<?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-12314684</id><updated>2011-08-19T01:18:12.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gnat's Trumpet</title><subtitle type='html'>"Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former." - Albert Einstein</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegnatstrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12314684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegnatstrumpet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Gnat's Trumpet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01122272089379742265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4037/788/1600/TGT-Portrait-sized.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12314684.post-8457212397166734223</id><published>2010-03-22T23:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:19:50.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gradually became aware that I was sitting on a small cart. It was travelling slowly along a narrow concrete track heading down a hill. 

I knew I had seen these types of carts and tracks before, but I couldn’t immediately remember what they were called or where I’d seen them.  I thought about it for a few moments trying to work it out as my cart made its way down the hill and then it came to me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegnatstrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/8457212397166734223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12314684&amp;postID=8457212397166734223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12314684/posts/default/8457212397166734223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12314684/posts/default/8457212397166734223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegnatstrumpet.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-gradually-became-aware-that-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>The Gnat's Trumpet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01122272089379742265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4037/788/1600/TGT-Portrait-sized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12314684.post-4585308916222968900</id><published>2009-12-01T00:29:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T23:37:36.147-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I.</title><summary type='text'>I met my fiancée while we were both in college.  Actually, come to think of it, met is probably not the right word. The word met implies an event, a discrete moment prior to which one does not know the person in question and after which one does. There was no such moment, none that remains in my memory anyway. A better way to describe my coming to know her would be to say that she gradually </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegnatstrumpet.blogspot.com/feeds/4585308916222968900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12314684&amp;postID=4585308916222968900&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12314684/posts/default/4585308916222968900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12314684/posts/default/4585308916222968900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegnatstrumpet.blogspot.com/2009/12/meeting-my-wife-part-ii.html' title='I.'/><author><name>The Gnat's Trumpet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01122272089379742265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4037/788/1600/TGT-Portrait-sized.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
