<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 16:29:37 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>EA(t)  A(t)  (j)OE'S</title><description>where friendly folks can gather and raise the rafters high
&lt;br&gt;with songs and tales from yesteryear until they say goodbye ...</description><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>251</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-8147347402251443655</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Nov 2008 06:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-30T01:44:52.692-05:00</atom:updated><title>holy sh*t</title><atom:summary type='text'>I just don't even know what to say, really.  I've been keeping track of the views to this site, and well, every so often one of you will check to see if I've said anything.  How?  Why?  Why would you keep coming back after eleven months of despair?  I don't have the answer.  But I'm glad you did.Maybe, just maybe, this might be worth keeping around.Oh, and I'm not reading LIFE OF PI anymore.  I </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-sht.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-3960066636039481724</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jan 2008 21:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-04T16:28:35.343-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>celebrities</category><title>P.S.: I'll tell the truth</title><atom:summary type='text'>I mean, I'm not going to lie to you in my second post of the year, so, that means I guess I have to tell the truth.  Which, well, to tell the truth, is not going to make me seem like the best person in the world.  On the other hand, telling the truth will raise my level of self-importance because, simply, I am telling the truth which so many people don't do nowadays.  And quite frankly, telling </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2008/01/ps-ill-tell-truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-108626127327051525</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-01T15:46:55.679-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>resolutions</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><title>Be Great in Oh Eight</title><atom:summary type='text'>With the dawning of a new year upon us, we take a mo' to pause and consider... I had one official resolution for 2007, and I failed - miserably.  All I asked was that I learn the guitar.  Alas, I picked up a guitar maybe three or four days in the entire year.  So, in 2008, I will once again make the attempt, although, maybe if I don't make it an official resolution, I won't be pressured, and then</atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2008/01/be-great-in-oh-eight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-449337028580951676</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2007 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-30T03:16:54.798-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><title>I believe I was the first to coin the phrase...</title><atom:summary type='text'>You Better Believe It!So, here I am (Yes, JJ), back.  For good?  Well, maybe for bad.  But, back at least for the time being temporarily.  It's tough writing a column all the time.  I mean, think about it.  Not only do I have to live my life, but write to my Dear Diary each evening and then fill all y'all in on it?  No wonder I'm writing this post at quarter past three in the morning in the </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-believe-i-was-first-to-coin-phrase.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-750959827389184893</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Dec 2007 18:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-27T13:52:39.615-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>equality</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>gripe</category><title>There's a Storm Comin'</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today, I simply applaud the prose of my buddy JJ over at As Little As Possible from December 12.  Yours truly was also raised Catholic, and having gone through a few angry years is coming back again... but it is sh*t like this, this intolerance, that makes me (and so many others) so angry.  I hope JJ is not upset by my reposting here... have an equal opportunity day everyone.Same-sex </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/12/storm-clouds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-6892927877288176851</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2007 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-26T12:09:31.438-05:00</atom:updated><title>Boxing Day</title><atom:summary type='text'>One month ago, when I wrote my last post, I never imagined it would have taken me so long to have something to say again.  Well, perhaps I did have things to say, I just didn't have the time (or the internet connection) to say them.  And now, perhaps I don't have anything relevant to say either, but here goes nothin'.1. Spending the winter in Florida is like swimming in the desert: it doesn't </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/12/boxing-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-314530888296403156</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Nov 2007 17:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-24T13:47:49.326-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>holidays</category><title>Rambling Holidays</title><atom:summary type='text'>There's nothing quite like this week of Thanksgiving. Seriously.It begins with anticipation - the eagerness for fun, family, food, friends, and naps. I start getting excited on Monday or Tuesday. Then, one has to worry about traveling, and getting those activities in order: plane tickets, cab fare, putting all your shampoo into little tiny bottles and then into plastic bags, getting to the </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/11/rambling-holidays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-8492136508189586560</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Nov 2007 18:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-20T14:36:05.536-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>holidays</category><title>My Favorite Holiday</title><atom:summary type='text'>Steve: "I'm fricking starving."Greg:  "Go get some food, a$$hole."This is my last day in New York for a while. I'm going home for Thanksgiving, and then I've taken a job out of town for a couple months, so I'm savoring my last moments here.  Savoring, as in, I'm spending all day cooped up in a former vault answering telephones.Thanksgiving is a great holiday.  My favorite I think.  There's </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-favorite-holiday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-4568992385673339399</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-19T15:25:37.293-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tv</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>broadway</category><title>Catching Up</title><atom:summary type='text'>What hasn't happened since last we spoke?Everyone's on strike, which is really throwing a wrench in the gears around here. Pretty soon we won't be seeing any new episodes of Grey's or 30 Rock, or worse, Gossip Girl.  I don't think the writers are coming back to work anytime soon.  And, the word on the street that the stagehands would come back tomorrow is definitely a false hope.  They've </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/11/catching-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-7889478037725172786</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2007 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-05T15:25:52.654-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><title>...Moving On Up</title><atom:summary type='text'>No worries. I am okay. And writing (almost) stream-of-consciousness today:I realized the last post was crazy and haphazard and made some of you worried or conerned for me and my life.  Well, almost immediately after I wrote it, my apartment was burglarized while I was there.  I'm not going to rehash the thing, but don't worry - I'm okay.  I was pretty shaken up about the whole thing, and ready to</atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/11/moving-on-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-6880901330728180021</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Nov 2007 21:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-01T17:41:16.590-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><title>Oh Brother</title><atom:summary type='text'>So, I'm a lazy ass.  I often wonder if all people are like this.  Or, would they be if they could be?  I mean, I am basically just scraping by.  I don't work enough hours to pay the bills, but I always seem constantly busy.  I think it's because I sleep most of the time.  I'm lazy.  And I make up excuses.Last night was Halloween (or, if you'd prefer Hallowe'en) and what did this guy do?  Well, I </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-brother.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-5941130032441899502</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Oct 2007 17:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-23T13:32:19.193-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>NYC Life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tv</category><title>Insider's Scoop</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's fun to live in New York when good things happen.  I was lucky enough last weekend to score passes to two movie screenings.  I will divulge a little here; not a lot, but enough to make you wish you were me (if you didn't already).AMERCIAN GANGSTERYeah, this comes out in a week or so, but it was nice to see the foreign press screening of it here in the city.  I guess I hadn't been reading up </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/10/insiders-scoop.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-6040163022465255425</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 01:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-16T21:52:16.612-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>music</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>tv</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>food</category><title>Weekenders.</title><atom:summary type='text'>I am at the end of my first real weekend in so long - two entire days off without other obligations, plans, activities, events, or other things to suck up my time.  Instead, I slept in, watched some TV, had a vocal coaching, ate, bought some new music, called people, went out for a lovely (and higher-than-i-really-should-have-paid) dinner where i ordered (gasp!) a glass of wine.  And so now, some</atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekenders.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-2310633432387004056</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-15T11:35:29.147-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>NYC Life</category><title>Splash.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Last night, I was walking with a friend of mine (we'll call him Tim) through Times Square after a really great (!) masterclass, which I should write about because it was amazing, but then this happened, which took the cake:EXT. NIGHT. CORNER OF 42ND STREET AND BROADWAY. Tim: Watch out!Me: What?WE HEAR A SPRAYING SOUND, LIKE IF SOMEONE WAS WASHING THE SIDE OF THEIR HOUSE, SPRAYING WATER AT IT FROM</atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/10/splash.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-8755414905411981778</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 17:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-14T13:33:32.906-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bedroom</category><title>Couldn't be Happier...</title><atom:summary type='text'>Oh! It is so wonderful. Mom and Dad drove up (down?) this weekend and brought my stuff. I feel like I'm at home again, now. Instead of being a guest living on an aerobed on the floor (which, remind me, I still have to get my $10 rebate on), I now am the proud owner of a real live boxspring. I have a chair, a rug, a desk, tv, blinds: the works! I want nothing more than to go home, sit down and </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/10/couldnt-be-happier.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-3527389720037363557</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Oct 2007 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-12T10:58:07.846-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>NYC Life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>bedroom</category><title>Sleeping on Air</title><atom:summary type='text'>I moved into a new apartment about a month ago.  Of course, as the world-weary traveler I am, I move from place to place with a large suitcase and a couple of duffle bags - not much.  Definitely not enough to furnish a room, let alone an entire apartment.So, my parents are driving in today, bed in tow.  Last night was the final time (for the forseeable [?] future) that I will sleep on my air </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleeping-on-air.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-4471611890048441821</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Oct 2007 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-09T14:56:26.407-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>NYC Life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>subway</category><title>Underground Old Woman Hatred</title><atom:summary type='text'>The other morning I was standing on the subway platform waiting for the train, which took FOREVER.  Like that kid from The Sandlot, you know, "for-ev-er."  Anyway, there was a little old lady with a pen in her hand in front of a Chase billboard.  She looked around to make sure noone was watching, which, of course, I was.  Anyway, she drew a large swastika on the person in the ad.  Then, she drew </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/10/underground-old-woman-hatred.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-6828321096658436294</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Oct 2007 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-03T11:34:42.714-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grey's anatomy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><title>Toe Skin</title><atom:summary type='text'>I am not going to discuss this past weekend except to say I think it was probably a good time.It's been a very crazy busy time, but I was able to spend a few minutes out with some friends last night.  Because I have no clean clothes left (thank goodness I have the afternoon off today to get it done, along with some shopping for items for my new bedroom!), I wore flipflops since my socks are all </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/10/toe-skin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-6685576486568212891</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Sep 2007 19:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-27T15:08:45.374-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>NYC Life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>celebrities</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>life</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>broadway</category><title>The Good the Bad... and well, i'm not ugly</title><atom:summary type='text'>There's some days that being in a big city is fun. Like today. The new mega-expensive musical, YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN is loading in currently. So, I walked by the loading dock this morning and saw lots of sets, costumes, etc. Woohoo, said I. Then, I had to let Bill Pullman into the building, and Judy Ivey came by to drop off some stuff, and Dallas Roberts walked out for a smoke break. Ah! On the </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-bad-and-well-im-not-ugly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-8727918721380529436</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 03:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-19T23:43:35.449-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>pinkins</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>movies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>grey's anatomy</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>andrews</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>broadway</category><title>Two Happy Endings</title><atom:summary type='text'>Julie and the BeatlesACROSS THE UNIVERSE has its moments, but in all, I guess I just didn't like it.  Don't get me wrong, FRIDA is one of my favorites, but this one just doesn't have that same spark.  Of course, it would have been better after a few magical brownies ("reefer madness, reefer madness!")... Some very touching scenes, neat colors and spectacle, but overall rather blah.I Was Going to </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/09/two-happy-endings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-269487842886108371</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Sep 2007 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-16T11:36:41.299-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>celebrities</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>barry manilow</category><title>His name was Rico...</title><atom:summary type='text'>It had been an early morning. I arrived early to the airport, and actually was seated on an earlier flight than I was scheduled for. We landed at JFK and sat on the tarmac for about thirty minutes before we could deplane. But, eventually we did, and I airtran'd it to the subway and got to my new apartment around noon.By mid-afternoon, it was time to go. A new (we worked together this summer) </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/09/his-name-was-rico.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-8959367310819677275</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 Sep 2007 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-09T17:05:06.278-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>do-over</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>blogging</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>failure</category><title>Autumn of Awareness, and Action</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've failed you as a friend and a confidant, but, if you'll have me, I'd gladly take you back.  My "summer in the hills" has come to a close, my retreat to the homeland is nearing its end, and the return to life in the big city all but a reality at this point.  I am making it an autumn of awareness, these next few months: aware of my struggling pocketbook, distant friend contact, lack of </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn-of-awareness-and-action.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-1273886443738993016</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Jul 2007 17:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-17T13:54:14.883-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>harry potter</category><title>Back in Business and Ain't it Grand</title><atom:summary type='text'>Well, I actually am alive, contrary to popular belief.  I don't want you to get teary-eyed or anything, but I'm glad you're here.  I got my stats-report in the email last week and see that there are a couple of you (I don't know who you are, I just know you're there) who continue to check the site to see if I've said anything.  And I know I've been a disappointment.But now, about six weeks since </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-in-business-and-aint-it-grand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-7152424354587839942</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 16:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-01T12:04:34.446-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>NYC Life</category><title>Leaving on a jet plane...er...trailways...</title><atom:summary type='text'>This is it. The end of the road and the beginning of the highway. I have spent all of 2007 in New York so far.  And tomorrow I leave for the mountains for the summer. Keep your fingers crossed that I'll be able to communicate with y'all still... and that I don't fall into the river and get rushed into the ocean and end up in the Bermuda Triangle somewhere.  I guess if I did, though, it would be </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/06/leaving-on-jet-planeertrailways.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17694918.post-8326478147175216060</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 May 2007 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-29T13:36:43.119-04:00</atom:updated><title>wishing and hoping</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's almost here.  The sweet sounds of summer.  Warm breezes.  Laughter and frivolity.  So, I woke up this morning to the warm breeze coming in through the window.  And I wanted to just roll over and close my eyes for a little while longer, then get up and have a leisurely breakfast, and take a dive into the ocean.  Of course, I'm not even near the ocean.  Nor do I have time for a leisurely </atom:summary><link>http://aplaceiveneverseen.blogspot.com/2007/05/wishing-and-hoping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Beedow)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>