<?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-12895543</id><updated>2011-07-28T06:09:52.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Postmodern Pensees</title><subtitle type='html'>"Too much and too little wine. Give him none, he cannot find truth; give him too much, the same." ~ Blaise Pascal

Explorations in Sex, Spirituality, Love, Philosophy, Meaning, Mortality, Alcohol and More.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-3410286677247303079</id><published>2010-10-26T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:30:54.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relational Animals</title><summary type='text'>In these) pages you will find blog articles that comprise the book "Postmodern Pensees" ("Pensees" is the French word for thoughts and often associated with the philosopher Blaise Pascal and his book. Happy reading. All content is copyrighted and owned by Christopher C. MacDonald.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/3410286677247303079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=3410286677247303079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/3410286677247303079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/3410286677247303079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2010/10/relational-animals.html' title='Relational Animals'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-3171815714066127815</id><published>2009-01-08T16:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T16:42:45.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blood of Eden</title><summary type='text'>"Blood Of Eden"I caught sight of my reflectionI caught it in the windowI saw the darkness in my heartI saw the signs of my undoingThey had been there from the startAnd the darkness still has work to doThe knotted chord's untyingThey're heated and they're holyOh they're sitting there on highSo secure with everything they're buying[Chorus:]In the blood of EdenLie the woman and the manWith the man </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/3171815714066127815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=3171815714066127815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/3171815714066127815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/3171815714066127815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2009/01/blood-of-eden.html' title='The Blood of Eden'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-9178483618184583047</id><published>2008-10-31T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T12:49:13.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, Sex, Love and everything else</title><summary type='text'>I do have a fundamental belief in God, and I always have. It's difficult for me to discuss or defend. For me it is disorganized religion. In a way, I wish I could subscribe to some systematized belief. But I don't. ~Nick CaveI don't date "Christian" women even though I am a Christian myself (ugh). Yeah I had a Jesus experience in 1975 and experience Jesus pretty much every day. I can and have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/9178483618184583047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=9178483618184583047' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/9178483618184583047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/9178483618184583047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-sex-love-and-everything-else.html' title='God, Sex, Love and everything else'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SQxeUX-kJBI/AAAAAAAAAms/pgLFXEnILwo/s72-c/nick_cave_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-116291551683976424</id><published>2006-11-07T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T08:05:16.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theme</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/116291551683976424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=116291551683976424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/116291551683976424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/116291551683976424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2006/11/theme.html' title='Theme'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111617734319537215</id><published>2005-10-30T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:06:56.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love 1</title><summary type='text'>I started biological and innocent but was then re-shaped by commerce. The icons swirling around in the most eroticized world culture ever.So I was programmed to be drawn to women who were shapely and high-cheek-boned. Oh sure, I few of them were not...but most...sigh...yeah.There is love and there is sex and then, just maybe the two, though this seems rare of late.My current girlfreind loves me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111617734319537215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111617734319537215' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111617734319537215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111617734319537215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-1.html' title='Sex &amp; Love 1'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111617996842164381</id><published>2005-10-29T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:07:15.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love 2</title><summary type='text'>Let's start with beauty.There is no woman on the planet who is probably as beautiful as Jennifer  Connelly.  Been so for like 20 years.She is an icon. There are others...you can name yours and they can be male or female (like Adrian Paul, Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp are all too pretty to live...just kidding).We all have an IDEA of beauty that "sets" in our brains at some early age. It may be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111617996842164381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111617996842164381' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111617996842164381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111617996842164381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-2.html' title='Sex &amp; Love 2'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111677103293914745</id><published>2005-10-28T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:09:49.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love Part 3</title><summary type='text'>My girlfriend is this beautiful and we live together. It's excruciating at times.She comes to bed late and snuggles inbehind me and I get very hard and throbby. I am supposed to. I am a male who lives and loves a beautiful and sexy woman. I was built that way by God who shows no mercy in these things.It's not all lust either, or animal desire. Some of it is relational connection. I enjoy her. She</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111677103293914745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111677103293914745' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111677103293914745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111677103293914745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-part-3.html' title='Sex &amp; Love Part 3'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111722392348212317</id><published>2005-10-27T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:12:26.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love 4</title><summary type='text'>Biology is biology and it rarely lies.Woody Allen says this in Annie Hall "yes, but the body does not lie" as he tries to take off her brassiere.She shucks and shirks him off (Janet Margolin) and says "My God Alvy what would people think!?"This is what males go through.WE are half the PEOPLE.This is what we think. And we do not wish to think badly. We are basically good...so many of us. Really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111722392348212317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111722392348212317' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111722392348212317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111722392348212317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-4.html' title='Sex &amp; Love 4'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112041550492573891</id><published>2005-10-26T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:14:34.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love Part Five...why Spongebob gets all the girls</title><summary type='text'>I have always lost out to other guys...eventually.I mean I have never had a problem meeting and hooking up with beautiful intelligent women. In fact, not so long ago my step-uncle approached me at a wedding party and laughingly said "How do you do it? You always show up with the most amazing women. It boggles my mind."Of course he failed to note that they are usually different every year or so.So</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112041550492573891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112041550492573891' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112041550492573891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112041550492573891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-part-fivewhy-spongebob-gets.html' title='Sex &amp; Love Part Five...why Spongebob gets all the girls'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112058111638069881</id><published>2005-10-25T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:13:56.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love Part 6</title><summary type='text'>Well after I lost out to Spongebob I was really depressed. I even yelled out the door of the bedroom "I cannot believe I am losing out to a cartoon character!"But Mr. Krabs was barking out orders to Squidward on the TV (we have surround sound) so all she heard was a muffled "To gofba belfiore Ma ta chunka boorna ganhripple!"Which she promptly disregarded.So I just lay there in utter defeat hoping</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112058111638069881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112058111638069881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112058111638069881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112058111638069881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-part-6.html' title='Sex &amp; Love Part 6'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112058744934318740</id><published>2005-10-24T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:15:24.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love Part 7</title><summary type='text'>"All you need is love" ~ John Lennon__________________________Ghandi said the same thing as did Jesus. Everyone knows it is pretty much about love. The love of a man and woman, or of any two people, the pack or posse you run with, the love for money or cars or hobbies, or movies or food, or friends, or family, or God or a million others things.At the core we are relational beings. If we do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112058744934318740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112058744934318740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112058744934318740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112058744934318740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-part-7.html' title='Sex &amp; Love Part 7'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112059028427077160</id><published>2005-10-23T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:16:20.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love Part 8</title><summary type='text'>The Overview of Sex and Love.________________________Please excuse the first fairly suggestive piece of art in above for this series. Up until now I have been tame.Just making a point.We basically have one word in English for love.The kooky-nutting crazy Greeks had a bunch of them because they knew how to distinguish between things. Things like leftt and right, East and West...the kind things the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112059028427077160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112059028427077160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112059028427077160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112059028427077160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-part-8.html' title='Sex &amp; Love Part 8'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112059173313365912</id><published>2005-10-22T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:17:21.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love Part 9: Venus</title><summary type='text'>I suppose the female equivalent would be either the abs and face of Brad Pitt, or the beautiful face of Johnny Depp, or the guy down at the bagel shop who is just hot.We are animals and attraction is  a strange and animal thing when it comes to Venus love.We like to fuck when we are attracted.Venus love is for fucking.But it's like the bass line in a great rock opera because, by itself and alone,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112059173313365912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112059173313365912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112059173313365912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112059173313365912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-part-9-venus.html' title='Sex &amp; Love Part 9: Venus'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112059352340377055</id><published>2005-10-21T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:17:58.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love Part 10: Eros</title><summary type='text'>Eros is another matter. It is related in a strong way with Venus. No doubt.But it is time for me to name the five Greek words for love to help build a roadmap vastly superior to the Oakland Freeway system.Venus: Sexual loveEros: Romantic lovePhileo: Freindship loveStorge: Family loveAgape: Spiritual love_____________________I note Jennifer Connelly above because as any woman who has ever loved me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112059352340377055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112059352340377055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112059352340377055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112059352340377055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-part-10-eros.html' title='Sex &amp; Love Part 10: Eros'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112059682476274219</id><published>2005-10-20T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T09:19:42.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love 11: Phileo</title><summary type='text'>I did not say "fellatio"...that would be covered under the last two post and I've been far too oral in both regards.Phileo is friendship love.It's an even larger category that the hotness that comes with Eros and Venus.They flame,  then die down to cold and dusty and lost embers most often if left soley to themselves.This is where the other "loves" come in, if they do at all.Maybe they all may </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112059682476274219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112059682476274219' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112059682476274219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112059682476274219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-11-phileo.html' title='Sex &amp; Love 11: Phileo'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112060775572986759</id><published>2005-10-19T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:28:10.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love Part 12: Storge</title><summary type='text'>Daughter of The Saint.One of the natural results of both Venus and Eros is children. Offspring who we love in a different way.This is what the Greeks called "Storge" love. It is family love and can be something extended beyond that also to one's neighbors.Storge love is, in its own way even more grounded and natural a love than the ones with more passion. It is simple.It's the sort of love that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112060775572986759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112060775572986759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112060775572986759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112060775572986759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-part-12-storge.html' title='Sex &amp; Love Part 12: Storge'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112061465984269618</id><published>2005-10-18T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:39:51.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love 13: Agape</title><summary type='text'>Writer Anne Lamott, who goes to the church I would attend if I went, hardly ever, but she writes a lot about Grace and also Love.She is my favorite author, but I still don't often go to church.She has a vibrant spirit in Church, acting like an unofficial pastor of sorts (though she would hate that designation). The official pastor is a brilliant woman of expansive vision. The congregation is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112061465984269618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112061465984269618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112061465984269618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112061465984269618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-13-agape.html' title='Sex &amp; Love 13: Agape'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112067331311298443</id><published>2005-10-17T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:43:42.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love 14: Interdependence and overlapping</title><summary type='text'>Betty Blue__________________Regular reader and contributer "Grace" says this...Hopefully when you are all rested, you will write us how the loves all work, twirl and dance together.I have already added "Humility" to the mix. A humility that is not the least bit averse or shy of the animal lust, desire, friendship, family-closeness or even the love of God in all its mysterious ways.It's a  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112067331311298443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112067331311298443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112067331311298443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112067331311298443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-14-interdependence-and.html' title='Sex &amp; Love 14: Interdependence and overlapping'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112076568930839634</id><published>2005-10-15T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:41:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love 15: Orgasm</title><summary type='text'>Men and women think different about orgasms. And, as usual it is a matrix of many of the loves tumbling over each other, at least if you have any depth at all.Venus (lust), Eros, (desire), Storge (the one commandment we obey...to "be fruitful and multiply"), Phileo (when you are not at all in the mood but you satisfy your partner) and agape (at times a mystical union which we shall explore later)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112076568930839634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112076568930839634' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112076568930839634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112076568930839634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-15-orgasm.html' title='Sex &amp; Love 15: Orgasm'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112077593095572090</id><published>2005-10-13T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T06:53:25.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love 16: Disclosure</title><summary type='text'>On of the things I love about blogging is both the anonymity and also the disclosure and open discussion.I had not posted about orgasms but within 30 minutes I had two responses from two folk I read every day and respect.Jelly says I lost him when I statrted to talk about God.I sure understand that. It's risky and like walking through an old  North Korean minefield.I'll admit that and respect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112077593095572090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112077593095572090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112077593095572090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112077593095572090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-16-disclosure.html' title='Sex &amp; Love 16: Disclosure'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112078708873499328</id><published>2005-10-12T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:18:38.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex &amp; Love 17: Harmony</title><summary type='text'>Evolution , Creation, Clitoris, Penis, a jumped chromosome that turns in the womb of our Natality, the five Greek loves, or Hebraic Wholism, or the naked Nativity. Different epistemologies and angles of expression and perception...being Godlike and Doglike at the same time. Lust and love, desire and Hope and love and Gift, Friendship and Good Humor.We are clearly in over our heads and perhaps the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112078708873499328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112078708873499328' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112078708873499328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112078708873499328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/sex-love-17-harmony.html' title='Sex &amp; Love 17: Harmony'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112846732126599706</id><published>2005-10-04T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:09:27.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While M's Away The Saint Will Play</title><summary type='text'>On assignment in Cabo until the 25th. All very "hush hush and whoosh whoosh". </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112846732126599706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112846732126599706' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112846732126599706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112846732126599706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/10/while-ms-away-saint-will-play.html' title='While M&apos;s Away The Saint Will Play'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112794579251607594</id><published>2005-09-28T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:31:48.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-dream...or is it?</title><summary type='text'>With the encouragement of a friend I fell asleep listening to Thomas Newton. The soundtrack quietly warped and woofed through the developing fabric of my dreaming.It was dark outside on a warm summer night as I approached the small bungalow. She was waiting outside in a long cotton gown. She seemed to be having fun, taking care somehow.When I saw her and walked up she turned and smiled."What are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112794579251607594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112794579251607594' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112794579251607594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112794579251607594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/09/anti-dreamor-is-it.html' title='Anti-dream...or is it?'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112744963950014584</id><published>2005-09-22T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T06:46:53.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darkness</title><summary type='text'>It's not a place you wanna go to.Unrequited love that  becomes like a spell.Its dark and grusome. You wait for it to end but it goes on.It's  a sadness that prevails and overlooks.Few can fathom it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112744963950014584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112744963950014584' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112744963950014584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112744963950014584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/09/darkness.html' title='Darkness'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112734505316029117</id><published>2005-09-21T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:03:07.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrequited Love Part 1</title><summary type='text'>She looks happy, huh?_________________________________Pepe Le Pew is instructive of many a male female catastrophe. He goes by outward appearances and falls for a feline of a different species.She is not amused or enamored by his constant advances, which do not deter him in the least.But his "love" for her is unrequited...unanswered, or if so, the answer is "no". Yet he continues on unwavering to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112734505316029117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112734505316029117' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112734505316029117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112734505316029117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/09/unrequited-love-part-1.html' title='Unrequited Love Part 1'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112736302359885311</id><published>2005-09-21T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T21:54:56.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrequited Love Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Part of the issue is the "romantic myth" grounded in the literature and song of 12th Century Europe...most specifically the province of "roman".So we see here that the world has been conquered twice by the same word.But where one held the sword in "Pax Romana" (peace at any cost) the other is a conqueror of hearts and minds in an almost upward viral way.From the Medieval troubadours the virus of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112736302359885311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112736302359885311' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112736302359885311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112736302359885311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/09/unrequited-love-part-2.html' title='Unrequited Love Part 2'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112774334768364554</id><published>2005-09-20T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T10:14:41.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unrequited Love Part 3</title><summary type='text'>Some days it's best to stay on shore.____________________________________Surfing will be my new metaphor for awhile. Usually it's baseball, but I am studying surfing.What do you think went through this surfer's mind when he saw that?Yet he wants to catch a wave. Needs to catch one.A lot like love in a postmodern  world.And I am not being cynical.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112774334768364554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112774334768364554' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112774334768364554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112774334768364554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/09/unrequited-love-part-3.html' title='Unrequited Love Part 3'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112575446857617562</id><published>2005-09-03T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T07:12:58.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hummingbird Tolls For Me, Part 1</title><summary type='text'>"To see hummingbirds in your dream, suggests that small ideas/concepts may possess much potential and power. Alternatively, it indicates your flighty thoughts and frivolous ideas. It may be a metaphor for your inability to commit to a relationship."___________________________________________Dreams are sometimes funny and at other times decidely not.I was laying in bed and it was starting to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112575446857617562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112575446857617562' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112575446857617562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112575446857617562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/09/hummingbird-tolls-for-me-part-1.html' title='The Hummingbird Tolls For Me, Part 1'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112575588434354047</id><published>2005-09-03T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T07:18:05.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hummingbird Tolls For Me, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>"Alternatively, it indicates your flighty thoughts and frivolous ideas. It may be a metaphor for your inability to commit to a relationship."_________________________________________Earlier in the dream I had just dregged myself out of a swamp. In the swamp there were vagrants laying on the bottom of the pools of water..two of them. They did not look well. Above me was a long bookshelf and on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112575588434354047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112575588434354047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112575588434354047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112575588434354047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/09/hummingbird-tolls-for-me-part-2.html' title='The Hummingbird Tolls For Me, Part 2'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112575784547946617</id><published>2005-09-03T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T07:57:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hummingbird Tolls For Me, Part 3</title><summary type='text'>I like to gamble._________________________________To deconstruct a dream one must take what first comes to mind. If Francis Crick is correct (and he did a fine job on DNA and a variety of other subjects) then one purpose of dreams is to purge the brain and consciousness of unwanted information. It's like reverse-learning. You are unlearning things you will not need.However, that is not the only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112575784547946617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112575784547946617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112575784547946617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112575784547946617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/09/hummingbird-tolls-for-me-part-3.html' title='The Hummingbird Tolls For Me, Part 3'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112575990663914220</id><published>2005-09-03T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T08:10:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hummingbird Tolls For Me, Part 4</title><summary type='text'>See what I have to endure...being a Saint?_____________________________Two last factors...the group and the book.There was a group I was supposed to be a part of. But I got in another group and did class with them. It was good fun, but when the other group came out they introduced themselves to me and an old woman ploped down on the coach next to me and with bright red lipstick, gave me a grandma</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112575990663914220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112575990663914220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112575990663914220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112575990663914220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/09/hummingbird-tolls-for-me-part-4.html' title='The Hummingbird Tolls For Me, Part 4'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112433298408998530</id><published>2005-08-17T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:11:18.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermissions, Part 1</title><summary type='text'>The first movie I remember was Bambi. In feeted jammies we waited in line for the Drive-In. Winged Fords and Chevys slung through the gate and parked, hooked up and let out kids to  a playground in front of the screen.There was almost a sense of community where you got the intimacy of your own car, food, drink and a movie or three. A slight party atmosphere prevailed and the usual inflated snack </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112433298408998530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112433298408998530' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112433298408998530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112433298408998530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/08/intermissions-part-1.html' title='Intermissions, Part 1'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112433471146479320</id><published>2005-08-17T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T20:27:59.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intermissions, Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Okay, nobody has a car like this anymore, but then there are almost no Drive-ins anymore either.I guess there are in Canada. My friend Mitzee actually posed this as a question to help me simply write. They still have Drive-ins in Canada.Sometimes I really wished I lived in Canada. They have their own problems, but they do not do what we routinely do...and they are the world's richest resource for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112433471146479320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112433471146479320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112433471146479320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112433471146479320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/08/intermissions-part-2.html' title='Intermissions, Part 2'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112369402808653113</id><published>2005-08-10T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T11:00:49.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent Design Part 1</title><summary type='text'>TK incinerating one of Mac's ideas. Kinda pretty.______________Two days ago there were a minimum of 17,000 posts on the Internet about "Intelligent Design" (ID) and no small controversy after some recent statements by George Bush Jr.Two days I ago I was up at the Mac-Family cabin as a guest with a host of others, including a pack of at least 35 children, a fire-breather, an 8 foot tall woman, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112369402808653113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112369402808653113' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112369402808653113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112369402808653113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/08/intelligent-design-part-1.html' title='Intelligent Design Part 1'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112369725509927662</id><published>2005-08-10T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T17:56:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent Design Part 2</title><summary type='text'>When I got back to San Francsico I picked up my mail. There it was again. On the cover of Time magazine: Evolution Wars. But I want to take this slow for a variety of reasons, so I am going to go back to a narrative version and then finish more as a journalist.________________________One thing was clear after that dinner, they were gonna talk about it. Mac saw that so clearly that he immediately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112369725509927662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112369725509927662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112369725509927662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112369725509927662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/08/intelligent-design-part-2.html' title='Intelligent Design Part 2'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112372696910444808</id><published>2005-08-10T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:27:19.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent Design Part 3 was lost</title><summary type='text'>Yes. part three was lost utterly in a Blog downtime.So in it's place a poem by Mac________________________--    Gregory Bateson DiedFrom Intelligent Design                    The scramble and political frayAgendas on the Earth poundingTemporary wells of darknessWe all hollow out hereAnd there.                                   Bateson called and left a messageWe do not take his callsSo caught in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112372696910444808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112372696910444808' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112372696910444808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112372696910444808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/08/intelligent-design-part-3-was-lost.html' title='Intelligent Design Part 3 was lost'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112378507040258042</id><published>2005-08-09T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T11:48:20.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligent Design 4</title><summary type='text'>The current Time magazine cover.______________________________One thing I did notice and that was how politicized the whole issue immediately became.Some see introducing ID into schools as just a cover for teaching Creationism and God in those schools. That is probably on someone's agenda docket, but it not necessary as I understand it. A God-less universe could still exhibit ID, just not one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112378507040258042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112378507040258042' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112378507040258042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112378507040258042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/08/intelligent-design-4.html' title='Intelligent Design 4'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112380133272827971</id><published>2005-08-08T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:49:07.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence, Eyes and Epilogue</title><summary type='text'>Okay okay...one last volley.A key element for me, as stated is simple observation of incredible order. My own body knows how to repair itself with systems I have no conscious knowledge of; I interact with other living systems all of which have incredible complexity and beauty. Maybe this is why it is so much easier to see God in nature than it is on a paved city street.I read once that the human </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112380133272827971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112380133272827971' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112380133272827971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112380133272827971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/08/intelligence-eyes-and-epilogue.html' title='Intelligence, Eyes and Epilogue'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112388251421017468</id><published>2005-08-07T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T14:54:51.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intelligence, Irony and Social Darwinism</title><summary type='text'>"Don't make me come in there!"___________________________It is yet another irony that those who would use ID beyond its own scope (no pun intended) and would fight to disprove Darwinism, or at least undermine it, are at the same time model Social Darwinists themselves.But before we continue we must delineate between Darwin's theories about physical evolution and those who then worked off those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112388251421017468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112388251421017468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112388251421017468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112388251421017468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/08/intelligence-irony-and-social.html' title='Intelligence, Irony and Social Darwinism'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112262767943390026</id><published>2005-07-29T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T02:09:15.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 1</title><summary type='text'>I love the light,  sea air and the feel of water wherever I can get it. I am a natural hedonist.So when circumstances turned, I choose to visit a secret place, a haven few know about that is about as "other" from anything in Northern California as you can imagine. It is like taking a trip to Bali, a sort of NorCal Bali, but I love it.I made the trip, and trudged in well equipped with packs and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112262767943390026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112262767943390026' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262767943390026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262767943390026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/solitude-laughing-buddha-part-1.html' title='Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 1'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112262844618697478</id><published>2005-07-29T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T02:14:51.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 2</title><summary type='text'>I waded out, still in my swimsuit. The water is not hardly deep enough here...just wide. It is hard for me to get wet enough...but I manage to find a place where I can be in the midde. and stand with only my upper chest in the cool sweet air.SILENCE.It moves in on methe opposite waynoise doeslike little invitationsto come out!It is so quiet.Everything stories down to almost nothing.Quiet.Has it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112262844618697478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112262844618697478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262844618697478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262844618697478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/solitude-laughing-buddha-part-2.html' title='Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 2'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112262864664904080</id><published>2005-07-29T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T02:18:17.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 3</title><summary type='text'>After several hours of being alone I wanted to write...but had no pen.My heart and mind were flooded with perception and I wanted to capture it all, but I have learned from years of experience that it is often this way. Sometimes it is best to just sit down and BE...and not write or chronicle.The Buddha, sitting by the old rock swing watched me search for a pen, then let out a belly laugh, deep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112262864664904080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112262864664904080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262864664904080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262864664904080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/solitude-laughing-buddha-part-3.html' title='Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 3'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112262881018401338</id><published>2005-07-29T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T02:21:27.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 4</title><summary type='text'>I had been alone and blissful for many hours. You can tell. People travel thousands of miles form here to find themselves on a beach just so, with just so water. And this is all a true story, except I cannot prove that either God the Father or the Buddha actually showed. You can take that as hyperbole if you like, I have a certain well-deserved reputation for that anyway...so feel free.I started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112262881018401338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112262881018401338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262881018401338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262881018401338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/solitude-laughing-buddha-part-4.html' title='Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 4'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112262894340891017</id><published>2005-07-29T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T02:23:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 5</title><summary type='text'>I went back to Marquez under the cool of the bamboo, and poured a glass of wine and set to laying out crackers on this old purple plate I love with cream cheese followed by plump bright orange popping salmon roe.A christian existentially, a buddhist in practice, blatant hedonist in the moment.Give me the pop of those delicious ripe eggs spurting their rich salty juice into my mouth.Without any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112262894340891017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112262894340891017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262894340891017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262894340891017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/solitude-laughing-buddha-part-5.html' title='Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 5'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112262947115811820</id><published>2005-07-29T01:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T02:34:25.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 6</title><summary type='text'>Nude Sunbathers, by Nigel Van Weick. Oil on Panel. Amazing work. See it HERE.__________________________________________I had had my time. I had read more Marques and a bit of Merton.It will be six months before I can return here, as it closes next weekend for Winter.I slipped the printed poem out of my leather journal. It is called "Silence"..a gift. As shy as I can be, it was the only way I knew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112262947115811820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112262947115811820' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262947115811820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112262947115811820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/solitude-laughing-buddha-part-6.html' title='Solitude &amp; The Laughing Buddha Part 6'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112223191515324620</id><published>2005-07-24T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:06:50.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-text for The Haunt of Jackals</title><summary type='text'>"Much is your reading, but not the Word of God,Much is your building, but not the house of God.Will you build me a house of plaster, with corrugated roofing,To be filled with the litter of Sunday newspapers."T.S. EliotChoruses from "the Rock" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112223191515324620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112223191515324620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223191515324620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223191515324620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/pre-text-for-haunt-of-jackals.html' title='Pre-text for The Haunt of Jackals'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112223172456414874</id><published>2005-07-24T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:03:11.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunt of Jackals Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Imagine a society where, instead of baking bread for hungry people, they produced mass quantities of pictures of bread and posted ads for them at every corner, and handbills were given out with pictures of different types of bread, hundreds of different types of bread. Pictures of wheat bread, pumpernickel, Jewish rye, banana bread, croissants, sheepherders bread, bread sticks, garlic bread...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112223172456414874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112223172456414874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223172456414874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223172456414874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/haunt-of-jackals-part-1.html' title='The Haunt of Jackals Part 1'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112223227814776344</id><published>2005-07-24T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:13:29.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunt of Jackals Part 2</title><summary type='text'>Well if you were an alien and you saw this what would you think?_____________________________________Hold that thought while we look at another hypothetical situation.Suppose you are a disguised alien sent to study Earth culture. Shortly before landing your cloaked ship you notice that mass numbers of vehicles are moving toward a few long large structures situated throughout the greater </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112223227814776344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112223227814776344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223227814776344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223227814776344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/haunt-of-jackals-part-2.html' title='The Haunt of Jackals Part 2'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112223282139150410</id><published>2005-07-24T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T07:02:00.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunt of Jackals Part 3</title><summary type='text'>           "For the customs            of the peoples are a delusion;           Because it is wood cut from the forest,            The work of the hands of a craftsman           with a cutting tool.           They decorate it with silver and gold;            they fasten it... so that it will not totter.           Like a scarecrow in a cucumber field are they,           And they cannot speak;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112223282139150410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112223282139150410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223282139150410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223282139150410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/haunt-of-jackals-part-3.html' title='The Haunt of Jackals Part 3'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112223326950556714</id><published>2005-07-24T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T12:30:21.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERMISSION &amp; QUOTES</title><summary type='text'> "They followed the light and the shadow,and the light led them toward lightand the shadow led them to darkness,Worshipping snakes or trees,worshipping devils rather than nothing;crying for life beyond life,for ecstasy not of the flesh.Waste and void, Waste and void.and darkness on the face of the deep."T.S. EliotChoruses from "the Rock""I like to            watch Eve."                   Peter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112223326950556714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112223326950556714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223326950556714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223326950556714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/intermission-quotes.html' title='INTERMISSION &amp; QUOTES'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112223363762538299</id><published>2005-07-24T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T07:05:17.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunt of Jackals Part 4</title><summary type='text'>We live in the haunt of jackals. Under the thin veneer of wealth and prosperity is a spiritual desolation which pervades the entire country and its people. And the generations which are moving into the haunt are now standing stunned, "with empty hands and palms turned upwards in an age which advances progressively backwards."They have inherited a wasteland of trouble, violence and confusion. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112223363762538299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112223363762538299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223363762538299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223363762538299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/haunt-of-jackals-part-4.html' title='The Haunt of Jackals Part 4'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112223402596257643</id><published>2005-07-24T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T07:14:30.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunt of Jackals Part 5</title><summary type='text'>Up until now I have kept things general, but now I turn attention to the "Church" at large.Some of you count yyourselves a part of that mystical body, others not. Either way I think it still worth exploring, right?[I will define "Church" in the largest of all possible contexts. Despite the particulars of your own "creed" I suppose I would refer to anyone who feels themselves so connected in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112223402596257643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112223402596257643' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223402596257643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112223402596257643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/haunt-of-jackals-part-5.html' title='The Haunt of Jackals Part 5'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112230168394361233</id><published>2005-07-24T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:31:50.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunt of Jackals Part 6</title><summary type='text'>Now I am obviously somewhat trapped in my own argument for I am also in the haunt of jackals and subject to it's influence.I want to proceed to take openly about the spirituality and depth of the Word. But you can easily see the problem can't you?As soon as I start using the language that has been so misused, misapplied, ripped from its context or just plain ruined by the Religionists I am undone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112230168394361233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112230168394361233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112230168394361233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112230168394361233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/haunt-of-jackals-part-6_24.html' title='The Haunt of Jackals Part 6'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112231500541160380</id><published>2005-07-24T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T11:35:11.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Haunt of Jackals Part 7</title><summary type='text'>You can actually order this sticker or T-shirt HERE._________________________________________My Muse describes herself as a "heathen". I find her more like heaven.She came up with the verbiage above. I liked it immediately and I hope you do too.Not all who happen to be believers are closed minded angry bigots. My own mentors in this regard would have to be C.S. Lewis, Tolkein, Walker Percy, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112231500541160380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112231500541160380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112231500541160380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112231500541160380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/haunt-of-jackals-part-7.html' title='The Haunt of Jackals Part 7'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112181606206237102</id><published>2005-07-19T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:36:59.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Postmodernism: Part One</title><summary type='text'>Ernest Becker. One hot topic in Postmodern circles is how to rid ourselves of the term "Postmodern". No one wants to be identified primarily by what they are not, or what they object to (unless of course, you are a Protestant, but I digress).It has been important to keep the term up until now to make it clear that the rationalistic assumptions of Modernity have been rejected. Despite impressive </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112181606206237102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112181606206237102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112181606206237102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112181606206237102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/beyond-postmodernism-part-one.html' title='Beyond Postmodernism: Part One'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112181638750894626</id><published>2005-07-19T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:41:12.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Postmodernism: Part Two</title><summary type='text'>Now this was, I think, 1989, which means most of us had no idea how the world was going to be changed by this thing we now refer to as "the web", but ironically it was just that image, the image of a web, that came to mind at the time, just a much simpler image. Instead of the hierarchical and competitive system which Modernity championed, this approach would be horizontal and relational.An </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112181638750894626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112181638750894626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112181638750894626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112181638750894626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/beyond-postmodernism-part-two.html' title='Beyond Postmodernism: Part Two'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112181657512546379</id><published>2005-07-19T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T16:44:32.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beyond Postmodernism: Part Three</title><summary type='text'>I am afraid to get the point you need to click on the photo above then zoom in. It's worth it!A Simpler ModelInstead of a highly competition and rationalistic model we have the option of adopting a horizontal and relational model that consists of a flexible web of lenses from which to explore existence and the questions which resonate most for us. These questions can be about anything, from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112181657512546379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112181657512546379' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112181657512546379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112181657512546379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/beyond-postmodernism-part-three.html' title='Beyond Postmodernism: Part Three'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112149397164482829</id><published>2005-07-15T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:16:31.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Reflection</title><summary type='text'>Black Mountain. C. MacDonald 1997. _______________________The reflection of Black Mountain is caught in the  waters of Nicasio.It's only in the shallows that we can even see what is the substance and what is the reflection in the soft waters.It is a beautiful picture enhanced yet accurate in its reflection.This is what we want in the mirrors we invite into our lives. Clarity, accuracy, grace and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112149397164482829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112149397164482829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112149397164482829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112149397164482829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/final-reflection.html' title='Final Reflection'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112145831051363546</id><published>2005-07-15T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:45:34.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction</title><summary type='text'>Jennifer Aniston and Courtney Cox.__________________________I was in a three-way conversation the other night with bloggers Greg and Sex. Bot ha re wicked smart and fast. It is a rare occasion indeed when The Saint feels outmatched. I felt like I was inbetween Jason Schmidt on the mound and Matt Matheny at the plate and they were both throwing to each other at once.You could hear the gloves pop!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112145831051363546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112145831051363546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112145831051363546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112145831051363546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/freewill-determinism-attraction.html' title='Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112146000644553363</id><published>2005-07-15T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:36:13.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part Two</title><summary type='text'>So The Saint, Jennifer Aniston and Courtney Cox walk into a bar...The Saint orders a Rob Roy and sits at the bar. He is approached by Jennifer Aniston after a few minutes.J: Can I join you?ST: Why of course, what can I get you?J: Oh I'll have what you're having.ST: Oh I'm not sure you'ld like it, it's an acquired taste. Let me make another suggestion.ST: Henry, could you please get Ms. Aniston an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112146000644553363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112146000644553363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146000644553363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146000644553363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/freewill-determinism-attraction-part.html' title='Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part Two'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112146040470951050</id><published>2005-07-15T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:48:06.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part Three</title><summary type='text'>So The Saint, Jennifer Aniston and Courtney Cox walk into a bar...The Saint orders a Rob Roy and sits at the bar. He is approached by Courtney Cox after a few minutes.C: Can I join you?ST: Why of course, what can I get you?C: Oh I'll have what you're having.ST: Oh it's quite an unusual drink... it's an acquired taste.ST: Henry, could you please get Ms. Cox one of these?Henry: Right away Mr. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112146040470951050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112146040470951050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146040470951050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146040470951050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/freewill-determinism-attraction-part_15.html' title='Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part Three'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112146198045042616</id><published>2005-07-15T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:36:58.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Four</title><summary type='text'>Some people believe we are pre-determined to choose a certain "type"of person and they make a good case (Determinism of sorts). I have no doubt that this series will (hopefully) spur on extensive debate. Remember I am just exploring.It is my nature.So why would Jennifer Aniston register like a sister and Courtney Cox (who is married) be problematic for The Saint?Well, it seems, via imprinting, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112146198045042616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112146198045042616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146198045042616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146198045042616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/freewill-determinism-attra_112146198045042616.html' title='Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Four'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112146344765920067</id><published>2005-07-15T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:44:10.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Five</title><summary type='text'>So I made a new choice out of Freewill, or did I?Perhaps I traded one set of imprintation for a deeper, or at least, another one?Well, my gut tells me that is what happened, but it did not hold.But note the possibility of at least two if not many more, sets of imprints on the brain that determine what they find attractive.I mean I cannot fathom being the least bit attracted to Paris Hilton, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112146344765920067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112146344765920067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146344765920067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146344765920067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/freewill-determinism-attra_112146344765920067.html' title='Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Five'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112146584797071840</id><published>2005-07-15T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T15:50:01.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Six</title><summary type='text'>There is only one explanation, and  that is that there are other layers of imprintation that we elicit from one another.The other thing we have to note is that this is not a one issue question.There are so many other factors.There are natural factors that may or may not be the result of imprinting. Smell, voice, the way a person walks, how they smile or laugh.I remember meeting my friend Kelly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112146584797071840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112146584797071840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146584797071840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146584797071840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/freewill-determinism-attra_112146584797071840.html' title='Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Six'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112146842859329995</id><published>2005-07-15T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:13:32.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SIDEBAR</title><summary type='text'>I really would not go for either Jennifer Aniston of Courtney Cox.Why you ask? Are you insane?No...apparently somewhat determined.Of the two, I would be predisposed toward Cox for reasons I have stated.But her abrasive personality would be nails one and two. Her bone-iness would be the final nail in the coffin.See another early imprint was I respond to a woman who has substance. I am not talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112146842859329995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112146842859329995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146842859329995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112146842859329995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/sidebar.html' title='SIDEBAR'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112147096020260313</id><published>2005-07-15T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:51:37.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Seven</title><summary type='text'>Culture and media of many forms are what often inform the periphery of our attraction. It is another form of determinism.Thus, in Rubens day (see above) women who were, to our eyes and sensibility, overweight, were in fact, the Ideal. Plain and simple.If you think we are any better or more sane just think of Kate Moss.It's very much a cultural issue. And you are arrogant if you think not.Be that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112147096020260313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112147096020260313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112147096020260313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112147096020260313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/freewill-determinism-attra_112147096020260313.html' title='Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Seven'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112147903088182399</id><published>2005-07-15T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T19:16:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Eight</title><summary type='text'>Freewill.Well it's about time because everything seems so damned determined up till you reach Girlfriend v.4.0 (I am stealing Jelly's formula but giving credit).As you can see girlfriend v. 4.0 exceeds my requirements for physical attraction (and that is just the part that shows...good God!).She was terribly intelligent, funny, generous, sexually unrepressed and adored me.And I turned her down. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112147903088182399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112147903088182399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112147903088182399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112147903088182399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/freewill-determinism-attra_112147903088182399.html' title='Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction Part  Eight'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112148217631687933</id><published>2005-07-15T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T20:11:54.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction, Part Nine</title><summary type='text'>Freewill Hunting.Love is often about freewill which is not determined. Sometimes we choose against our own upbringing to simply love...to give. To be honest, to share against all best and all that has come before.Sure, it does not always happen. But two men with identical upbringing go through a tragedy. One becomes hardened, the other learns compassion.This is the other end of the spectrum where</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112148217631687933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112148217631687933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112148217631687933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112148217631687933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/freewill-determinism-attra_112148217631687933.html' title='Freewill, Determinism &amp; Attraction, Part Nine'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112069617051554633</id><published>2005-07-06T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T17:31:22.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I brief interlude</title><summary type='text'>It has been brought to my attention that  this whole column has become too serious.Therefore I leave you THIS to cleanse your brain palate. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112069617051554633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112069617051554633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112069617051554633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112069617051554633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-brief-interlude.html' title='I brief interlude'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112069290741473273</id><published>2005-07-06T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:42:51.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LURKER ALERT</title><summary type='text'>I'm with Meems on this one.If you are gonna read on a daily basis you can at least comment. We spend a lot of time disclosing some pretty good stuff (in all senses) and you could at least drop a word.So post a comment. We know who you are.You can buy this shirt HERE and other fun stuff.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112069290741473273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112069290741473273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112069290741473273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112069290741473273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/lurker-alert.html' title='LURKER ALERT'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112062094166167444</id><published>2005-07-05T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T20:38:06.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight major posts in one day</title><summary type='text'>I'm exhausted. Bloody weather.I'll be back...tomorrow. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112062094166167444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112062094166167444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112062094166167444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112062094166167444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/eight-major-posts-in-one-day.html' title='Eight major posts in one day'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112026805632267831</id><published>2005-07-01T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T18:44:03.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERCEPTIONS Part Six</title><summary type='text'>Behind the Veil, by  Leo Beleicher._______________________________Spheres of existence, ways of seeing...epistimologies and poetry.  Heady stuff..or is it really?Maybe not.We are talking about simple perception.I like Leo's work above. It is simple, it has spheres, it is not black and white.It says, to me, that what is "behind the veil"  whatever that is, is multi-faceted and perhaps beyond my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112026805632267831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112026805632267831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112026805632267831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112026805632267831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/perceptions-part-six.html' title='PERCEPTIONS Part Six'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112023134800744554</id><published>2005-07-01T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:37:01.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOOOOOOO (High pitched emergency broadcast sound) WE INTERRUPT THIS SERIES..</title><summary type='text'>We interrupt this series on perception to talk about lack of perception. Specifically alcohol -induced numbing and dumbing down of the cerebral cortex.As Lewis Black and Napoleon Dynamite would both exclaim: IDIOT!As our beloved mentor (Pascal) notes above, too little wine and we cannot see the truth, too much, it's even worse.Without  too much detail  I sent too much alcohol into my system thus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112023134800744554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112023134800744554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112023134800744554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112023134800744554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/07/dooooooo-high-pitched-emergency.html' title='DOOOOOOO (High pitched emergency broadcast sound) WE INTERRUPT THIS SERIES..'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112008293806406816</id><published>2005-06-29T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T18:31:44.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERCEPTIONS Part Four</title><summary type='text'>The Emperor's New Clothes, a story we all know for the most part, has a simple lesson.We are all naked. Naked we came, and naked we go.In between we dress ourselves in various garbs, live many roles, and have many views which changes with time.Meanwhile, naked is naked. Perception is a way of perceiving or covering such nakedness.We view ourselves in the mirror most every day. It's truly amazing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112008293806406816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112008293806406816' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112008293806406816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112008293806406816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/perceptions-part-four.html' title='PERCEPTIONS Part Four'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-112006130241365645</id><published>2005-06-29T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T09:12:59.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERCEPTIONS Part Three</title><summary type='text'>I stole this from Azotuscafe.com. Let them sue me.____________________________Narcissism.What Walker Percy called "the suck of self" has a great deal of impact on our perceptions.Look at the photograph above for awhile. Can you make out what it is?Take your time.I'll get back to YOU.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/112006130241365645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=112006130241365645' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112006130241365645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/112006130241365645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/perceptions-part-three.html' title='PERCEPTIONS Part Three'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111996670254451765</id><published>2005-06-28T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T16:23:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERCEPTIONS Part Two</title><summary type='text'>Oil on board. J. Rod Swenson.______________________For reasons I cannot exactly fathom, Kierkegaard often wrote in such a manner as to purposely be obtuse and difficult. He had his reasons for this but it kinda pisses me off because he really covers a huge amount of ground if you can get through his thick prose.All that being said, Kierkegaard occasionally tooks his perceptions of life and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111996670254451765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111996670254451765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111996670254451765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111996670254451765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/perceptions-part-two.html' title='PERCEPTIONS Part Two'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111989634382568433</id><published>2005-06-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T14:02:22.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PERCEPTIONS Part One</title><summary type='text'>Oil on Canvas. Christopher C. MacDonald ______________________________My new friend Sex  (no that is not a joke, it is her moniker and a damned fine one)  recently wrote on perception.We have discussed this some and I've had a number of small events come together at once (which happens if you pay attention).SO STRAP ON YOUR SAFETY BELTS LADIES AND GENTLEMAN BECAUSE WE ARE GOING FOR A RIDE!It came</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111989634382568433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111989634382568433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111989634382568433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111989634382568433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/perceptions-part-one.html' title='PERCEPTIONS Part One'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111878199355019511</id><published>2005-06-14T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T07:20:05.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BASEBALL,  SEX &amp; PITCHING</title><summary type='text'>This post was originally a post gone too long at Greg's outstanding site HERE. The MacMan asked to post it here as it does not fit any of his lame politically activist or personal sites. I have obliged him here as I am, er The Infamous Simon Templar (and yes, that doggone halo still happens all the time...it's embarassing really). ________________________________Pinch-hitting by Mac.Sex (for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111878199355019511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111878199355019511' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111878199355019511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111878199355019511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/baseball-sex-pitching.html' title='BASEBALL,  SEX &amp; PITCHING'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111862251346403480</id><published>2005-06-12T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T17:43:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiderweb</title><summary type='text'>The following is a response to Greg's post today. He had warned me in an IM that he was gonna tackle this and I am utterly taken by it. I even think the "context" of recovery from being shitfaced adds. My responses will be in italics. Usually when I drink my ass off the night before, I get a bit more reflective than usual the next morning. I was shitfaced last night so by my very nature, I must </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111862251346403480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111862251346403480' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111862251346403480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111862251346403480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/spiderweb.html' title='Spiderweb'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111861913414418828</id><published>2005-06-12T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T16:39:26.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIVERSION</title><summary type='text'>"If our condition were truly happy, we would not seek diversion from it in order to make ourselves happy"~ Blaise Pascal.So says our friend Pascal in the 1600s.Not much has changed.I chose the art above because Jolie is a Matrix of diversion: sexual diversion, movie/film diversion, pop culture diversion, tabloid diversion, fashion diversion, Pitt diversion.The above photo is instructive. A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111861913414418828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111861913414418828' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111861913414418828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111861913414418828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/diversion.html' title='DIVERSION'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111851762532775819</id><published>2005-06-11T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T12:22:19.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl in the Cafe</title><summary type='text'>I dunnah usually do serious stuff...but this film is worth seeing on the 25th of June. For more info, hit MAC's Azotus site.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111851762532775819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111851762532775819' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111851762532775819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111851762532775819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/girl-in-cafe.html' title='The Girl in the Cafe'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111844754406632302</id><published>2005-06-10T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T17:06:40.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Van Gogh Shot Himself</title><summary type='text'>It's pretty simple.You have this idea in your head. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.You keep working it...it's a horrible process. Maddening...torturous.Worse..if you have done some really good paintings (and I have...though like Van Gogh I have never actually sold one) the pressure is one to maintain that level of art.Expect updates here and there. We have no fire arms in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111844754406632302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111844754406632302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111844754406632302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111844754406632302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-van-gogh-shot-himself.html' title='Why Van Gogh Shot Himself'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111843199425440034</id><published>2005-06-10T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:54:14.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish and Chips</title><summary type='text'>Lindsey found this and we are all grateful.It is actually about time that some Mega-Church stepped forward and started mass-producing Jesus chips (served with the appropriately shaped Icthus "fish" sticks).It might be a church like this one.WWPS? (what Would Pascal Say?)  "Nothing gives rest but the sincere search for the perfect chip. Next, one needs good dip."Okay, okay...Pascal said "truth" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111843199425440034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111843199425440034' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111843199425440034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111843199425440034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/fish-and-chips.html' title='Fish and Chips'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111835663700775067</id><published>2005-06-09T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T08:57:43.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Objects  May be farther away than they appear...</title><summary type='text'>Okay. These are not real breasts. I mean they are, but they have been surgically "enhanced". They are more like flotation devices.Help me I'm drowning!No serious website about human "thoughts" would be complete without a meditation on boobs.Face it. Half the human species thinks about them every 17 seconds. Therefore it is a major topic, er... well like 43% of every waking moment for the entire </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111835663700775067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111835663700775067' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111835663700775067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111835663700775067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/objects-may-be-farther-away-than-they.html' title='Objects  May be farther away than they appear...'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111834885661138474</id><published>2005-06-09T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T13:32:21.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This would not be me</title><summary type='text'>But I'm still going for a few small waves this afternoon.Here it is ...your Pascal quote of the day...I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still in a room.Goes for women too.And small animals.None of us can be trusted.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111834885661138474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111834885661138474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111834885661138474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111834885661138474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-would-not-be-me.html' title='This would not be me'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111833321991454717</id><published>2005-06-09T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T09:33:52.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I killed the wabbit....poor wittle bunny..."</title><summary type='text'>I keep getting this spam. I have filters but some shit gets through like obnoxious offers to re-fiance my home (i do not have one) or invest in the Stock Market (I have no money).Eat me.But the one that really gets me is the Jack Rabbit.(Hear Mel Blanc saying "It IS the Ra-bitt!")Of course it is just another household appliance because it has the red "As Seen On TV" sticker on it. So ya know it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111833321991454717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111833321991454717' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111833321991454717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111833321991454717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-killed-wabbitpoor-wittle-bunny.html' title='&quot;I killed the wabbit....poor wittle bunny...&quot;'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111828012789836905</id><published>2005-06-08T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:54:55.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I will become Buddhist</title><summary type='text'>It is not for no reason that Westerners increasingly embrace Buddhism.There are good reasons which , er... "the heart does not know" (Pascal).The main one is "desire". The Buddha taught non-attachment. He recognized the discernible link between suffering and desire.Imagine the poor Buddha walking down 5th Avenue or in Hollywood...or, just your favorite strip mall.Imagine the Buddha chained to a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111828012789836905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111828012789836905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111828012789836905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111828012789836905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-i-will-become-buddhist.html' title='Why I will become Buddhist'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111811059269916184</id><published>2005-06-06T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T19:17:04.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pascal and the Erpy J-Man</title><summary type='text'>"Jesus is the God whom we can approach without pride and before whom we can humble ourselves without despair." I didn't say it. Pascal did. He has a Math named after him. Jesus had a ...er, He had Pensees...Get off my back!Word.These days you cannot talk so much about the J-Man because of these dickheads who want to destroy the separation of Church and State and lead us into a Fundamentalist Dark</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111811059269916184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111811059269916184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111811059269916184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111811059269916184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/pascal-and-erpy-j-man.html' title='Pascal and the Erpy J-Man'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111809029569563552</id><published>2005-06-06T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:20:13.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Superpower? I can breath Soup...</title><summary type='text'>Superpowers...It's what we all want.And many of us have them.Like, for instance, I had the power to "stick my kids to the ceiling".Not everyone can do that.It entails holding a small child up against the ceiling with one very large hand.You probably cannot do this because you are not 6'6" and your hand is not the size of a small net.It's extra.Other people have the superpower of making money even</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111809029569563552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111809029569563552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111809029569563552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111809029569563552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-superpower-i-can-breath-soup.html' title='My Superpower? I can breath Soup...'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111805267530459235</id><published>2005-06-06T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T03:24:58.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chivarly is Not Dead</title><summary type='text'>Chivalry is not dead...it's just most often found in a coma. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111805267530459235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111805267530459235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111805267530459235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111805267530459235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/chivarly-is-not-dead.html' title='Chivarly is Not Dead'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111802564037439692</id><published>2005-06-05T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T03:29:30.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This I can walk away from...</title><summary type='text'>...and have.Desire. Many a time.Then the women you desire do not feel likewise. They may love you (it is the best you will do) or you might meet one whose sex drive is like yours...but they will not love you.So the choice is always the same. In a bad scenario it is between love, power and sex.In a good scenario (Read Maugham's articles here)  it is simplified to love and sex.Either way you cannot</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111802564037439692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111802564037439692' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111802564037439692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111802564037439692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-i-can-walk-away-from.html' title='This I can walk away from...'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111738750689880408</id><published>2005-05-29T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T10:27:21.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aw shit...</title><summary type='text'>It finally posted after I flipped off the screen for 45 seconds while holding my breath for 4 minutes so as to rid myself of hiccups by oxygen deprivation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111738750689880408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111738750689880408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111738750689880408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111738750689880408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/05/aw-shit.html' title='aw shit...'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111738623673571224</id><published>2005-05-29T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T10:24:00.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books in a Time of Fucking Hiccups</title><summary type='text'>Tagged.Total number of books you've owned:2,800 would be conservative. And I bought all of them thoughfully and usually for the lowest possible price in a used bookstore in the Bay Area. They are all in storage. I mostly watch television now or do blogging. (There are some nice ones above).Last book you bought:Bird by Bird by Anne Lamott. It's like my fourth copy because I keep giving them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111738623673571224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111738623673571224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111738623673571224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111738623673571224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/05/books-in-time-of-fucking-hiccups.html' title='Books in a Time of Fucking Hiccups'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111721849212476836</id><published>2005-05-27T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T18:38:19.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaded or unleaded?</title><summary type='text'>I use to joke with my friend Dan (before he got cancer) that he should sneak up on me and put a ballpine hammer in my head...without my knowing it...sneak attack...game over...for me.Swift...efficient...easy.Well. sigh...Dan never got his chance because he was killed quickly by cancer. Swift...efficient...not easy.He was a sweet man.We use to joke such because lif eis not easy. In fact, at times </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111721849212476836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111721849212476836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111721849212476836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111721849212476836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/05/leaded-or-unleaded.html' title='Leaded or unleaded?'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111705476770067069</id><published>2005-05-25T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T14:03:21.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush da enemies...watch TV..listen to Conan</title><summary type='text'>A brief excerpt from Conan O'Brien's latest RANT... prepare to wee yourself.We will also see a stunning increase in the number of televisions per household, as small TV displays are added to clocks, coffee makers and smoke detectors. Manufacturers will even place a small plasma screen inside car airbags so that accident victims will have something to watch while they wait for help. Toddlers' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111705476770067069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111705476770067069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111705476770067069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111705476770067069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/05/crush-da-enemieswatch-tvlisten-to.html' title='Crush da enemies...watch TV..listen to Conan'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111705134712341094</id><published>2005-05-25T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T13:04:53.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking hilarious..and sexy too.</title><summary type='text'>One of the best Cultural Anthropologists out there  on popular culture is Lindsey of The Immoderation Girls.  Check her out. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111705134712341094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111705134712341094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111705134712341094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111705134712341094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/05/fucking-hilariousand-sexy-too.html' title='Fucking hilarious..and sexy too.'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111705062246674979</id><published>2005-05-25T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T12:51:14.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah...Frank</title><summary type='text'>"Alcohol may be man's worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy."~Frank Sinatra </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111705062246674979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111705062246674979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111705062246674979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111705062246674979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahfrank.html' title='Ah...Frank'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111703990345710502</id><published>2005-05-25T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T10:20:06.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art is...</title><summary type='text'>Just read several blogs this a.m. All made some mention of the essential role of art.Look at two of these statements...two pensees...The job of art is to chase ugliness away. ~ BonoArt is the last defense against death. ~Andre MalrauxWhat are we to make of these statements?Well in some ways they are saying the same thing.To re-cast it we first have to admit that death is inevitable. Hemingway </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111703990345710502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111703990345710502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111703990345710502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111703990345710502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/05/art-is.html' title='Art is...'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111618064506918289</id><published>2005-05-15T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T11:15:41.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abyss 2</title><summary type='text'>The Infinite Abyss ~PascalWow.I am not an infinite abyss. Very limited abyss-wise.I just cussed out a Capital One Tele-Matrix-Attack-Person on the phone.I feel a little bad.I am just grass...a vapor.  The grass blows back and forth but is gone, er...later.I am not an infinite abyss.I am a mini-abyss at best. TrueStill this God dogs me.God pursues for reasons I cannot fathom. Not the dead </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111618064506918289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111618064506918289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111618064506918289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111618064506918289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/05/abyss-2.html' title='The Abyss 2'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12895543.post-111617281134627652</id><published>2005-05-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T09:03:33.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wager Part 1</title><summary type='text'>Another Pascal argument was his famous "wager".It goes like this. If you wager all on God and he turns out to be True, then you win. If you wager all on God and He does not exist, you have at least lived a good life.Either way you win.Hmnnn.I love Pascal, especially the Dutton edition of Pascal. The Penguin edition sucks. Almost like two different Pascals...Dueling Pascals.  Anyway, Pascal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/feeds/111617281134627652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12895543&amp;postID=111617281134627652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111617281134627652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12895543/posts/default/111617281134627652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://postmodernpensees.blogspot.com/2005/05/wager-part-1.html' title='The Wager Part 1'/><author><name>Obi-Mac BakDon</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_HbLsrVYXsts/SGlJsVZQ8MI/AAAAAAAAAmY/mtSBJ1b7zdg/S220/artnavigate.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
