<?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-3351904</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:24:21.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STUPOR MUNDI</title><subtitle type='html'>The much-neglected and pretentious journal of a pretentious and much-neglected songwriter</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-112905535000430982</id><published>2005-10-11T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T14:45:19.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>leafloose (mobile)</title><summary type='text'>I'm enjoying doing a new mobile/photo blog by way of my Danger Sidekick.  So, if you've ever kept up with me here, please head on over to Leafloose, 'cause it is definitely where the action is...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/112905535000430982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=112905535000430982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112905535000430982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112905535000430982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/10/leafloose-mobile.html' title='leafloose (mobile)'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-112715023486091611</id><published>2005-09-16T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:51:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>best thing on the web right now...</title><summary type='text'>Drum-off: Animal vs. Buddy Rich.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/112715023486091611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=112715023486091611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112715023486091611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112715023486091611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/09/best-thing-on-web-right-now.html' title='best thing on the web right now...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-112714997497770852</id><published>2005-09-06T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T10:18:53.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oliver</title><summary type='text'>Our baby was born in August.  I now have two beautiful children, and everybody's hanging in there.  Life is good.  Sleep, worth waiting for...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/112714997497770852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=112714997497770852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112714997497770852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112714997497770852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/09/oliver.html' title='oliver'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-112248334223661147</id><published>2005-08-02T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T10:08:13.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear matt</title><summary type='text'>I thought if you upped your tempo (maybe that isn't your style), then you would get greater publicity. I would like to see you succeed more in this area. I think you're one of the best singers.Believe it or not, I've just announced a double album of extremely high tempo (200+ BPM) songs and, as expected, the pre-release buzz is TOTALLY KILLING me.  It's been like drinking from a fire hose I tell </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/112248334223661147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=112248334223661147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112248334223661147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112248334223661147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/08/dear-matt.html' title='dear matt'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-112248347441197346</id><published>2005-07-27T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T10:00:44.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>morning train eavesdropping</title><summary type='text'>"Why?  Because my nutritional psychic told me to.  She said to do it ten times a day, and she's been right about everything.  Yes.  She's been right about everything so I'm hesitant to go against her advice on this one."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/112248347441197346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=112248347441197346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112248347441197346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112248347441197346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/07/morning-train-eavesdropping.html' title='morning train eavesdropping'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-112086255266636071</id><published>2005-07-08T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T10:27:19.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"In the days that follow look at our airports, look at our sea ports and look at our railway stations and, even after your cowardly attack, you will see that people from the rest of Britain, people from around the world will arrive in London to become Londoners and to fulfil their dreams and achieve their potential.  They choose to come to London, as so many have come before because they come to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/112086255266636071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=112086255266636071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112086255266636071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112086255266636071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-days-that-follow-look-at-our.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-112069119742500901</id><published>2005-07-06T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T10:40:39.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>precious, yet scatological</title><summary type='text'>"Wanna play unicorns?""Let's play poo-poo heads!""Um, how about princesses?""No... diarrhea unicorns!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/112069119742500901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=112069119742500901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112069119742500901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/112069119742500901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/07/precious-yet-scatological.html' title='precious, yet scatological'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-111903975830022542</id><published>2005-06-17T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:22:38.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Turn up the music, Mommy!""You have to ask nicely.  What's the magic word?""Turn up the music... Daddy?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/111903975830022542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=111903975830022542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111903975830022542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111903975830022542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/06/turn-up-music-mommy-you-have-to-ask.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-111644096521716291</id><published>2005-05-18T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:35:57.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shovelglove</title><summary type='text'>This is the coolest thing I've seen in a while.  I've actually tried it twice.  I did it with what was available, in my case a toilet plunger.  Definitely underweighted... but I'm still sore in new places!  Cool.  I may just spring for a 12 lb. sledge.  While I can't imagine doing this as my sole exercise, alternating days shovelgloving/running for a few weeks or even months would be a nice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/111644096521716291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=111644096521716291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111644096521716291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111644096521716291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/05/shovelglove.html' title='shovelglove'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-111272508522403448</id><published>2005-04-03T18:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T11:34:12.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ticket to see U2 at the Anaheim Pond last night, $100.Roundtrip ticket to Long Beach on Jetblue, $200.11-hour jaunt to hang with my close friends Shyam, Saji, Nina, Bono, Larry, Adam, and The Edge... priceless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/111272508522403448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=111272508522403448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111272508522403448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111272508522403448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/04/ticket-to-see-u2-at-anahei_111272508522403448.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-111232080200180445</id><published>2005-03-31T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:00:21.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day at the office</title><summary type='text'>I'm not a big fan of business travel.  And I don't like hotels for the sake of hotels, but man, I stayed at the Ritz-Carlton Half Moon Bay for work last night and I suppose business travel has its charms after all.  This I could get used to.The Ritz is a sprawling, six-story mansion placed across turf-topped bluffs and cliffs that drop right off into the ocean.  Walking the halls and manning the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/111232080200180445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=111232080200180445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111232080200180445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111232080200180445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/03/another-day-at-office.html' title='another day at the office'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-111143563103782222</id><published>2005-03-21T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:07:11.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>anti-pesto S.W.A.T. team</title><summary type='text'>Wallace and Gromit go to the movies!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/111143563103782222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=111143563103782222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111143563103782222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111143563103782222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/03/anti-pesto-swat-team.html' title='anti-pesto S.W.A.T. team'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-111108739664959834</id><published>2005-03-17T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T12:07:53.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hey. wait. kurt wrote the new stairway...</title><summary type='text'>When I was a boy, we walked seventeen miles in the snow wearing flipflops a size too small to the only guitar shop in the hemisphere.  Actually, it wasn't a guitar shop, it was a large cardboard box and a soggy one at that.   Inside was a crazy old man with a broken tennis racket.  And when we asked him if we could air "Stairway to Heaven" on the racket, he would scream at us and chase us out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/111108739664959834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=111108739664959834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111108739664959834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111108739664959834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/03/hey-wait-kurt-wrote-new-stairway.html' title='hey. wait. kurt wrote the new stairway...'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-111092644165683520</id><published>2005-03-15T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T14:42:36.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, Episodes I and II had me afraid I'd never be able say so, but I just watched the trailer for Episode III, and I'm actually excited to see it.  Perhaps George has finally done it.  Or redone it.  Again.  For the first time.  And maybe this'll get everyone to mellow out about the special editions.  Hell hath no fury like a nerd scorned...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/111092644165683520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=111092644165683520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111092644165683520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111092644165683520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/03/ok-episodes-i-and-ii-had-me-afraid-id_15.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-111084369307672203</id><published>2005-03-14T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:46:42.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recipe for an awesome cough</title><summary type='text'>• Let your lawn go for about three months.• Now get a little cough.• Rest intermittently during the following week, creating a long gestation period for the virus.  Remember to cease resting immediately if you start to feel better.• Now that the cough has a good foothold in the old lungs, go spray herbicide on weeds for about an hour.  For best results, use a nice fine mist and no mask.• That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/111084369307672203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=111084369307672203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111084369307672203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111084369307672203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/03/recipe-for-awesome-cough.html' title='recipe for an awesome cough'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-111084306487854829</id><published>2005-03-10T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:44:02.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Really enjoyed playing last Saturday.  Thanks to all who made it...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/111084306487854829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=111084306487854829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111084306487854829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/111084306487854829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/03/really-enjoyed-playing-last-saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-110927279841951629</id><published>2005-02-24T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T17:18:20.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finished my 10K in 53:30, between my Captain Insano and Let's Push It goals of 50:00 and 55:00, respectively.  This left me a minute faster per mile than the You Can Do It! goal of 60:00.  Cool.  I may skip directly to the full marathon if my friend George has his way.I've been a little flaky on reading, but 50 books for the year is still within reach.  Hmm.Clearly I am becoming that which my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/110927279841951629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=110927279841951629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110927279841951629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110927279841951629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/02/finished-my-10k-in-5330-between-my.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-110677941623044266</id><published>2005-01-26T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T09:52:38.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>books 2 and 3</title><summary type='text'>Oresteia is a classic collection of three tragedies written by Aeschylus.  It is heavy, disturbing, and resonant 2500 years later.   Backstory is a family feud in which one brother happens to be fed his own children by the other brother.  Nice.  In the opening tragedy, one of this family's descendants returns from Troy victorious only to be murdered by his wife.  In part two, his daughter and son</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/110677941623044266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=110677941623044266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110677941623044266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110677941623044266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/01/books-2-and-3.html' title='books 2 and 3'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-110555456806953337</id><published>2005-01-12T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:44:39.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>book 1</title><summary type='text'>First book of the year is Candyfreak by Steve Almond.  Great little book.  At 266 pages it's deceptively long; it reads Ferrari-fast owing to Almond's chatty, neurotic style and the small-format hardback.  The story of his childhood in candy is a treat to read, if you'll pardon the pun, and though the topic is nichey and limited, the candy-revering/self-effacing tone doesn't get old.  The twist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/110555456806953337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=110555456806953337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110555456806953337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110555456806953337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/01/book-1.html' title='book 1'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-110488587480926126</id><published>2005-01-04T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T14:26:46.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sky pie resolutions</title><summary type='text'>Resolutions so crazy that there's simply no way I'll do them all.  Or at all.  Well, perhaps I'll try for a couple.  Or not.  You can feel the resolve already, can't you?  In 2005:1. Run a 10K.2. Run a half-Marathon.3. Oh, what the hell: Run a Marathon.4. Travel overseas with 2.5 year old daughter.5. Record a little album.  Weirder, simpler, homemade and just for me.6. Set a world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/110488587480926126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=110488587480926126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110488587480926126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110488587480926126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2005/01/sky-pie-resolutions.html' title='sky pie resolutions'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-110262813143491239</id><published>2004-12-09T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T13:37:36.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's finally here.  This weekend is Burning Loaf, the first charity edition.  Philanthropy for misanthropists.  10 pounds of loaf slapped on the barbecue, hopefully far more dollars than that given away.Check this out: Visited the DMV this morning.  In and out in 15 minutes.  Online appointment system actually works...Am reading Stephen King's "On Writing."  I'm not much of a Stephen King guy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/110262813143491239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=110262813143491239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110262813143491239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110262813143491239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-110194410523959760</id><published>2004-12-01T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T16:27:38.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>media report</title><summary type='text'>Awesome Books: Steinbeck's Winter of Our Discontent, Ha Jin's Waiting.  Both incredible, incredible enough to inspire and paralyze at once.Awesome DVD: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind... see it right away.Awesome Album: Trash Can Sinatras' Weightlifting.  Albums I Wish Were Awesome: Medulla by Björk, A Grand Don't Come For Free from The Streets.Meanwhile, I've got five U2 songs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/110194410523959760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=110194410523959760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110194410523959760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110194410523959760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/12/media-report.html' title='media report'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-110177561605560532</id><published>2004-11-29T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T16:04:44.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it came from the garage</title><summary type='text'>Christmas has come to our tiny house in the form of a tree, a wreath, and the cobwebbed contents of boxes disinterred from the garage.  Even more it has come by way of our little girl's wonder at each ornament.  And in the lumpy, plush form of an awful little battery-powered dancing snowman and his incessant singing.However I may scoff at this arch enemy of Christmas dignity, I simply cannot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/110177561605560532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=110177561605560532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110177561605560532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110177561605560532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-came-from-garage.html' title='it came from the garage'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-110177586557914901</id><published>2004-11-22T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T17:27:53.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>go bears, to a point</title><summary type='text'>What a pleasure to watch Cal trounce 'Furd 41-6.  Still, I have this gnawing fear that with all this good football playing, Cal fans might forget what Cal football is really all about: losing.  Y'know, when I was a boy, the fans came out, Cal sucked, we lost badly and we went home mad.  And we liked it... we LOVED it...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/110177586557914901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=110177586557914901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110177586557914901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/110177586557914901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/11/go-bears-to-point.html' title='go bears, to a point'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-109950979153768734</id><published>2004-11-03T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T15:42:42.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>November 3, 2004.  The sort of day one might spend with one's iPod repeating, repeating and repeating:And if the night runs overAnd if the day won't lastAnd if your way should falterAlong this stony passIt's just a momentThis time will pass...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/109950979153768734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=109950979153768734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/109950979153768734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/109950979153768734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/11/november-3-2004.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-109942420863443605</id><published>2004-11-02T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:26:19.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter one</title><summary type='text'>Are you there God? It's me, George.  We're moving soon.  I'm so scared God.  I've lived here in the White House for four years.  Suppose I hate my new job clearing brush all day?  Suppose everybody there hates me?  Please help me God.  Don't let Crawford all year long be too horrible.  Thank you.We'll move on the Tuesday after that "Martin Luther King" day.  I knew today was going to be hard </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/109942420863443605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=109942420863443605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/109942420863443605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/109942420863443605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/11/chapter-one.html' title='chapter one'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-109909090205127980</id><published>2004-10-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T16:03:22.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloweeen</title><summary type='text'>A few can't miss costume ideas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/109909090205127980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=109909090205127980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/109909090205127980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/109909090205127980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-halloweeen.html' title='happy halloweeen'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-109769025996229000</id><published>2004-10-13T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T11:02:21.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So we're all in this together and I can appreciate that.  But let me for a brief moment poke my pointy head out the left side of the car to ask you -- views on attorneys, liberals, swift boats, and hot button issues notwithstanding -- to please consider joining me in removing a couple of career oil men from the White House.  That is all.  Good night.  And God bless.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/109769025996229000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=109769025996229000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/109769025996229000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/109769025996229000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-were-all-in-this-together-and-i-can.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-107965377002332884</id><published>2004-03-18T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T12:30:37.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello, there.  What is this, some sort of update?  Yeah, sort of.Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide... media references.  I have been reading of late: The Da Vinci Code, Twyla Tharp's Creative Habit, and a page a day of Systematic Theology.  Still can't seem to get going on Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix as it's too heavy.  That is, too heavy to carry around.  (Dude, how much can you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/107965377002332884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=107965377002332884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/107965377002332884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/107965377002332884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/03/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-107532986735763002</id><published>2004-01-28T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T14:46:36.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oops.  Bought the OutKast album...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/107532986735763002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=107532986735763002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/107532986735763002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/107532986735763002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/01/oops.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-107462955535966122</id><published>2004-01-20T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:30:29.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave it behind</title><summary type='text'>Man, it's been a while, hasn't it?  Little E is huge, a walking talking dancing cute-as-a-bug absurdist child.  K is good.  Georgia was fun, music is promising.  Slowed down slightly for the holidays, got out for New Year's Eve with friends old and new.  Saw all of the TJT four by way of 1/2 and 3/4 mini-reunions; a full reunion ignoring the fourth dimension.  Taking stock, I can't complain.  But</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/107462955535966122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=107462955535966122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/107462955535966122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/107462955535966122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2004/01/leave-it-behind.html' title='leave it behind'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-106304616588578376</id><published>2003-09-08T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T11:36:13.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In praise of sunshine in the morning at the bus stop:This is a real John Denver move, I know, but sun on your skin, a little breeze off the bay to your back -- it's practically transformative.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/106304616588578376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=106304616588578376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/106304616588578376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/106304616588578376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/09/in-praise-of-sunshine-in-morning-at.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-106261182377446890</id><published>2003-09-03T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T14:49:06.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you feel old?  As I get my head out of my ass, I realize aging has little to do with progress or decay or with life passing me by.  It's not me in a vacuum with stuff happening to me, it's not me on my timeline or me in my little movie starring me.  When I live my life, I make my way through a story much bigger than my own.  And so aging must also have something to do with what - and who - is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/106261182377446890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=106261182377446890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/106261182377446890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/106261182377446890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/09/do-you-feel-old-as-i-get-my-head-out.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-106071037030435686</id><published>2003-08-12T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:22:50.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>said the old man to the germans on holiday</title><summary type='text'>"So you gonna give me some money or what?  Am I selling something?  No, I ain't selling nothing!    See, you give me money so I can by myself a cup of coffee -- one dollar, two dollars, so I can buy a cup of coffee.  I'm homeless!  I got no home, no place to live.  What?  No, I don't take credit cards!  Well, OK, what you got?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/106071037030435686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=106071037030435686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/106071037030435686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/106071037030435686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/08/said-old-man-to-germans-on-holiday.html' title='said the old man to the germans on holiday'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-105976664828695794</id><published>2003-08-01T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T12:42:14.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is one of those weeks where I get to do a whole lot of music.  A lot.  Like as much as might have been bitten off and chewed back in the heyday of TJT, all the carving out of material, the preparation, the tossing aside, the guessing games, the breakthroughs.  It brings back old feelings, breeds lots of new ones, makes you want to turn navelward and just gaze into the distance.  Writing, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/105976664828695794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=105976664828695794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/105976664828695794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/105976664828695794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/08/this-is-one-of-those-weeks-where-i-get.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-105837926299112733</id><published>2003-07-16T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:23:28.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>quizno's: wait, let us burn your sandwich for you before you eat it</title><summary type='text'>Quizno's.  The appeal is unclear.  They burn their sandwiches like a very single dude with a high-watt, crumb-filled toaster oven would.  And, inkeeping with this demographically specific cooking technique, you will find Quizno's overrun with dudes and only dudes.  OK, once in a while you'll see a poor woman dragged in by her dude and his carbon-loving tastebuds.  But I defy you to find an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/105837926299112733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=105837926299112733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/105837926299112733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/105837926299112733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/07/quiznos-wait-let-us-burn-your-sandwich.html' title='quizno&apos;s: wait, let us burn your sandwich for you before you eat it'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-94059727</id><published>2003-05-09T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:24:49.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some days you wake up and that old Fender jazz bass with the flatwound strings is like the most beautiful thing.  Slip-slidey smooth and fast, difficult and easy at the same time.  Now why am I playing bass at 6:30 in the morning?  'Cause I'm in a new band called Tumbledown...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/94059727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=94059727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/94059727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/94059727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/05/some-days-you-wake-up-and-that-old.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-93677971</id><published>2003-05-02T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:23:55.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>steve o: the life &amp; times of a superfan</title><summary type='text'>Known to many as "that crazy-dancing tie-dye guy at every single Jenny Thing show," Steve O. was injured while enjoying a particularly rowdy TJT gig in the Bear's Lair at UC Berkeley circa 1993, breaking his leg on a monitor in the chaos of the crowd.  Once off crutches, Steve O. continued to follow TJT very closely for several years and he was even spotted at the most recent Jenny Thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/93677971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=93677971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/93677971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/93677971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/05/steve-o-life-times-of-superfan.html' title='steve o: the life &amp; times of a superfan'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-91085779</id><published>2003-03-20T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-05-07T10:46:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night I did something called Nachos Grande at the Oakland Coliseum.  They set me back $6.50 and so much more.  Now, I could say that I felt regretful afterward, but that wouldn't paint an entirely accurate picture because in reality I felt regret instantaneously. Or, perhaps I felt it sooner than instantaneously - I'm wondering if regret was not already there as early as the moment of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/91085779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=91085779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/91085779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/91085779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/03/last-night-i-did-something-called.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-90720518</id><published>2003-03-14T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T14:25:42.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Downtown is clogged.  Protesters who are blocking entry to the offices of San Francisco have unrolled the prettiest pictures of Iraqi children down their chests to tell their story.  Big white scrolls with color photos on them, beautiful eyes and skin and teeth.  The Market Street streetcars are parked together in threes and fours and their drivers have abandoned them.  The people out in traffic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/90720518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=90720518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/90720518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/90720518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/03/downtown-is-clogged.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-87236175</id><published>2003-01-10T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T16:37:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, like, I'm wearing this maroon turtleneck today.  It's become clear that, on the whole, men hate it quite a bit and women like it well enough.  Sample quotes, all unsolicited:MEN"So you borrowed one of your wife's tops today, eh?""Dude, you know you don't even want to take off your jacket wearing that.""Well, it's just not very manly."WOMEN"You look really good in a turtleneck, Matt!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/87236175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=87236175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/87236175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/87236175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/01/so-like-im-wearing-this-maroon.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-87085836</id><published>2003-01-07T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-20T11:02:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year from Blogger's 2002 Worst Blogger of the Year!More later... maybe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/87085836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=87085836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/87085836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/87085836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2003/01/happy-new-year-from-bloggers-2002.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-81599355</id><published>2002-09-14T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-14T10:18:01.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This just in, and sorry for the late notice: Tyler (piano) and I (guitar and yodeling) will be performing at Union Square in San Francisco tomorrow September 15th at 1pm as the musical component of the otherwise visual art-oriented Artists' Guild show. If you're out and about in the city that day, come by and say hi!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/81599355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=81599355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/81599355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/81599355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/09/this-just-in-and-sorry-for-late-notice.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-81113953</id><published>2002-09-03T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-06T14:26:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spent the last two days holed up in the home studio with Mike, making rhythm tracks for the upcoming CD.  Got going with some cool combinations of electronic drums, live drums and looped hand percussion.  Inventory of toys from the rhythm sessions:-Snare drum, hi-hats, cymbals-Goat toes shaker-Cylinder shaker-Tambourine that you shake-Tambourine that you hit-808 kit from the sampler-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/81113953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=81113953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/81113953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/81113953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/09/spent-last-two-days-holed-up-in-home.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-80496590</id><published>2002-08-20T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T16:24:31.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turned thirty and K took me to a wonderful dinner at Citron.  I am recording in earnest for a Fall release on KIA records.  The baby is awesome.  Any advice you have for me on the intangibles of turning thirty is welcome; the practical aspects, however, already have me quite well in hand...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/80496590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=80496590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/80496590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/80496590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/08/turned-thirty-and-k-took-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-79365267</id><published>2002-07-24T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-24T15:17:29.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Dumpling Update: K and I had a beautiful baby girl named Elisabeth.  Love love love and that is all for now.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/79365267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=79365267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/79365267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/79365267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/07/dumpling-update-k-and-i-had-beautiful.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-77675981</id><published>2002-06-12T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T17:35:01.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burning Loaf Festival is when people get together to barbecue a two foot long, ten-pound meatloaf.  And on Monday night, that is what we did.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/77675981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=77675981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/77675981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/77675981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/06/burning-loaf-festival-is-when-people.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-77425989</id><published>2002-06-06T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:27:40.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the mailbag</title><summary type='text'>Hi Matt, My request is an odd one, but I hope you will at least read on.  My friend recently moved from the Bay Area, and I am from the Philly area.  He remains a 49ers fan, and I remain an Eagles fan.  We bet on the 49ers/Eagles game last year and I lost.  So, I owe him a 2 liter bottle of Safeway Orange soda.  I have been trying for months to get one and have been unsuccessful.  If I send </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/77425989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=77425989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/77425989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/77425989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/06/from-mailbag.html' title='from the mailbag'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-77394356</id><published>2002-06-05T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T16:11:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dumpling souvenir: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/77394356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=77394356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/77394356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/77394356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/06/dumpling-souvenir.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-77170049</id><published>2002-05-30T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T21:12:51.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This week is a Bay Area thing of beauty.  Standing, squinting at the bus stop in the morning light, no jacket.  Fish and chips and a pint of Harp in a sunny alley in the city.  And in the 'burbs at sunset, In-N-Out Burger...I'm off to SoCal for my brother's bachelor party this weekend.  Should be fun.  As a tiny bonus side-trip, and between my arrival at the cute little airport at Burbank and a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/77170049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=77170049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/77170049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/77170049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/05/this-week-is-bay-area-thing-of-beauty.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-76776613</id><published>2002-05-20T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:28:20.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the mailbag</title><summary type='text'>Dear Matt,The other night my girlfriend, J.P., asked if I'd noticed any recent irregularity in the attributes of my stool.  I hadn't, and not for lack of scrutiny.  She went on to say that our recent outing for Indian food had resulted in unusually colorful excrement.Like any creative person, I noted and was moved by the subtext of this incongruency; how two people can share an experience (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/76776613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=76776613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/76776613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/76776613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/05/from-mailbag.html' title='from the mailbag'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-76670773</id><published>2002-05-17T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T14:00:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yessss!  I got to see Attack of the Clones on opening day.  It was awesome.  I hope to see it at least a couple more times.  I tried to diagram the political forces on a Post-It:Like I said, I hope to see it a couple more times. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/76670773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=76670773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/76670773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/76670773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/05/yessss-i-got-to-see-attack-of-clones.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-76583601</id><published>2002-05-15T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T09:51:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This will be a music update...Trash Can Sinatras Project: Completed, then shelved... but I'm told it will see the light of day yet!  From what I've heard from Pop Renaissance Ray, I think a reasonable estimate is Fall 2002.Love Ambition Demo: Almost out of print, so buy it if you want it.Gigs: None on the calendar for the first time in a couple years.  It's not retirement, it's called </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/76583601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=76583601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/76583601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/76583601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/05/this-will-be-music-update.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-76237042</id><published>2002-05-06T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T15:42:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Re)discovery: I actually prefer standing up when I perform, even when I'm playing acoustic guitar.  I had begun to think differently, but now I'm back on track.  Who knew?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/76237042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=76237042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/76237042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/76237042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/05/rediscovery-i-actually-prefer-standing.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-75818892</id><published>2002-04-25T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T12:40:24.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw Paul Westerberg at Virgin MegaMega yesterday.  He sang his heart out throughout, winging it beautifully most of the time, mugging heartily now and then, forgetting the lyrics frequently, ending some songs abruptly.  As we love him to be, he was contradictory: in his element but twitchy-punchy, self-deprecating and not-so-thick-skinned, masterful and losing it at the same time, shudderingly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/75818892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=75818892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/75818892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/75818892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/04/saw-paul-westerberg-at-virgin-megamega.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-75589322</id><published>2002-04-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T10:10:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Din Tai Fung.  This is the name of the restaurants where you get the shao lung bao.  The original is in Taipei, and they have one in Tokyo and one in Hong Kong.  And one in Arcadia, who knew?!  (That's like ten minutes from my brother's place.  Yeah, baby!)SoCal people, please go eat there for me.  Go!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/75589322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=75589322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/75589322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/75589322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/04/din-tai-fung.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-75176674</id><published>2002-04-08T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-08T14:06:45.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Musical Highlights of the Far East: • Catching a great band playing on the street in the Shibuya district of Tokyo.  They are called Art Mind's Impression and made up of four guys playing danceable guitar rock on the sidewalk with practice amps about one foot tall and a little drum set.  Guitar Spender be damned, they are pouring on the passion and drama, folksy and epic at the same time.  And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/75176674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=75176674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/75176674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/75176674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/04/musical-highlights-of-far-east.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-11472352</id><published>2002-04-04T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-04T17:15:16.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fresh wasabi.  Trust me, it's the taste you're after.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/11472352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=11472352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/11472352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/11472352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/04/fresh-wasabi.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-11335698</id><published>2002-03-31T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T23:18:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Food Report: The shao lung bao of Taipei are absolutely killer.  I had a variety today, and it was the crab egg and pork ones that were my favorite.  The restaurant itself was a bit of a celebrity -- it's so popular with locals and Japanese visitors for these gingery, steamed dumplings that it gets its picture taken several times a minute!Sad to sacrifice Easter to the International Dateline.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/11335698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=11335698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/11335698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/11335698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/03/food-report-shao-lung-bao-of-taipei.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-11225252</id><published>2002-03-28T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T14:19:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, we're off to rock Davis tonight.  Bliss and folly, I'm gonna gig with my new compressor first and decide if I like it later.  Like jumping in the swimming pool or something.Then I'm gone on a trip to far away this weekend and next week.  But who knows, I might write in anyways.  It's a wired, wired world...Thai Food Mystery: Cha-Am in Berkeley is good.  Cha-Am South of Market in the city</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/11225252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=11225252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/11225252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/11225252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/03/yes-were-off-to-rock-davis-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-10977503</id><published>2002-03-21T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T13:24:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The burger problem is now behind us, solved handily with a MacArthur Park Niman Ranch, medium rare.  Yeah, baby.(Now, of course I went and tried to order the Fish and Chips first.  And then the bartender steered me right.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/10977503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=10977503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10977503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10977503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/03/burger-problem-is-now-behind-us-solved.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-10810969</id><published>2002-03-16T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-16T18:05:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a hot dog at Barney's Burgers last night.  And today, a ham and cheese at Nation's. My friend JK can tell you why guys like me tend to find ourselves burgerless in the land of burgers -- we simply insist on ordering from the bottom of the menu.  The bottom of the menu is where the Other Stuff lives, the stuff that almost didn't make the cut.  You're supposed to order from the top, silly.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/10810969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=10810969&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10810969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10810969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/03/i-had-hot-dog-at-barneys-burgers-last.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-10697172</id><published>2002-03-13T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-13T09:52:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK.  Coming clean under duress from gentle reader R.W.:  I solemnly testify that "Silly Girl" (this little ditty I wrote when I was like nine years old) was indeed performed by the Poser crew on Saturday night.  It has been performed live only twice: once in the Stanford Campus Coffee House (Gear: gnarly "public" spinet piano); and now it has seen the light again at Alvarado Square in San Pablo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/10697172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=10697172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10697172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10697172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/03/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-10625725</id><published>2002-03-11T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-13T09:33:48.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday morning, hi there.  Fun show in the city at Canvas Cafe on Friday.  Twist my arm, I had fun!  (What IS that foreign feeling...?!)  Did it remind me of the good old days?  A little.  Maybe.  But what do you with the good old days, anyway?Whatever.  It felt relaxed and I was happy with the setlist and new songs, and I frequently had the sensation of rolling and floating musically.  It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/10625725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=10625725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10625725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10625725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/03/monday-morning-hi-there.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-10426332</id><published>2002-03-05T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:02:12.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rehearsed with Poser (Mike and Ed plus Tyler too) last night.  (Cooking with Tones Tip: If you're playing with sequenced tracks -- which I don't do much of these days -- I'm learning that compression on the clean tones helps to much better marry the parts to the tracks.  It's a good thing.) After doing the final run-throughs of everything, I think I'm going to stick with the low-powered POD/Champ</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/10426332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=10426332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10426332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10426332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/03/rehearsed-with-poser-mike-and-ed-plus.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-10372676</id><published>2002-03-04T10:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:02:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A beautiful weekend.  Dinner with K at Lo Coco's on Friday and got not one but two Solano walks in...Saturday rehearsal went well.  I feel like the group is continuing to go deeper musically.  (Gear Report: Pepperidge Farm Spicy Cheddar Goldfish; Starbucks Frappucino in a Bottle; Peet's XL Coffee; Acme Challah; Acme Ham and Cheese Turnovers; Safeway Orange Juice; Breedlove acoustic into Fender </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/10372676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=10372676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10372676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10372676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/03/beautiful-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3351904.post-10272891</id><published>2002-03-01T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T16:01:57.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to Stupor Mundi.  Stupor Mundi thinks it means Wonder of the World, but it also sounds kind of stupid.And that about sums it up.If you are reading this, you are one of my first and only readers.  And I likely will never earn more, because I am a Web Presence Loser and particularly terrible about providing changing content to my website.  Will this be any different?  Um, well you try</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/feeds/10272891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3351904&amp;postID=10272891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10272891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3351904/posts/default/10272891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mundistupor.blogspot.com/2002/03/welcome-to-stupor-mundi.html' title=''/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03140079991630619072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/63/400/attach_photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
