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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" href="http://bob13.com/utility/FeedStylesheets/rss.xsl" media="screen"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>the blog</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/default.aspx</link><description /><dc:language>en</dc:language><generator>CommunityServer 2007 SP2 (Build: 20611.960)</generator><item><title>i love this story</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/17/i-love-this-story.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 22:13:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:818</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=818</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/17/i-love-this-story.aspx#comments</comments><description>FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO&amp;#39;VE EVER SHARED A PASSION OR A CONNECTION with a grandparent, you gotta read this story my friend Eddie Elliott sent out to me and a bunch of other people in his address book last week: When I was around 10 years old, my grandfather...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/17/i-love-this-story.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=818" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>my nephew the poet</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/16/the-cool-kids.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 06:03:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:814</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=814</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/16/the-cool-kids.aspx#comments</comments><description>MY 11-YEAR-OLD NEPHEW IS A POET. That&amp;#39;s Noah lunging after Jack-o, the 6-year-old family comedian. A month or two ago we got to see Noah recite one of his poems at the local Barnes and Noble. The fact that all the other kids in his class recited one...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/16/the-cool-kids.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=814" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>creatively taxing</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/16/tax-day.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 16 Apr 2008 07:51:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:810</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=810</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/16/tax-day.aspx#comments</comments><description>DO YOU LIKE MY PAINTING? About a month ago Tamale and I finally busted out my box of acrylic paints and brushes and spent a Saturday evening painting a trio of canvases. My other creation from that night was &amp;quot;messy love,&amp;quot; the painting featured...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/16/tax-day.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=810" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>barstool poetry</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/15/barstool-poetry.aspx</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Apr 2008 08:13:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:806</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>7</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=806</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/15/barstool-poetry.aspx#comments</comments><description>IT&amp;#39;S BEEN OVER 15 YEARS SINCE I TOOK OUT MY PEN, CAME UP WITH SOME INANE, nonsensical title for a poem that I wrote on a cocktail napkin at the S.F. Saloon in West LA before sliding said napkin and pen over to my friend Jon, with the admonition to...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/15/barstool-poetry.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=806" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>back in blogville</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/14/back-in-the-blogville.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 07:45:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:805</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=805</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/14/back-in-the-blogville.aspx#comments</comments><description>I&amp;#39;VE BEEN ON A BIG KITE FLYING KICK IN THE LAST FEW DAYS. I used to love to fly kites when I was a kid. But for some reason I hadn&amp;#39;t flown one in many, many years. Not sure why. Then a few weeks ago I won a raffle at my nephew Jack-o&amp;#39;s Little...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/04/14/back-in-the-blogville.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=805" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>goin' with the flow</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/03/03/the-flow.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 03 Mar 2008 10:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:799</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=799</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/03/03/the-flow.aspx#comments</comments><description>IT&amp;#39;S 2:25 IN THE MORNING AND IT MIGHT BE ONE OF THOSE ALL-NIGHTER NIGHTS. An hour or 2 ago I was all gung ho on the idea. But now my eyelids are heavy and I&amp;#39;m feeling slightly groggy. So if there are any erroneous misspellings, antonymnal mistakes...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/03/03/the-flow.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=799" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>spreading the love</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/02/13/spreading-the-love.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 14 Feb 2008 04:58:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:790</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>5</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=790</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/02/13/spreading-the-love.aspx#comments</comments><description>A WEEK AGO I GOT AN EMAIL FROM MY CANADIAN FRIEND, DR. RODGER, INVITING me to something called &amp;quot;Love is the Movement&amp;quot; on Facebook . What the hell is &amp;quot;Love is the Movement&amp;quot; you ask? And more specifically, why did I have LOVE written...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/02/13/spreading-the-love.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=790" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>media manipulation</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/25/media-manipulation.aspx</link><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jan 2008 21:38:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:786</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>3</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=786</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/25/media-manipulation.aspx#comments</comments><description>“Any society that would give up a little liberty to gain a little security will deserve neither and lose both.” ~Benjamin Franklin LAST NIGHT I BECAME LIVID WATCHING THE REPUBLICAN DEBATE ON MSNBC. As anyone who knows me will attest, I’m not one to get...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/25/media-manipulation.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=786" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>1964</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/15/670.aspx</link><pubDate>Tue, 15 Jan 2008 08:00:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:670</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=670</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/15/670.aspx#comments</comments><description>I LOVE THIS OLD PHOTO. Until recently I&amp;#39;d never seen this shot of me and Brother Deke standing with Aunt Sheri , my Dad&amp;#39;s youngest sister, in my grandparents&amp;#39; backyard. Then about a month ago it arrived in an email from Aunt Sheri&amp;#39;s husband...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/15/670.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=670" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>another possible career option?</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/13/yet-another-new-career-path.aspx</link><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 07:13:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:664</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>7</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=664</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/13/yet-another-new-career-path.aspx#comments</comments><description>BACK WHEN I WAS AN UP-AND-COMING WRITER IN HOLLYWOOD I HAD A BIGSHOT literary agent lay into me for wanting to pursue a career in screenwriting and sitcoms. &amp;quot;Pick one and focus,&amp;quot; Elliott advised me. &amp;quot;You don&amp;#39;t wanna spread yourself...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/13/yet-another-new-career-path.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=664" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>new reality</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/09/new-reality.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 02:35:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:642</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>4</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=642</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/09/new-reality.aspx#comments</comments><description>TODAY&amp;#39;S PIC IS FROM THE LIVING ROOM IN TAMALE&amp;#39;S NEW APARTMENT. Yesterday was her/our first night in the place. Verrrry exciting. Last night and this morning we walked around Glendale, excited to discover a multitude of excellent neighborhood nuggets...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/09/new-reality.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=642" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>a year later</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/02/a-year-later.aspx</link><pubDate>Thu, 03 Jan 2008 06:32:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:598</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>2</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=598</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/02/a-year-later.aspx#comments</comments><description>YESTERDAY WE CELEBRATED OUR 1-YEAR ANNIVERSARY. And today Tamale, with the help of her boyfriend, The Human Good Luck Charm, found a new a place to live—a cool 1-bedroom apartment in Glendale...2 blocks from Ernie ! It&amp;#39;s gonna be a very good year...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/02/a-year-later.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=598" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>fresh start</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/01/fresh-start.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 02 Jan 2008 05:44:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:585</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=585</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/01/fresh-start.aspx#comments</comments><description>HAPPY NEW YEAR! I&amp;#39;m feeling some self-imposed pressure to write something profound, something important, something memorable on this, the 1st day of 2008. And I know I have it in me. Somewhere. However, I&amp;#39;ve been fighting off a slow-building cold...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2008/01/01/fresh-start.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=585" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>knowing</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2007/12/18/knowing.aspx</link><pubDate>Wed, 19 Dec 2007 07:58:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:493</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=493</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2007/12/18/knowing.aspx#comments</comments><description>Do not believe what you have heard. Do not believe in tradition because it is handed down many generations. Do not believe in anything that has been spoken of many times. Do not believe because the written statements come from some old sage. Do not believe...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2007/12/18/knowing.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=493" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item><item><title>i wrote a new song</title><link>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2007/12/14/i-wrote-a-song.aspx</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Dec 2007 07:13:00 GMT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">32b54dee-3cd3-410d-8d0f-784aa42ff48a:492</guid><dc:creator>BOB13</dc:creator><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><wfw:commentRss xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/">http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/rsscomments.aspx?PostID=492</wfw:commentRss><comments>http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2007/12/14/i-wrote-a-song.aspx#comments</comments><description>SO I&amp;#39;VE BEEN WORKING ON THIS TUNE... It&amp;#39;s called &amp;quot;2growLOVE.&amp;quot; What do you think? It&amp;#39;s a simple little song with big ideas. Only 3 chords. But so were most of the Ramones best songs. Many a reputable folk and rock tune have utilized...(&lt;a href="http://bob13.com/blogs/bob13/archive/2007/12/14/i-wrote-a-song.aspx"&gt;read more&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;img src="http://bob13.com/aggbug.aspx?PostID=492" width="1" height="1"&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>