<?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-1355301</id><updated>2011-08-02T15:25:47.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sounds from a heart murmur</title><subtitle type='html'>nothing clever.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-89917136</id><published>2003-02-28T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T11:43:21.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>audblog audio post</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/89917136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=89917136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/89917136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/89917136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2003/02/audblog-audio-post.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76311966</id><published>2002-05-08T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T11:17:31.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>for some reason, i'm more apt to believe this review of star wars than the other ones.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76311966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76311966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76311966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76311966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/05/for-some-reason-im-more-apt-to-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76252305</id><published>2002-05-06T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T23:03:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel somewhat like a cripple with this cast on.  it's a soft cast, thickest i've ever seen; i can't fit it through any of my clothes, except for a blue over-sized sweatshirt that i have that makes me look like my right arm is a bulging mass of flesh and bone.  tomorrow i get a hard cast.  i've been with this soft one for a little over a week, and i find myself wishing i had an accelerated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76252305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76252305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76252305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76252305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/05/i-feel-somewhat-like-cripple-with-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76208316</id><published>2002-05-05T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T21:38:12.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i feel like i haven't written anything worth-while in ages, instead sitting around wilting away into corners of the house with unread books and cds i've heard one too many times.  the fact that the site was supposed to go away (and still may, although in the same way that i've always been so unsure about things, i'm not sure when) had partly to do with the lack of updates, but as some of the long</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76208316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76208316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76208316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76208316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/05/i-feel-like-i-havent-written-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76150481</id><published>2002-05-04T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T03:36:11.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it doesn't take me long to get to sleep.  five, maybe ten minutes.  it seems almost a shame to put the best song last, but that's the order my list is in.  feel free to change them up for yourself and let me know.  

it's about time i snoozed.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76150481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76150481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76150481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76150481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/05/it-doesnt-take-me-long-to-get-to-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76126737</id><published>2002-05-03T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T13:08:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>watching the news lately, i got curious as to what kind of numbers seattle produced so i found this article on murder in seattle and was surprised that it's been on the decline.  i feel like this year has already set a precedent for a higher number.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76126737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76126737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76126737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76126737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/05/watching-news-lately-i-got-curious-as.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76126416</id><published>2002-05-03T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T11:00:41.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the john vanderslice: fourtracker extended credits are fucking great, if you're a recording geek and you're curious about the stellar production work on the new record.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76126416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76126416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76126416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76126416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/05/john-vanderslice-fourtracker-extended.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76125355</id><published>2002-05-03T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T10:27:51.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's friday, it's been a week since my surgery, i can't type worth a shit still, and i get my hard cast on tuesday.  i'm probably failing japanese, my internship is going great, and i still expect to grduate in june (as long as i get my shit together in jpn).  enough of that.  

did everyone know that dr. frank had a war blog?  yes, i'm pretty sure it's that dr. frank.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76125355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76125355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76125355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76125355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/05/its-friday-its-been-week-since-my.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76024822</id><published>2002-04-30T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T19:51:28.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check out the flash beat mixer on the side: killakela.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76024822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76024822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76024822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76024822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/check-out-flash-beat-mixer-on-side.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76024506</id><published>2002-04-30T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T19:42:08.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check out biz markie doing some sort of alien beatbox communication with will smith in men in black II</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76024506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76024506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76024506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76024506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/check-out-biz-markie-doing-some-sort.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-76023963</id><published>2002-04-30T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T19:25:32.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>if you're interested, here's the petition to keep futurama on the air.  i don't even know when it's on right now, but futurama gets pretty consistent laughs when i do catch it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/76023963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=76023963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76023963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/76023963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/if-youre-interested-heres-petition-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75787702</id><published>2002-04-24T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T17:16:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cannes film selections are out, including new stuff from mike leigh (naked, topsy-turvy) , p.t. anderson (magnolia, boogie nights) with adam sandler?! , michael winterbottom (a film on manchester music scene and the punk rock and acid house revolutions), david cronenberg (the fly, existenz) and atom egoyan (the sweet hereafter).  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75787702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75787702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75787702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75787702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/cannes-film-selections-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75777100</id><published>2002-04-24T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T12:03:22.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apparently we're not down yet, so i'll just keep posting until we are.  anyways, check this out.  you can enter a contest to have your song sung by brak: 

Once there, visitors can log into the "Brak Sings Your Song'' message board using their AOL, Netscape, CompuServe or AOL Instant Messenger Screen Name and post an entry by providing (1) a person's first name (2) a place and (3) a thing. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75777100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75777100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75777100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75777100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/apparently-were-not-down-yet-so-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75607983</id><published>2002-04-19T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T20:15:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't know if anyone's gonna get this before services go down, but they are going down, and the site will no longer exist (at least in this form).  whenever i get money to get a host, or if i find another way to host the site, i'll do that.  but for now, this is farewell.  thanks again for everyone that's helped out with the website and for everyone visiting.  talk to you soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75607983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75607983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75607983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75607983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-dont-know-if-anyones-gonna-get-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75562927</id><published>2002-04-18T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T15:41:49.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>does anyone have any recommendations for web hosts?  i'm looking for something around 150 megs storage (minimum), 1 gig transfer, cgi bin, cheap, reliable.  thanks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75562927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75562927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75562927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75562927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/does-anyone-have-any-recommendations.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75561246</id><published>2002-04-18T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T14:56:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm somewhat proud to say that this page comes up as the number 1 search for how to steal someone's heart who already has a boyfriend.  funny, isn't it?

in class today, someone was drinking something that smelled excruciatingly like b.o.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75561246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75561246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75561246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75561246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/im-somewhat-proud-to-say-that-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75523916</id><published>2002-04-17T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-17T16:29:41.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this tagline for XXX (starring vin diesel) made me laugh out loud: "Xander Cage is an extreme sports athelete recruited by the government on a special mission."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75523916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75523916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75523916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75523916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/this-tagline-for-xxx-starring-vin.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75437429</id><published>2002-04-15T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T14:41:45.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know it's not spring break anymore, but i still went to see clockstoppers  (directed by none other than cmdr. ryker) the other day, and i can't decide whether or not i regret it.  in any case, something good kind of came out of it, as we have run into a situation that enables us all to explore our deal-making and deal-breaking skills.  the situation, comes with the advent of the wheel.  because</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75437429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75437429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75437429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75437429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-know-its-not-spring-break-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75412190</id><published>2002-04-14T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T21:35:18.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>case in point: jeff buckley on alias tonight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75412190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75412190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75412190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75412190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/case-in-point-jeff-buckley-on-alias.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75398783</id><published>2002-04-14T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-14T14:34:29.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just heard that dog on buffy.  it's strange how the increase of good music has increasingly become a part of good shows (gilmore girls not inclusive).  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75398783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75398783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75398783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75398783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-just-heard-that-dog-on-buffy.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75339825</id><published>2002-04-12T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T14:46:01.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't been posting because it's been a busy week.  i've been trying to get all my surgery stuff out of the way and had school and an interview on tuesday.  i haven't yet gotten tickets to the trail of dead show tonight, so it doesn't look like i'll be going.  i also missed jonathan richman last friday, too because i have to start rationing my money to see shows.

i got a stupid ticket today</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75339825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75339825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75339825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75339825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-havent-been-posting-because-its-been.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75182502</id><published>2002-04-08T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-08T17:37:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i have to get a bone graft.  that means they cut my wrist open, take a little bone from my forearm, put it in between the bone that i broke, put some pins in to keep the bone in place, and then wait until the bone mends together.  sounds like fun, huh?

i saw lightheavyweight and the prom the other night at the liquid lounge.  it as an interesting show, although the place is a bit strange.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75182502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75182502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75182502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75182502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-have-to-get-bone-graft.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75079807</id><published>2002-04-05T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T10:12:30.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>about 7 years ago, i sprained my wrist skateboarding.  last week i went to the doctor because my wrist has been aching more than usual lately.  she called for an x-ray, and it turns out i broke my wrist 7 years ago, not merely sprained it.  i go back in to ortho today to see if they want to break it again so the fracture will mend correctly.  

and to think, all those years i told people i have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75079807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75079807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75079807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75079807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/about-7-years-ago-i-sprained-my-wrist.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75079694</id><published>2002-04-05T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T10:22:51.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the latest Josh Rouse record, under blue stars is great.  it's full of stereo recordings that travel, and his voice is mildly gravelly and pinched, which is more than endearing.  here is a track, the first off the album: nothing gives me pleasure</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75079694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75079694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75079694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75079694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/latest-josh-rouse-record-under-blue.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-75079369</id><published>2002-04-05T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T09:59:44.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>spiderman 2 is set, written by the writers of smallville.  incidentally, the plot will involve someone getting exposed to kryptonite and getting superpowers, a car accident, and spiderman pulling them from the car crash.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/75079369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=75079369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75079369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/75079369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/spiderman-2-is-set-written-by-writers.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-11464013</id><published>2002-04-04T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-04T12:46:42.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>further evidence that static schlock is crap and should never have ousted batman beyond or just regular batman - aj mclean of the backstreet boys is guest starring.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/11464013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=11464013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11464013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11464013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/further-evidence-that-static-schlock.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-11432535</id><published>2002-04-03T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T17:05:42.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>did see clem snide, and was impressed.  also saw death to smoochy and donnie darko (which didn't fit in with the framework of "bad" that the others did).  

death to smoochy reminded me of sitting as a child late at night on friday or saturday watching evening at the improv.  i would watch the show, thinking, "damn, everyone's laughing, something funny must be going on.  i just don't get it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/11432535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=11432535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11432535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11432535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/04/did-see-clem-snide-and-was-impressed.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-11258650</id><published>2002-03-29T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T13:41:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>clem snide is currently on the kexp live right now, playing moment in the sun.  when asked if he does any writing on tour, the lead singer replied, "i don't do anything on tour.  i stare out the window and smoke pot.  that's it."  

steve zoom later asked him if he thought being a new father would affect his songwriting, he replied, "yeah," in a deadpan monotone, "i'm gonna lose my edge."

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/11258650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=11258650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11258650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11258650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/clem-snide-is-currently-on-kexp-live.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-11168370</id><published>2002-03-27T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T02:08:05.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>quickly: i saw blade 2, and i'd use brandon's words about it being "disgusting and beautiful" but then i'd have to worry about it sounding stupid.  unfortunately, it's too late for that.  in any case, if you play roulette, you should still always bet on black.

i'm not sure which bad movie is next, but sad to say, this is in the running.    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/11168370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=11168370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11168370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11168370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/quickly-i-saw-blade-2-and-id-use.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-11035525</id><published>2002-03-23T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T02:54:11.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>that's right, i saw califone the other night with scott but i bailed early 'cause i got tired and needed to write a paper.  califone was very good.  the terror sheets opened and they were reverb drenched and big drums plus chimey keys; a good sound.  

i think scott went to the graceland tonight, and i went to the crocodile to see john vanderslice play.  apparently ben from kols ditched the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/11035525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=11035525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11035525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/11035525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/thats-right-i-saw-califone-other-night.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10873519</id><published>2002-03-18T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T14:52:04.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i had a final today in japanese.  it was terrible.  however, these things happened:i overheard someone say, "we were just waiting for the other foot to drop, and when it did, it was in our asses."my new favorite game is called "driving the whale bones home".  the object of the game is to make "driving the whale bones home" the answer to any question anyone asks you.  example: if someone asks you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10873519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10873519' title='0 Comments'/><link 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does.  i do, however, remember modest mouse touring the area and hitting the sebastopol community center.  and there's some footage of further at the old vic in songs for cassevettes (which i got on video for my birthday a couple of years ago, because a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10780569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10780569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10780569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10780569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/its-true-i-havent-lived-in-area-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10775827</id><published>2002-03-15T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-15T13:37:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just saw an old guy on a mountain bike riding down gilman street near my house with two plastic bags hanging from the handle bars and an old lawnmower in tow.  i imagined the bags were full of grass and he was mowing lawns in order to create some chaos, some exacting madness that only made sense in his mind.  he would randomly select lawns and ride through them with the lawn mower, creating fat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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finally got around to encoding both songs, and since i could never decide which one to put up, i've put them both up.  one is straight from the 7", which doesn't sound as good as the actual vinyl (so buy it at pool or pond), but some is better than none.  the recordings here are done by chris walla - the drums particularly sound good, the bass drum kicks hard and big in stark contrast to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10640786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10640786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10640786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10640786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/finally-got-around-to-encoding-both.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10483405</id><published>2002-03-07T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-07T19:02:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i haven't yet figured out a way to organize my books.  i've always thought that arranging your things in a way that only you can find what you need when you need it was the way to go.  despite my recent denial of the efficacy of the film, i still think something like an autobiographical way of ordering your things would be fun.  i don't remember if he did that in the book.  

i have around 500 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10483405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10483405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10483405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10483405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/i-havent-yet-figured-out-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10429866</id><published>2002-03-05T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-05T18:04:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>

i didn't get the latest superchunk album until much later than i had hoped due to the fact that i was on month long roadtrip and i needed the money for food and gas.  i did, however, pick up the late century dream ep they released a little while beforehand, while i was in berkeley.  on sept. 11th, we woke up early in oklahoma city and after we got an oil change we headed out of town we hit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10429866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10429866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10429866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10429866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/i-didnt-get-latest-superchunk-album.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10360142</id><published>2002-03-04T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-04T02:02:21.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wrote a review of the opening show of the death and dismemberment tour.  i know there's a typo (my proofreading skills suck), and my apologies in advance for the last line i wrote.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10360142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10360142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10360142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10360142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/i-wrote-review-of-opening-show-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10296691</id><published>2002-03-02T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T03:11:23.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the all-star cast for the new doc on hip-hop includes: x-ecutioners, gang starr, dj shadow, afrika bambaataa, j5, dj qbert, mix master mike, and more.  at scratchmovie.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10296691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10296691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10296691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10296691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/all-star-cast-for-new-doc-on-hip-hop.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10296597</id><published>2002-03-02T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-02T03:02:44.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hadn't realized that about a boy was going to have a soundtrack by badly drawn boy.  let's hope it'll turn out better than that teaser did.  

and the more i think about it, the more i think high fidelity wasn't that good, either.  sure, jack black was funny, and the biggest laughs the film gets are the imaginary scenes where rob kicks tim robbins' ass, but those scenes had a completely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10296597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10296597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10296597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10296597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/03/hadnt-realized-that-about-boy-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10248526</id><published>2002-02-28T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T19:18:54.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"oh baby you got it goin' on...you lookin' so good...."  

the most important link i've ever come across during my foray (sometimes 8 hour stints a day) into the information superhighway: almost every skit from the state readily available for download in quicktime.  sadly, we all know that katie holmes is now kind of officially part of the state after kissing ken marino on dawson's creek.  (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10248526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10248526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10248526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10248526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/oh-baby-you-got-it-goin-on.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10194154</id><published>2002-02-27T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T11:50:52.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm pretty excited about the new project scott has going on over at introspekt.  he's updating the pictures daily with their own soundtrack.  today has some richard buckner.  check it out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10194154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10194154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10194154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10194154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/im-pretty-excited-about-new-project.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10124574</id><published>2002-02-25T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-25T17:51:55.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks to missy for this link: moral philosophy selector 

here's my results, which are pretty on (i like the idea that free will exists and is essential):1.  Nietzsche   (100%)  
2.  Sartre   (94%)  
3.  Epicureans   (86%) 
4.  Spinoza   (85%)  
5.  Hobbes   (84%)  
6.  Hume   (81%)  
7.  Noddings   (65%)  
8.  Stoics   (60%)  
9.  Kant   (59%)  
10.  Cynics   (58%)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10124574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10124574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10124574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10124574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/thanks-to-missy-for-this-link-moral.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-10122654</id><published>2002-02-25T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-25T17:21:11.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think it's great that davey does some soul singin' on the new promise ring album (see: track 11 - Say Goodbye, Good).  it's a good record, despite the bad reviews it'll probably get, because ever since their desperate attempt to escape the emo pigeonhole, everyone's loved to hate them.  

even before very emergency came out, it was obvious that nothing feels good was going to be the best </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/10122654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=10122654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10122654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/10122654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/i-think-its-great-that-davey-does-some.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9979872</id><published>2002-02-21T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T15:37:28.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another thing: if the person that arrived here looking for "crotch ball" would like to let me know how to play, i'm all ears.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9979872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9979872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9979872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9979872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/another-thing-if-person-that-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9978870</id><published>2002-02-21T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-21T15:34:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>being as broke as i am, i've been trying to go to as many free things as possible.  on saturday night i visited ye ol' elysian on capitol hill to take in some free music from robb benson (of nevada bachelors and dear john letters).  i missed most of his set as we got there kind of late, but what i did get to see was great.  robb's voice is a little pinched, but that's part of why i like it so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9978870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9978870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9978870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9978870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/being-as-broke-as-i-am-ive-been-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9875713</id><published>2002-02-18T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-18T22:16:03.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>we lost kickball, 12-13 (i think).  i made two errors and didn't score.  i had a few singles, though.  i decided on brak's mashed potatoes song as my theme song, but forgot the cd at home.  no one else brough their theme songs anyway.  i had fun anyway, though.  

i'm looking for something new to put up in the share section, so expect something there soon.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9875713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9875713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9875713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9875713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/we-lost-kickball-12-13-i-think.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9777937</id><published>2002-02-15T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T18:39:05.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i posted this last year, a day late.  i'm going to post it again, even though i'm in a wholly different situation than i was last year, because i think the article has some interesting points.  and because i'm a goddamn cynic: The Love Bloat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9777937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9777937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9777937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9777937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/i-posted-this-last-year-day-late.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9770708</id><published>2002-02-15T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T14:16:23.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when in doubt, bore your friends with your friday five:

1. What was the first thing you ever cooked? even if i could remember what i really cooked the first time i ever cooked anything, i think i'd still say that it was cereal, even if that's not cooking.  

2. What's your signature dish?  the easiest thing to cook in the world is adobo and it tastes damn good.  i like cooking, hate cleaning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9770708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9770708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9770708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9770708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/when-in-doubt-bore-your-friends-with.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9676476</id><published>2002-02-13T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-13T02:09:50.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>3 day weekends are a great thing.  this weekend, on president's day i may return to the baseball field (i've been there once before, i remember back in high school p.e., and i could "rope" them into the outfield) but this time, with no gloves and no bats.  just some shoes, a red 4-square ball, and best of all, a theme song. 

the best thing i can imagine walking up to the plate with would be so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9676476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9676476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9676476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9676476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/3-day-weekends-are-great-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9523265</id><published>2002-02-08T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-08T11:13:00.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>over at otaku house there's a video for all-time quarterback's plans get complex shot in a day for 6 bucks while ben was in london.  it's pretty funny.  aaron stewart needs dv cameras in seattle to shoot the dcfc show on the 22nd.  if you have one, let him know so you can help out.  

everytime i say i'll take the weekend off of the blog, i don't.  in any case, have a good weekend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9523265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9523265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9523265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9523265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/over-at-otaku-house-theres-video-for.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9486855</id><published>2002-02-07T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-07T11:58:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's a lot of good shows coming up here this weekend in the northwest.  because i hate to see that dumb post i made yesterday take up so much space at the top of the page, here they are:tonight: suffering &amp; the hideous thieves, 31 knots, crictor, no. 226 at the graceland / jon auer at the sunset tomorrow (friday 2.8): the model rockets, the delusions, dear john letters / poseur, woke up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9486855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9486855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9486855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9486855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/theres-lot-of-good-shows-coming-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9455451</id><published>2002-02-06T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-06T15:32:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  it's bad enough that it's raining out and all the shoes i like to wear are extremely vulnerable to water, but now this?  walking, in the middle of red square, some kid was on his bike riding through the other kids trying to get their classes.
  now, people's asses are just there, right?  so i mean, things can happen, and people need to do what they need to do, but my question is: is it better </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9455451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9455451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9455451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9455451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/forgive-me-for-not-getting-to-point.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9394430</id><published>2002-02-05T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-05T01:55:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  i've been meaning to put this song up for a while, actually the first song i wanted to put up was a kissing book song, but didn't have one on my computer at the time.  but here it is, in it's entirety.  
  the first time i heard it, i was in a crowded club on capitol hill called the baltic room and it was smoky and everything had a red tinge to it.  they were opening for the lucksmiths, and i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9394430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9394430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9394430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9394430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/way-drums-just-drive-along-bottom-of.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9263617</id><published>2002-02-01T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-01T00:48:09.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friday five: 

1. Have you ever had braces? Any other teeth trauma?  i've never had braces, though i probably should have.  my brother did, and i remember seeing him sneak the headgear off sometimes.  i haven't even had my wisdom teeth out, so they'll probably break my jaw sometime in the future.  i also have a chip in my front right tooth, though i don't know where it's from.  

2. Ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9263617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9263617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9263617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9263617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/02/friday-five-1.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9204408</id><published>2002-01-30T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-30T11:53:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  last night, we bought a 12 pound ham for $6.  we cut it in half and put it in the oven and ate it.  it was really salty.

  akira kurosawa thought at one point that he had run out of artistic steam.  he tried to kill himself because of it.  he lived through it, though, and put out more amazing work during his career, including madadayo, which means no, not yet, which was his last film to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9204408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9204408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9204408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9204408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/akira-kurosawa-thought-at-one-point.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-9073590</id><published>2002-01-26T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-26T13:43:38.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  changed up a few things, i'm sure it doesn't look so good on some browsers, i did away with all the tables and put everything in css-p.  the site seems to resemble a cross-type structure now, more than before, i think.  please let me know if it doesn't look so good on your browser.

  this morning, around 1130, some jehovah's witnesses knocked on my door.  they come 2 to 3 times a week, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/9073590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=9073590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9073590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/9073590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/and-considerably-is-putting-it.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8951731</id><published>2002-01-22T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T18:19:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes i find myself at the record store, for no apparent reason and i don't remember even going there.  it's like i'm leonard - "Okay, so what am I doing?  Oh, I'm chasing this guy. [Dodd stops, pulls out a gun and points it at Leonard.] No... he's chasing me."  i found myself in sonic boom today and i picked up a copy of the woke up falling record (on accident), i was in the record store and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8951731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8951731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8951731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8951731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/sometimes-i-find-myself-at-record.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8941395</id><published>2002-01-22T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-22T12:36:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two things: 

(1) watched series 7 last night, and aside from the girls vs. boys soundtrack, i thought the movie was pretty shitty.  the camera work was intentionally atrocious, trying to capture that "reality tv" feel, but looked more like someone just got a hold of dad's video camera.  the film didn't come off as clever or even scathing (which is kind of a surprise).  it just came off as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8941395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8941395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8941395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8941395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/two-things-1-watched-series-7-last.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8821141</id><published>2002-01-18T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-18T11:02:37.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  i had a dream last night:  i was in a conference room of some sort, and a guy i see everyone once in a while here in seatle was there, and i also went to highschool with him.  in fact, he and i share the same birthday.  well, we were standing at the front of the room, we're just talking and he has a set of sewing needles with him.  i think nothing of it, until he says, "i dare you to put one of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8821141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8821141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8821141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8821141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/second-later-i-wake-up.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8791582</id><published>2002-01-17T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-17T13:34:44.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i wake up in the morning, i look out my window to the right of my bed and stick my finger through the shades.  i pull down a little to see what the weather is like, and more often than not, it's overcast.  i stare down at my feet towards the clock, trying to see what time it is, but can't make it out, because i don't have my glasses on yet.  the minute i put on my glasses, everything comes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8791582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8791582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8791582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8791582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/when-i-wake-up-in-morning-i-look-out.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8727568</id><published>2002-01-15T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-15T15:31:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my favorite 3 parts of everynight fire works are: (1) the polaroid snapshot sounds in a-list actress right after bob says, "come and take a picture." (2) in what you're up against, when the overdubs kick in right after "time in" and bob sings "breathe in" and "breath out" right after "time out" so the words fall right in between spoken breaths.  (3) the odd time signature, syncopated drumming, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8727568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8727568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8727568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8727568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/my-favorite-3-parts-of-everynight-fire.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8613639</id><published>2002-01-11T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T16:54:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm not sure how long they've been running this feature, but the nytimes has been taking a dozen or so people in the industry and interviewing them about the films they picked.  here's wes anderson's pick: From Truffaut's Centimes, a Wealth of Inspiration</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8613639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8613639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8613639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8613639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/im-not-sure-how-long-theyve-been.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8612753</id><published>2002-01-11T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-11T16:14:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>because missy's is entertaining, why can't mine be?  my friday five:

1. What was your first job?  when i was 16, i started working at little caesar's pizza in richland.  brandon basically got me the job, 'cause he used to work there.  dustin, the manager was there, and said to brandon, "is he good?"  i was standing right in front of them.  it was funny.  i turned out to be a better worker than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8612753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8612753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8612753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8612753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/because-missys-is-entertaining-why.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8530281</id><published>2002-01-08T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-08T20:48:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in high school, i remember driving with my brother in his car, having freshly arrived in richland, washington and hating it before my feet even hit the pavement after i got out of the plane.  

he was listening to some tape some girl had given him, and i listened too.  i'd later find out that he had identified with the song, and little did i know that that would be my first introduction to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8530281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8530281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8530281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8530281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/in-high-school-i-remember-driving-with.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8452456</id><published>2002-01-06T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-06T01:33:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i almost put the first song off this record on here, but decided against it, because i think i like darling, applaud better.  i remember seeing camden in bellingham in the dimly lit basement of the 20th century bowl, with dozens of kids crowded around the band.  it wasn't tight, because the area was so expansive, but it was cozy.  the p.a. being used wasn't top notch, but watching them, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8452456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8452456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8452456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8452456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/i-almost-put-first-song-off-this.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8430028</id><published>2002-01-05T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-05T04:44:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i know, i know.  i don't know why i'm still up, but i am.  for some reason, i think that el scorcho is one of my favorite videos, despite it's relative plain-ness.  that version is a big one.  you can find smaller ones at weezer.net.  

also, i remember seeing this video a few weeks before christmas, and i regret not having said anything earlier, but it's a little late now.  it's a fun video to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8430028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8430028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8430028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8430028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/i-know-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8339053</id><published>2002-01-02T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-02T00:51:16.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back, but i'm still not ready to start making updates.  but i guess this is an update anyway.  i have no offerings of best of lists, music or otherwise, but i do have to say that the royal tenenbaums and lord of the rings where some of the best movies of last year.  

by and by, happy new year.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8339053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8339053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8339053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8339053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2002/01/im-back-but-im-still-not-ready-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-8193595</id><published>2001-12-25T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-25T20:55:23.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oddly enough, it took me a little while to get into my account, because for some reason, the password's changed on it.  anyways, i forgot to mention that i'm out of state until sunday, which means i'm without a decent internet connection.  come sunday, however, the chatter should continue as usual.  

have a good christmas.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/8193595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=8193595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8193595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/8193595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/12/oddly-enough-it-took-me-little-while.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7981911</id><published>2001-12-17T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-17T00:08:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>colder than usual.  i've had trouble keeping the temperature control in the house.  when i'm too cold, i turn on the heater, and it gets too hot for me two minutes later.  

the weekend is almost over.  listening to the nova scotia album that came out a few years ago - the circular ruins.  also on clear vinyl, available here.  the album is full of ebbs and swells, long one-note non-progressions</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7981911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7981911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7981911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7981911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/12/colder-than-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7891271</id><published>2001-12-13T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-13T00:33:50.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's raining here again.  sometimes, when it gets late, all i can listen to is something quiet, just someone and a guitar.  there are a few exceptions.  (1) being the spinanes' second album, strand, and the other being the weakerthans' left and leaving, specifically, this is a fire door, never leave open.  it doesn't matter if the guitars are loud, and the drums pound, because i can just relax </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7891271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7891271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7891271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7891271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/12/its-raining-here-again.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7823663</id><published>2001-12-10T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-10T19:33:53.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think that perhaps i could just write about the weather here everyday.

today was cold and wet.  my feet were wet, and i walked around the u-district.  it was cold and wet.  and then later, it was colder.  

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7823663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7823663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7823663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7823663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/12/i-think-that-perhaps-i-could-just.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7786222</id><published>2001-12-09T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-09T15:21:41.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's sunny here in seattle.  sunny, albeit a bit hazy now, but this morning, it was bright and the skies were blue.  the shades in my room weren't exactly open, but the light still came in.  it's cold, too.  cold and sunny is my favorite, and lazy sunday afternoons feel good, even if i'm not in new york, and even if it's not autumn anymore.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7786222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7786222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7786222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7786222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/12/its-sunny-here-in-seattle.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7764018</id><published>2001-12-08T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-08T16:41:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back.  i took the site down for a short while for a few reasons.  (1) being that i didn't enjoy writing on here as much, and wanting to refocus a bit on writing for myself, rather than other people (2) being that i could not get the re-design finished, and i was sick of looking at the other page.  this design wasn't what i intended, but it'll do for now.  

today, there's a secret stars </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7764018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7764018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7764018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7764018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/12/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7621703</id><published>2001-12-03T19:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-03T19:06:55.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the best?  the best is when you actually feel like your brain works.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7621703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7621703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7621703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7621703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/12/best-best-is-when-you-actually-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7523700</id><published>2001-11-29T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-29T23:20:31.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the other night i had this dream where i was standing on a stage with a room full of people.  i was dancing around, not knowing what exactly i was dancing to, until, from the back of the room the doors burst open and someone came out.

perhaps i was expecting a ton of people to come out of the door, because i was surprised, but only one person came out and was flying through the doors and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7523700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7523700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7523700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7523700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/other-night-i-had-this-dream-where-i.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7435569</id><published>2001-11-27T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-27T12:32:14.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the rat cat hogan show tonight was great, although it kept me up late.  see?  i am still up.  

what?  you didn't know there was a show tonight?  sorry.  short notice and all, but it was worth it.  there were quite a few acts, actually, and all were pretty good.  herbert scared me when he asked if i was playing tonight, and that i should play something should there be time.  thankfully, there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7435569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7435569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7435569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7435569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/rat-cat-hogan-show-tonight-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7356251</id><published>2001-11-23T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T18:18:33.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i think the single most gracious and sincere act i've encountered from a customer was yesterday, when a patron at the the theater looked at the 5 employees standing at the ush stand and said, "thanks everyone, for being here today, away from your families so that we could see a movie."

today was my last day at the metro.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7356251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7356251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7356251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7356251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/i-think-single-most-gracious-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7339760</id><published>2001-11-23T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-23T01:03:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what will happen in the morning, when the world it gets so crowded that you can't look out the window in the morning?:

jettas can take sharp corners at 35 mph.  on damp streets.  especially in kirkland.  as if to remind me that i am not in charge of other people's driving, no matter how much i would like to be, nor how much my berating them feels like it does.  nor does it guarantee that my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7339760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7339760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7339760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7339760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/what-will-happen-in-morning-when-world.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7333840</id><published>2001-11-22T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-22T18:31:02.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy thanksgiving, everyone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7333840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7333840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7333840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7333840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/happy-thanksgiving-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7270681</id><published>2001-11-20T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T10:15:31.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>boy what a load of horsecrap.  it's probably all a matter of what i've been listening to and when.  there are few absolutes when opinionating, and perhaps in a few years, i can take all that back.  5 years ago, i probably wouldn't have liked the stuff that i like now, and 5 years from now, i probably will like something different.  

but there has to be some sort of constant in there, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7270681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7270681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7270681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7270681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/boy-what-load-of-horsecrap.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7270586</id><published>2001-11-20T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-20T10:12:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a while ago, perhaps it was a few years ago, i sat around a table with a few of my friends somewhere. i'm not sure where, but most likely stella's (where we're usually gathered at night, because it's the only alternative to ihop and denny's in the u-district). i think we started talking about contemporary bands that lose it after a few albums (i think 3 was the key number) save for a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7270586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7270586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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whenever i see someone else out there driving like a maniac.  i'm sure that half the dirvers out there don't deserve the tirades that i give but i continue regardless.  i am guilty myself of perpretating the kinds of evils that i condemn on the roads, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7249538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7249538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7249538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7249538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/part-of-my-new-found-problem-with.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7246787</id><published>2001-11-19T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-19T13:25:53.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes during winter in seattle, we go through long day after long day of darkness.  i mean, the sun comes up, sure.  it's nothing like alaska, where it's dark for weeks at a time.  but to wake up, look outside, and see the light only fall upon things with a thin mask of illumination and never shine like it does in the summer, it's strange.  strange in the same manner when you wake up at 6 at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7246787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7246787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7246787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7246787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/sometimes-during-winter-in-seattle-we.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7190416</id><published>2001-11-16T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-16T23:45:20.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>at certain times of the day, when the mood is right (or absolutely wrong, depending on the situation), it is amazing how 3 minutes can change your perception.  this morning, death cab came to the rescue during a grouchy 4 hours of sleep morning.  it's the best when you're driving, and something comes on that you didn't expect to hear on the radio, and it brings you somewhere you didn't expect to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7190416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7190416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7190416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7190416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/at-certain-times-of-day-when-mood-is.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7123959</id><published>2001-11-14T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-14T13:14:54.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>okay, so i never got around to giving a favorite moments of whatever the hell i said.  i got around to thinking about it and how dumb an idea it was.  or maybe i'm just lazy.  

but no!  i'm not lazy, as i have worked a lot in the past week, and wrote a paper last night which came to its culmination during the wee hours of this morning.  at around 4 i finally put myself (and my paper) to rest.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7123959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7123959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7123959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7123959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/okay-so-i-never-got-around-to-giving.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7082653</id><published>2001-11-13T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-13T00:36:55.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just realized that when i was working at amazon, harry potter was the scourge that wore away at my nerves.  now that i'm at the theater, it's following me.  this weekend is going to be insane.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7082653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7082653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7082653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7082653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/i-just-realized-that-when-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7041898</id><published>2001-11-11T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T13:52:45.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i never wanna say my best days are behind me.  i never wanna be lukewarm.

oh yes, happy berfday dear blog.  it's been quite a year, hasn't it?  perhaps later i'll give a (overly egotistical and self-referential) favorite moments of blogdom, in hoping there will be more to come.

friday night, we all saw better off dead at the midnight showing at the egyptian.  i love that movie.  Now that's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7041898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7041898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7041898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7041898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/i-never-wanna-say-my-best-days-are.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-7031339</id><published>2001-11-11T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-11T00:37:02.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just watched traffic.  steven soderbergh never fails to amaze me.  taking on the cinematography duties was quite a step - the cinematography wasn't top notch, but it was distinct, which makes it better than the cinematography in more than half the films out there.  

and it wasn't just the clever (and blatantly simplistic) use of filters over the settings, or the constant use of handheld </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/7031339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=7031339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7031339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/7031339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/just-watched-traffic.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6947661</id><published>2001-11-07T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-07T12:47:56.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i just made a fool out of myself during a presentation today.  i wasn't prepared, and you'd think since you were an undergraduate in a graduate class, you'd work a little harder on your presentation so that people wouldn't think you were stupid, but i didn't think that way.  incidentally, i didn't think at all.  but maybe, since i am an undergraduate, people wouldn't think anything of it.  sadly,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6947661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6947661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6947661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6947661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/i-just-made-fool-out-of-myself-during.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6918529</id><published>2001-11-06T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-06T17:15:35.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>got some movies from netflix.com, but haven't watched them yet.  just figured out that their 2 week trial period is a scam, because it takes them a week to get the movies to you.  still, it's 3 free movie rentals.  alphaville, kikujiro, and traffic.  i've seen kikujiro, but not the other two films.  now the only thing i need to do is find the time to watch them.

i also saw battle royale a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6918529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6918529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6918529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6918529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/got-some-movies-from-netflix.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6831095</id><published>2001-11-02T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-02T23:18:17.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've been spending the last few days trying to construct a page in css, with not much luck.  also, i've been (re)discovering the wonders of bearshare (with just as little luck, as far as good music is concerned).  

i worked tonight at the metro, and it was hellish.  pushing popcorn to eager movie goers trying to push past the line so they can get good seats to monsters inc.  i saw it on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6831095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6831095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6831095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6831095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/11/ive-been-spending-last-few-days-trying.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6770097</id><published>2001-10-31T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-31T15:40:31.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>earlier today i got stuck on a computer that was teasing me.  i would click on something, and it would work for aobut 2 seconds, and then the computer would slow down and would take a couple minutes to finish the process.  i planned on posting, but by the time i was done with my homework, i had to go to class.  i wondered if anyone would notice that i had just hucked the fucker out the window, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6770097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6770097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6770097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6770097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/10/earlier-today-i-got-stuck-on-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6709201</id><published>2001-10-29T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-10-29T13:18:59.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>although halloween hasn't officially come and gone, we did have a party saturday night that was pretty successful.  i was a fairy (funny).  we put on cheesy (and disgusting) movies on the tv, and you'd know when something really bad was going to happen, because jason (who owned the movies), would stand up and walk out of the room (apparently fearing that someone would make the connection that the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6709201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6709201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6709201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6709201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/10/although-halloween-hasnt-officially.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6668384</id><published>2001-10-27T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-27T19:34:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nov. 11th, and the weblog will be 1 year old.  1 year is a long time for anything.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6668384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6668384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6668384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6668384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/10/nov.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6621524</id><published>2001-10-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-25T17:32:49.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>apparently, an electric space heater takes as much power as 40 flourescent lamps.  

i had my test today, which went okay, aside from me cracking jokes in japanese that my teacher didn't think were very funny.  in fact, they aren't especially in english.  the whole point is that they're in japanese.  i think they're only funny to those that are learning, because it's fun to do that when you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6621524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6621524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6621524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6621524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/10/apparently-electric-space-heater-takes.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6588232</id><published>2001-10-24T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T13:21:03.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh, but better yet: dexter, didi, and mandark.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6588232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6588232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6588232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6588232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/10/oh-but-better-yet-dexter-didi-and.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6588206</id><published>2001-10-24T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-24T13:20:12.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>thanks everyone (both of you) for your suggestions.  i will put them in a random lottery, and pick the winner out of a hat.  just kidding.  i don't know if i have the resources (or energy) to do some ot he costumes, although the suggestions are quite good.  i have a lot of school work that i've put off for this week, including an oral test (very funny) for japanese that i have tomorrow, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6588206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6588206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6588206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6588206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/10/thanks-everyone-both-of-you-for-your.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6535781</id><published>2001-10-22T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-22T15:30:36.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yeah - happy birthday, al.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6535781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6535781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6535781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6535781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/10/oh-yeah-happy-birthday-al.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6535767</id><published>2001-10-22T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-22T15:30:00.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>meant to update much earlier, but got sidetracked looking at some graduate schools.  i registered for graduation, and if all goes well, i should be done in june with two degrees under my belt - one in comparative literature and one in cinema studies.  i came upon a slew of posts that i had done a few months ago and wished i only had the time and energy to think of stuff as entertaining as i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6535767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6535767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6535767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6535767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/10/meant-to-update-much-earlier-but-got.html' title=''/><author><name>tim</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09854696637262313412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1355301.post-6493543</id><published>2001-10-20T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-20T19:48:40.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tim rocks, too.  but you all already knew that.

(i was really only invited to this club so i could post updates about our trip when Tim didn't want to.  i hope i don't get in trouble.  maybe you should all send emails saying how content you are knowing that a girl is being included in the posting power. but maybe only boys read this and you don't want to be troubled by girls anymore than you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/feeds/6493543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1355301&amp;postID=6493543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6493543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1355301/posts/default/6493543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heartmurmurs.blogspot.com/2001/10/tim-rocks-too.html' title=''/><author><name>alison</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13449941576907730565</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
