<?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-3965530</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:57.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out on the Western Slopes</title><subtitle type='html'>strange and funny thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-114893384896792749</id><published>2006-05-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:17:28.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The long gap since last post is inexcusable for a blogging person so maybe I am simply NOT a diarist - but it did help me vent a lot back then - it's June 2006 so almost 2 years later and many changes have gone down, like a major move to Phoenix to assume a mgmt position in a restaurant - I was going to be promoted to a Manager in old job on the phones selling orthotics to pods and orthos </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/114893384896792749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/114893384896792749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2006_05_28_archive.html#114893384896792749' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-109966918326441654</id><published>2004-11-05T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T07:39:43.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Bush won...so what? What irks me is the Republicans attitude that they "swept" the nation when in reality they won by a very slim margin (3%) and the truth is, almost as many who wanted him didn't - so Cheney's remarks on their acceptance were such noxious pompous spin I had to turn it off and watch a DVD instead - God help us, but this too will pass...I was surprised by several friends out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/109966918326441654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/109966918326441654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109966918326441654' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-109915146096501278</id><published>2004-10-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T08:51:00.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow it has been a long time...but life marches on and changes flow as always - been through hell in a job since last June - yes it's inside sales again folks but that's my life (at work) - time to create a new idea and launch it online - tired of hawking other people's goods for a measely commission - but then again gotta pay the bills -This change coincides with lunar eclipse last WED, which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/109915146096501278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/109915146096501278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109915146096501278' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-107665578869269797</id><published>2004-02-12T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T23:06:13.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - if Bush wants to talk about Mars then let him but anyone who is sane should know that all these allocations of billions of dollars for his buddies in the contracting world is bullshit - we don't need to explore another planet when our own is in such dissarray and disrepair - we have disease famine starvation lack of decent living conditions lack of clean water, land to cultivate and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/107665578869269797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/107665578869269797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107665578869269797' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-106610098948607944</id><published>2003-10-13T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:09:49.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's been a long time...working  - commutting, being a rat in the race through the summer months - cascading throgh time unawares of its passing (nearly) and now as fall blooms towards the anniversary of this blog (altho I have been quite remiss in being a diarist) I return on the heels of an evening spent watching Joni Mitchcell's DVD bio...what an amazing talent - I mean I always knew what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/106610098948607944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/106610098948607944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106610098948607944' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-94401585</id><published>2003-05-15T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T10:49:57.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>back from the dead!?! Quit that job - after 30 days of heavy work it resulted in a very low comm sale - so the future looks dim for that - going back to old co. I guess to resume what I know - yeah it's a grind but with new location and setup could be good - bottom line - I need money - FAST - gotta pay off many things by years end and this has to pay out asap - plus can do many things here </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/94401585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/94401585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94401585' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-93434289</id><published>2003-04-28T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T18:06:52.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the big news? new job is finally settling in and the possibility of money is better now - at least so it seems - with any kind of commission deal it takes a lot of work - this is a 3 call close at least - but should be able to knock down a few in the next couple of weeks - still keeping my eye out tho - big challenge? lose 15 lbs per Dr's orders - mainly for the BP - it isn't that high but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/93434289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/93434289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93434289' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-92388985</id><published>2003-04-10T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T15:48:07.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I have been away due to PC problems - been on the laptop for weeks but have been job hunting - amazing how many 1099 opps there are but few witrh base salary and benefits - getting an offer now but very uncertain of the way company is being run - seems like the guy at the top is a control freak and does everything himself...which slows the processes way down - not so sure about taking what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/92388985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/92388985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92388985' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-91068576</id><published>2003-03-20T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T15:38:55.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well after 7 years and 11 months the company decided to lay me off yesterday upon return from a 4 day vacation east for my niece Leslie's wedding - it was a great time seeing Elina (my daughter) and rest of the family - got up to Boston too to see Gordy and Gerry/Amy /Bob - old friends for years- anyway was a bit surprised (but not really) to have them usher me out first thing yesterday - am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/91068576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/91068576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91068576' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-90548693</id><published>2003-03-11T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T14:50:10.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay - the power of manifestation is working ...I like it - why do I become such a doubting Thomas so easily? My birthday approaches in a few weeks and I am pretty laid back about it - after all I am almost 52 but maybe most people wouldn't see it in my face - I mean I don't look like a young man but I also don't look like most people's fathers...must be those UFO abductions..keeping me young! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/90548693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/90548693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90548693' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-90471242</id><published>2003-03-10T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T14:43:52.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spent most of last week going full tilt at work and it paid off - manifested some good deals which will bring in immediate cash this week - but still got a ways to go before I exit my personal recession...trip east coming in a few days - hard to believe I will be gone for 6 days from home - feels a little weird after spending so much time there - of course this is the first home I have ever owned</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/90471242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/90471242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90471242' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-90273159</id><published>2003-03-06T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T10:43:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cowboy movies always show that the one with the gun gets his way - kind of like GW...doesn't matter what anyone else thinks - he's gonna start the war anyway - and in the meantime charge us gas prices out the wazoo - what a guy - maybe there's bad people around the world and maybe life isn't fair - we have a LONG WAY to go before anything gets equalled out if it ever does - so what we need is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/90273159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/90273159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90273159' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-90072800</id><published>2003-03-03T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T14:22:07.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>well I skipped several days but needed the rest mentally and physically - reading the Power of Now - very interesting - nothing new but as most books of this nature always a good reminder - had a relaxed weekend - saw friends play Fri nite - played lots of guitar Sat and did same on Sun - rode motorcycle and visited friends I haven't seen for several years - was good - since I met them thru my ex</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/90072800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/90072800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90072800' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-89793621</id><published>2003-02-26T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T12:53:34.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I went back through all my archives in the relatively short time I have been posting to this blog I would no doubt see patterns of mood swings and other self-revealing insights...will have to do just that soon as my PC gets repaired and I can copy them for my files - I have to laugh at myself to see me go through the same isues over and over - obviously this school of life is meant to drill it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89793621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89793621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89793621' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-89744894</id><published>2003-02-25T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-26T11:16:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate it when computers break down! esp as I know little about all the gobblydegook languages inside the BIOS and the start up menus...and marvel watching the guys who do know it as they whiz thru it all like lightning - and, being so internet dependent now it's like not getting my fix to be shut off from email - amazing how quickly one gets used to having such vast information at one's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89744894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89744894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89744894' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-89522123</id><published>2003-02-21T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-25T16:45:27.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose if we all had our hedonistic ways we'd be home all day in front of the tube, eating pizza and haagen-daz, masturbating then napping - but even with 125+ cable channels there's nothing great on, pizza gets cold and weird - ice cream melts or you have to get up to get more or go out and buy some, and you can only nap so long - oh yeah that other thing - I guess that's an individual </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89522123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89522123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89522123' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-89323955</id><published>2003-02-18T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T12:05:51.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post weekend run to Vegas where we ate and played and didn't lose money! but also didn't win big, but Vegas has an air of desperation that is weird to be around - and what a zoo of people - man you see all prototypes of humanity there and most of it looks like what should be lost in the next flood - sorry to say it but we (Americans) at least from the cross-section iewed in Veags have become fat,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89323955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89323955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89323955' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-89060639</id><published>2003-02-13T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T11:50:09.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This year Valentine's will be in Vegas with my wife (and in-laws) - romance is still alive but subdued by current events and looming job displacement for her - hard to keep the fire burning when the day to day makes all mundane things too familiar - passion is ignited by mystery and after a while couples get to see the whole enchilada of their mates so the mystery is pretty much discovered in all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89060639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/89060639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89060639' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-88881597</id><published>2003-02-10T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T16:46:14.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so I don't blog every day... I used to, but life keeps accelerating and the scenery going by is blurry...work is slow and despite escaping the Mercury retrograde of last month, it feels even weirder lately -  my beaming astrological forecast notwithstanding...the band sounded better than ever so I am relaxed about the next gig -the boys know me and know what to do - even tho I had no idea what we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88881597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88881597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88881597' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-88675652</id><published>2003-02-06T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T16:09:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So - we got to war despite the outcry of millions who ask "what for" and Colin poweel tries to close us with his pitch to the UN and of course all the major news station show sound bites of people agreeing with him only - no one disagreeing or being possibly treasonous...which is where we are headed - like 1939 Germany - disagree with the status quo and you are suspect - free thinkers will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88675652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88675652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88675652' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-88497937</id><published>2003-02-03T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T15:32:02.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new month and new possibilities - I realize now that I am letting the mind run rampant too much and also not exercising to relieve stress and fatigue my mental runoff - so getting a little too wound up about things - but also coming through that realizing that i have the power to focus on what's essential - maybe the Mercury Retrograde thing was for real after all! I guess that's why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88497937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88497937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88497937' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-88351174</id><published>2003-01-31T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T15:18:50.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah the last day of the 1st month - how quickly it went - a harbinger of how fast 2003 will fly by - and a warning to me to get plans in motion now before too much gets past me - it's time to branch out and make millions yet assuage the fears of the sweet petite who craves security and comfort...I like it too but also thrive on challenges and living on the edge - that's the only way you getthe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88351174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88351174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88351174' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-88283992</id><published>2003-01-30T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T15:14:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's good to get with someone you have known for a long time but don't see often and hang out - did that last night with Joe Lynn - had a few beers and chatted about everything concerning our lives - especially at our current ages - he with girlfriend of 20 years younger and me with wife 7 years my junior - also the workings of life in general and the thoughts that race through our heads - how we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88283992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88283992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88283992' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-88183862</id><published>2003-01-28T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T11:55:39.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love the fact that I have always had psychic friends - esp one or two pros - I can get readings and general indications of what's ahead or at least reassurnace from them that things will be okay - sure I can tell myself that but as always it's when you hear it from someone else that it sinks in - so when Gordon Banta @gordonbanta.com says the future is bright then I feel better esp. when there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88183862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/88183862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88183862' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87980731</id><published>2003-01-24T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T15:07:00.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw The Chieftains - a traditional Irish music group last night - now here's a testimony to men doing music all their lives and loving it -  40 years and 41 albums made...whoa you gotta respect that and their chops are amazing - did a good show - not just a bunch of old guys - but added Irish dancers - both adults and kids and singers and more - as  player myself I liked seeing another culture's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87980731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87980731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87980731' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87921521</id><published>2003-01-23T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-24T14:34:53.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a commuter I have recently checked out various books on tape from my local library - it's great since there is so little of interest in the pop music world these days and the smooth jazz gets old fast - have knocked out quite a few in the last few months and it really helps pass the time - best yet is Still the Mind, by Alan Watts, deceased but famed Buddhist philosopher of the 60's-70's  - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87921521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87921521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87921521' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87853757</id><published>2003-01-22T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-22T11:02:01.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why is it I am always torn between the material and the spiritual? Everytime I get focused on making money something comes up to remind me that this is all an illusion and my ego is a dream that thinks money is the answer when in fact I am ALL and a point of reference in the universe representing its totality within myself - unbounded by this body and its sensory perceptions and regardless of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87853757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87853757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87853757' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87697677</id><published>2003-01-19T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-19T15:11:06.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The day after...The Jaminators frist PAID gig! Yo dad! - well it went well - a lot of work hauling all the gear there and back which I have not done for quite some time - so today...I am SORE! But the fans and friends who attended thought we were great and running it all through my own PA (as originally planned way back in the beginning) was perfect - great monitor sound and we all had a good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87697677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87697677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_19_archive.html#87697677' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87593693</id><published>2003-01-17T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T07:46:48.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The unknown lurks around every corner...it's how we face it that matters in life and defines out character and beliefs - both in ourselves and in our perceptions of reality -If we believe we can handle what comes along we will and rise to the occasion - no matter what - this doesn't mean we won't feel pain or get carved out by sadness and carry holes in our hearts reminding us of losses but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87593693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87593693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87593693' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87537692</id><published>2003-01-16T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-16T07:59:12.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The concept of tempatation is very interesting - I mean we all live together under an agreement of rules that are really just habitually formed social mores that define civility among a large group of people and the news stories sensationalize the .002 percent of the people who wig out and do something outside the norm so we have to have gun control, more police and politicians getting paid even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87537692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87537692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87537692' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87431122</id><published>2003-01-14T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-14T11:26:34.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a young naive boy in CT I spent my time running in the rolling wooded hills in t - shirt, bare feet and cut off jeans with my Irish setter by my side, exploring a world of fantasy and imagination before the houses encroached on the open fields and pastures and became a suburban neighborhood - my mind was unconcerned by worries of the material world and as I grew and hormones kicked in, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87431122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87431122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87431122' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87366878</id><published>2003-01-13T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-13T11:47:10.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the weekend blew by but a lot got done - another employee left work - off to find less stress and regular pay...spent the day Sat with my son trying to upgarde my PC but instead ran into a semi-fatal static shock that killed the power and video - may have to buy a new PC! ...went out Sat night for dinner/movie date with my wife - very nice! - Rehearsed Sunday for the next gig this Sat - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87366878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87366878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_12_archive.html#87366878' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87242435</id><published>2003-01-10T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-10T16:33:29.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It'as amazing what an attitude change can make - they say thinking creates emotions and I believe more and more it's true - brood on something negative and it gets worse - focus on the brighter side of things and you are more quick to smile - lighten up and be cool about it all - Tom Robbins Jitterbug Perfume has a great section where Akbar goes to the afterlife and sees hundreds of people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87242435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87242435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87242435' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87188363</id><published>2003-01-09T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-09T15:23:23.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thought of the day - there's more here than meets the eye...this world is at times lovely and horrifying, a taskmaster and a nightmare, a slice of heaven and a morass of despair...yet what governs the take on all this? the senses? one's preception? - which, is based on so many uinquely individual characteristics that there is no way one can compare it to anything or use it as a basis for true </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87188363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87188363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87188363' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87084063</id><published>2003-01-07T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-07T16:08:37.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tom Leykis says the hot chicks are in the big cities trolling for men with money - all the A grade glam people - so in the outskirts we're stuck with the B and C grade people right? Do we all have to be perfect and look like someone on TV who fits a marketing mold? Glamour is a strange phenomenon in this age and we need to let it go just like we need to let go of the need to preen, smoke, pollute</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87084063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87084063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87084063' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-87033665</id><published>2003-01-06T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T17:06:46.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Skeptic or believer? Life after death or six feet under? which is the truth here? At age 14-17 I was reading Lobsang Rampa stories by candlelight, listening to vinyl records (remember them?) - a stack of faves - Carnival of the Animals, Paul Horn in Taj Mahal, Yellow Submarine Soundtrack - Nutcracker Suite and Ravi Shankar - and I loved the tales of this guy getting the holy shit beat out of him </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87033665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/87033665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87033665' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86841562</id><published>2003-01-02T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-01-02T12:16:24.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah resolutions! I have a good list of them already made yesterday over several cups of coffee - and I guess I have re-discovered my optimism at least for myself - my philosophy has been that we make mistakes and screw up all the time and if we learn from these lessons and refuse to repeat those gaffes we eliminate "what not to do" and wind up (in the long run) doing the right thing for what we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86841562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86841562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86841562' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86764003</id><published>2002-12-31T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-31T14:13:50.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it's the final day of the year and while it ain't over yet I am posting while I have time to reflect on the many things that went by - it has been a hard one - 10% less productive work wise than 2002, and down 35% from my peak in 2000 -the months have slipped by - summer hardly made an appearance, being cool and cloudy most of the time with the Oxnard weather primarily being dark and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86764003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86764003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86764003' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86717921</id><published>2002-12-30T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-30T16:16:27.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are seduced by the media - in so many ways - to lust for other things, images of places, people and possessions that lure us into debt, unethical treatment of ourselves and others and a longing for something to fill the aching void that being fidgety around the house never quite fills - all sorts of hobbies and projects - surfing the web primarily roots us to chairs facing screens full of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86717921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86717921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86717921' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86667540</id><published>2002-12-29T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-29T12:09:18.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunday! yikes - guess I am blowing the daily entry record bigtime - but hey it's the holidays and other stuff is happening - worked as much as was possible Friday - then rushed howm to fix watr leak in nbew fridge - ah the homeowner's life! Sat we prepped for the big party we'd planed for after Thanksgiving but had to postpone due to Sherry's illness - was a blast - great food - the right people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86667540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86667540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_archive.html#86667540' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86576990</id><published>2002-12-26T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-26T21:58:27.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Xmas was nice - mellow and with family - both our sons attended Xmas Eve and Xmas Day dinners (a first for the step-son!) so my wife was very happy - went to see Two Towers with my boy and it was way cool - I've read this story over 6 times in my life and also have BBC CD version top listen to now and then in the car - but the movie has finally done justice to the epic by Tolkien and I can't wait</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86576990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86576990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86576990' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86447294</id><published>2002-12-23T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-23T12:02:16.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been off the blog a few days - but busy - The Jaminators played Friday nite to rave reviews of friends, family and total strangers! All the songs went off well we all remembered the arrangements and played well - pics were taken, songs were recorded live, so once it's all set up will load up The Jaminator website for all who stumble across this blog - Sat was Len's annual Xmas party in Pacific </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86447294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86447294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_22_archive.html#86447294' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86283844</id><published>2002-12-19T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T12:03:15.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With the countdown to Christmas Day getting under 7 days I am still at a loss to buy things for family and friends at least as much as I can afford- I realize that giving has to be all year and not in one big glop at Xmas - still there's so much you want to give once you get your engines running - it's been hard this year to adhere to holiday "policies" of behavior - just another day in many ways</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86283844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86283844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86283844' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86257334</id><published>2002-12-18T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-18T21:52:20.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Full Moon tonight and I feel the chill in the western skies like I did in my Colorado days and it feels like Winter and Xmas at last - of course the sun still shines and there's no snow but the air is crisp and the sky has that inky clarity, full of the pin prick stars often seen in higher altitudes - In fact it IS almost Winter - in 3 days actually to the Solstice which as any metaphysician </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86257334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86257334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86257334' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86205921</id><published>2002-12-17T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-17T21:57:42.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hard to fathom that we are almost through 2002 - and this year maybe due to all the "terror" in the air it's been really hard to get into the holidays - starting with Halloween - but the gifting process is rewarding and I'm spending more money than planned like last year - but to selected family members this time - the nuclear family is spread all over the US by now but still they come first - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86205921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86205921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86205921' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-86125734</id><published>2002-12-16T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T12:09:44.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw a very talented guitarist - Jeff Linksy - on Sat night - a small concert in Covina - very intimate and what a talent! proves to me (as a fellow guitarist) that practice makes perfect! Literally in this guy's case...I was lucky to have hooked up with his brother Steve recently so as to be able to go -  The Jaminators rehearsed Sat and Sun sounding the best yet so the gig this Friday night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86125734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/86125734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86125734' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85969749</id><published>2002-12-13T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-13T16:24:59.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah the working world - male competition and back stabbing - the preferential treatment of those who kiss ass and brown nose - and the mgmt that buys the pitch of the slick manipulators and gives up the goods only to be burned later and never learn - this is what many men face daily - when they push you to perform (supposedly with no limits) then cut back your territory because there's "too much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85969749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85969749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85969749' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85917098</id><published>2002-12-12T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-12T15:20:41.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is getting smaller every year and every year passes more quickly - the global new world order is germinating quickly and it remains to be seen what will emerge - I wonder if we will manage to raise the standard of living and educate the masses here in America as to what the priorities of life really are...will there ever be an end to glamour as we know it so that women can become people</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85917098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85917098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85917098' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85841714</id><published>2002-12-11T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-11T07:47:09.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oops missed another day - actually started writing but I was at work and just couldn't concentrate...it's interesting at this time of year to get into the card thing - you know exchanging cards with people you otherwise don't say much to throughout the year - took a digital pic of my wife and I before heading out to one of those cheap "pro" sittings where if you like the pics you buy the package </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85841714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85841714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85841714' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85753204</id><published>2002-12-09T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-09T16:13:51.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a society consumed with money and working daily in a job that is centered around sales and running a business based on cash flow, I find myself wrestling constantly with the idea of making money effortlessly - I mean sure I want to win the sweepstakes or lotto tomorrow and have no worries fro the rest of my life - yet I also still carry around the idea that I have to earn it all with sweat and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85753204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85753204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85753204' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85692702</id><published>2002-12-08T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-10T11:44:18.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The simple pleasures of life mean the most - coffee and the morning crossword is my weekly quiet time and my wife respects this and even if up retreats to the bedroom for a quick read of the paper and back into dreamland til 9 or so - I'm reading the Sunday papers from 7:30 with coffee in the brewer and happy to be alone in the solitude of my ambient music CD's...It doesn't take long for my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85692702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85692702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_08_archive.html#85692702' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85671687</id><published>2002-12-07T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-07T23:33:34.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was pretty (great clouds) and cool (in CA) and music was made in the garage without the drummer due to a nasty Sat work schedule - when I work on my music it always amazes me how easily I can memorize other people's songs and how difficult it is to recall my own  - meaning lyrically - not sure why this is - but it takes me a long time to get away from the cheat sheets that often follow me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85671687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85671687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85671687' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85596372</id><published>2002-12-06T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-06T08:08:41.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When I won a DVD player at work 2 years ago, I also got a subscription to Netflix and online DVD rental system that mails you as many movies as you can watch at one fee per month (fee varies depending on ho many titles you have at one time) and in the course of two years I have now seen over 250 films of all kinds - what's more they allow you to rate all the movies you have seen and although they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85596372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85596372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85596372' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85575839</id><published>2002-12-05T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-05T20:35:10.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is a boat on the ocean of events, emotions, circumstances, bad weather, good fortune, piracy and warfare, commerce, periods of dead calm and other periods of big waves - the kind that make you wonder if the sky is still up there - and we all have our own kinds of boats which can certainly determine how we navigate the waters, but one thing is constant - the ride always goes up and down...the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85575839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85575839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85575839' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85486660</id><published>2002-12-04T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-04T15:50:41.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think about mediating all the time, so am I meditating on the concept of meditation? It bothers me that I can take my vitamins, shower and shave daily, go to work during normal hours, but have a hard time sitting still for 10-20 minutes or for that matter moving like crazy to work out! The mind wanders amazingly during the course of any given day and most of it blows by like clouds - yet it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85486660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85486660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85486660' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85429776</id><published>2002-12-03T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-03T10:56:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what happened yesterday: well for one I missed blogging because it was the first day back from the 4 day weekend and because in my efforts to modify the template, I screwed it up so bad it wouldn't post - however, my son rescued me (he's a webmaster...so you'd think it might run in the family, but no!) so, the child became the father to man so to speak as he walked me through what to do over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85429776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85429776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85429776' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85364418</id><published>2002-12-01T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T21:44:33.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading the LA Times book review section about the new unauthorized bio of Chuck Berry (Brown Eyed Handsome Man) - it says the book is good but doesn't get to the heart of what inspired ol Chuck to write what he did or why his work became such a seminal force in early rock n roll - Yet he has taught almost all the guitarists of the world - some of which are stars in their own right, due to this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85364418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85364418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85364418' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85300991</id><published>2002-11-30T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-30T11:00:10.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's getting to where the holiday splurges of food and wine and other non-daily diet items smell and look good but after ingestion feel lousy - the simple act of eating what you normally don't has an effect on the system that is amazing to experience - so I conclude that saving yourself for the holiday binge is a bad idea - be better to acknowledge the tradition and just eat what you're used to -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85300991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85300991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85300991' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85285369</id><published>2002-11-29T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-29T22:54:59.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, who says you can't accomplish a lot in one day? Played early a.m. horseshoes (still the champ!), put up the Xmas lights (icicles - 1st on the block!) worked on my personal website with my son's help (link coming soon), played my new spare Strat, went to Trader Joe's for an emergency unemployment grocery fillup for the boy (and nabbed him a pair of Payless shoes), came back for more website </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85285369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85285369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85285369' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85223093</id><published>2002-11-28T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-28T12:21:47.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Started to post earlier but, T-day prep called and my brother-in-law came over on his Harley - so we took a short morning ride - me on my Yamaha Silverado (twice the bike at half the price! {I love saying that}) through the back roads of east Ventura County...out among the orchards and big spreads owned by ranchers for horses or citrus -  where Steve McQueen used to ride - and man it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85223093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85223093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85223093' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85166429</id><published>2002-11-27T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T08:14:33.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So we come to the holiday season tomorrow - one for giving thanks for all we have - one for touching base with family members we may have neglected too long this year or in the whirlwind of our own private universes, totally forgotten - but then again this has been a hell of a year - either reaching out to maintain connections or staring into the future (ala tunnel vision) holding on to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85166429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85166429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85166429' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85114094</id><published>2002-11-26T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-26T08:29:45.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I once read that Armageddon is in the mind - life changes our perspectives as we mature, grow, move, learn of other beliefs/cultures and experience LIVING itself - it changes us forever and we cannot go back, despite waves of nostalgia that wash over us when the encroaching future seems too much - The conflicts in the world are born of language culture and beliefs - we all want to know WHY things</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85114094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85114094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85114094' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85058342</id><published>2002-11-25T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-25T07:57:56.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday Monday - I'm sore from chores and lifting PA speakers and ready for yet another day off but have to be compensated by the short work week before Thanksgiving - time to get to the salt mines and grind my nose down a but more- Played music with my boys yesterday after a few weeks off and we are going to play a date in December via bassist's connection in town - he can get us in without the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85058342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85058342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85058342' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-85018607</id><published>2002-11-24T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T12:22:48.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, just getting started and missed a day already...hmmm...well they say that the 23rd of any month has significance and if you are a fan of Robert Anton Wilson, then you know what I mean - some conspiracy theorists believe that 'magical' or life altering events in the span of history have either happened on the 23rd or involved the number 23 - why? it's a mystery. Maybe because 2 is the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85018607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/85018607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85018607' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-84929056</id><published>2002-11-22T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T08:29:38.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm thinking about all the things I want to do in life and all the things I've thought of doing but haven't yet, for a million excuses. And as Pink Floyd says, "one day you look to find, ten years have got behind you - no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun". Aren't we all like this? Planning to get to 'Someday I'll" and never quite making it? It's so easy to be an observer and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/84929056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/84929056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84929056' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3965530.post-84910917</id><published>2002-11-21T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T22:19:34.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Launching this at last to the sad news of a good friend's passing - although we have not seen each other in many years, the time we shared lives on in my memory and a stream of grief flows through me, knowing he will not have his music heard again or his angry rants and arguments for the things that moved him to speak - so much death in thew world - we become numb when the nightly news splashes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/84910917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3965530/posts/default/84910917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theslopes.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84910917' title=''/><author><name>tom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668306310351489276</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></entry></feed>
