top floor of the frost bank building&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;catch a bat&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;strap a flashlight on a dog's harness so he can see better at night&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;wonder why homemade pizza crust never turns out the same as take-out&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;try to reverse-engineer the salsa recipe from Labamba&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;try to grow a banana plant&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;turn over a rock, just to see what crawls out&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-112941777272985152?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/112941777272985152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=112941777272985152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941777272985152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941777272985152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-do-list.html' title='to do list'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17901815.post-112941872234322390</id><published>2005-04-15T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:25:22.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 5 S method (lesson from Japan)</title><content type='html'>5S Method&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Seri –&lt;br /&gt;Sort and Discard.&lt;br /&gt;Eliminate All unneeded items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Seiton –&lt;br /&gt;Arrange and Order&lt;br /&gt;Arrange all items that are left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Seiso –&lt;br /&gt;Clean and Inspect&lt;br /&gt;Clean all areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Seiketsu –&lt;br /&gt;Standardize and Improve&lt;br /&gt;Maintain the first 3S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Shitsuke –&lt;br /&gt;Believe and Disclipline&lt;br /&gt;Believe that the 5S are important&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17901815-112941872234322390?l=procrastablanca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/feeds/112941872234322390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17901815&amp;postID=112941872234322390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941872234322390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17901815/posts/default/112941872234322390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procrastablanca.blogspot.com/2005/04/5-s-method-lesson-from-japan.html' title='The 5 S method (lesson from Japan)'/><author><name>bb_mcklarpinhammer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16702540726938647405</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18200885926896207686'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>