<?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-6642532</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:00:21.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crestwalker</title><subtitle type='html'>Random ramblings and ruminations, revised really rarely.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348798078395965274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.lovejoyart.com/images/headshot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642532.post-112015725986690303</id><published>2005-06-30T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T15:40:01.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ORCA (or Calgon?)</title><summary type='text'>I just realized another thing I like about Oregon, so I've decided to post a list - what blog is complete without a list?Top 10 things I like about living in Oregon1) Me in California, wife in Oregon = bad. Together in Oregon = good.2) Greenery. Yes, it rains as much as they tell you it will, but plants like water.3) Dairy products. Milk for $2.00 a gallon, eggs for 60 cents a dozen - both from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112015725986690303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642532&amp;postID=112015725986690303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/112015725986690303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/112015725986690303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/2005/06/orca-or-calgon.html' title='ORCA (or Calgon?)'/><author><name>Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348798078395965274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.lovejoyart.com/images/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642532.post-112011468426031977</id><published>2005-06-29T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T00:09:43.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Profanity</title><summary type='text'>I think that I shall never seemy old friend Manny Manatee.       It used to be, when I went to the sea,I’d look out on the water and there he’d be.         He’d say, "Long time no sea, my friend,"and laugh, and wiggle his back end(manatees are quite fond of jokes,a fact not known by many folks)            I’d tell him that he looked quite well,(although with manatees, it’s hard to tell)I’d kneel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/112011468426031977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642532&amp;postID=112011468426031977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/112011468426031977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/112011468426031977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-profanity.html' title='No Profanity'/><author><name>Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348798078395965274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.lovejoyart.com/images/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642532.post-111992354170448980</id><published>2005-06-27T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T20:22:31.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singing Drum</title><summary type='text'>Being new to Salem, I had to visit the World Beat Festival - the first real 'event' since we got here. It's held every summer at Riverfront Park, right on the Willamette. The park’s divided up into different villages – Asia, Europe, Africa, Native America – and it seems food is of equal focus to the ‘beats’, making it a feast of sights, sounds &amp; smells.Each village is a huge circle of pop-up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111992354170448980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642532&amp;postID=111992354170448980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/111992354170448980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/111992354170448980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/2005/06/singing-drum.html' title='The Singing Drum'/><author><name>Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348798078395965274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.lovejoyart.com/images/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642532.post-111990690925743409</id><published>2005-06-18T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:37:54.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Embarrassment of Boxes</title><summary type='text'>                             I       recently moved from California         to       Oregon         and       after several trips to the thrift shop         and       three trips to the dump         I       found myself with over 300 boxesof stuff.           Not furniture, not clothing, Just stuff.                                    An       embarrassment of boxes.                       I       </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/feeds/111990690925743409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6642532&amp;postID=111990690925743409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/111990690925743409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/111990690925743409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/2005/06/embarrassment-of-boxes.html' title='An Embarrassment of Boxes'/><author><name>Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348798078395965274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.lovejoyart.com/images/headshot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6642532.post-107967904895782893</id><published>2004-03-18T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T19:39:19.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I walked over to the local high school...</title><summary type='text'>So,I just walked over to the local high school to watch softball. Being a bit of a baseball fan, and catching occasional snippets of spring ball on the radio, I walk over from time to time whenever the field lights are on.Tonight was the worst mismatch I've ever seen, and the winning team wasn't any powerhouse. A couple of company teams, just 18 working guys. Top of the inning it's three up, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/107967904895782893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6642532/posts/default/107967904895782893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crestwalker.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-walked-over-to-local-high-school.html' title='I walked over to the local high school...'/><author><name>Lovejoy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12348798078395965274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://www.lovejoyart.com/images/headshot.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
