<?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-6430869149078588138</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:10:53.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life By Proxy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-2410437965776288250</id><published>2009-12-26T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:26:46.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creativity Amuck</title><content type='html'>Been off my routine of waking and working&lt;br /&gt;and been calmed down for a week or so,&lt;br /&gt;Holidays have come and the new year is lurking&lt;br /&gt;and I'm ready again to go, go, go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how incredible some of my habits were, until I've been stuck at home with nothing to do really.  I will miss school, greatly.  The working from 9 am to ungodly hours of the night, and I will be in a normal scheduled routine.  I start work at Fossil in a week and two days.  I'm excited beyond all belief for this opportunity.  I cannot wait till I am again able to use my creativity to solve other's problems.  My personal projects just seem somewhat unmotivated and empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I work this way?  I may never know.  I want to be busy non-stop, and have evil clients telling me what I did isn't what they want, and to fix it?  I dunno,  I guess it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank my family, and everyone for all of the support over the past year. I pray that God will have me do his work wherever I go, and that what is has in store for me will only get better and better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-2410437965776288250?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/2410437965776288250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=2410437965776288250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/2410437965776288250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/2410437965776288250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/12/creativity-amuck.html' title='Creativity Amuck'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-3142808417409558958</id><published>2009-08-07T05:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T05:28:40.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-me</title><content type='html'>I'm a romantic, and slightly poetic&lt;br /&gt;She said I am nothing and I'm pathetic&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to accept that live alone&lt;br /&gt;it's not my way, not my tone&lt;br /&gt;I've got all this extra love to give&lt;br /&gt;but being desperate is no way to live&lt;br /&gt;So I wont be crawling &lt;br /&gt;nor will I be falling &lt;br /&gt;Back into old routines&lt;br /&gt;of trusting you hurting&lt;br /&gt;instead I'll be flirting&lt;br /&gt;with the idea of opened eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-3142808417409558958?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/3142808417409558958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=3142808417409558958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/3142808417409558958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/3142808417409558958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/08/anti-me.html' title='Anti-me'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-3850503041592731697</id><published>2009-08-03T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:48:13.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made this today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com/submission/224717/Electronic_Gladiator_2_0?streetteam=martiandrivein" title="Electronic Gladiator 2.0 - Threadless T-shirts, Nude No More"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.threadless.com/subbanner/224717/banner1.png" width="220" height="119" border="0" alt="Electronic Gladiator 2.0 - Threadless T-shirts, Nude No More"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-3850503041592731697?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/3850503041592731697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=3850503041592731697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/3850503041592731697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/3850503041592731697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/08/made-this-today.html' title='Made this today.'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-8509007293287003683</id><published>2009-08-01T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T11:35:25.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New poem</title><content type='html'>I'm stacked high, and precariously balanced&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a million grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;I could be blown away or fall over&lt;br /&gt;by just the touch of your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Suspended in animation&lt;br /&gt;I'll forever push forward,&lt;br /&gt;no matter the consequences&lt;br /&gt;or the strength of the chord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how having a broken ankle makes you think a lot.  The recovery time definitely helps too.  I just don't think it coincidence of the people and relationships that have come and struggled because of this incident.  I will treasure everyone and everything that has and will come into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those of you that may read this....thank you.  To those of you that won't....thank you.  To those that have cared less, or more, to those who feel I haven't been all I can or found me to be a better friend than you could ever be, know that life has a funny way of making it all happen for the strangest reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-8509007293287003683?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/8509007293287003683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=8509007293287003683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/8509007293287003683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/8509007293287003683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-poem.html' title='New poem'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-7516268974164501943</id><published>2009-07-25T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T14:20:03.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Imogen Heap started me on a tear.</title><content type='html'>She tweeted this video this morning.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmNr_fnLwtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmNr_fnLwtI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and since I've only been looking for videos that are all edits and came across&lt;a href="http://www.thru-you.com"&gt; thru-you.com&lt;/a&gt; as a result.  Video flash editing is a wonderful invention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-7516268974164501943?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/7516268974164501943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=7516268974164501943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/7516268974164501943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/7516268974164501943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/07/imogen-heap-started-me-on-tear.html' title='Imogen Heap started me on a tear.'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-6458375565257992403</id><published>2009-07-23T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T09:11:25.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The neverminds</title><content type='html'>I'm a chemical poet&lt;div&gt;with thoughts that don't change my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but my life is in a constant phase shift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the changes are for the better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but this solid reaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;has me liquid and going with the flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-6458375565257992403?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/6458375565257992403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=6458375565257992403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/6458375565257992403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/6458375565257992403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/07/neverminds.html' title='The neverminds'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-289874112923774495</id><published>2009-07-17T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:52:04.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally another post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a break in time and of my ankle. I'm back.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a little diddy I cooked up today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3730802612_167c89e975_o.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 472px; height: 709px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3458/3730802612_167c89e975_o.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-289874112923774495?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/289874112923774495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=289874112923774495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/289874112923774495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/289874112923774495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/07/finally-another-post.html' title='Finally another post'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-237972343145183070</id><published>2009-05-29T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T06:47:36.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up, Up, Up</title><content type='html'>Last night at midnight, I went to see Pixar's new masterpiece, Up!  Not only was I ridiculously excited to see the new preview for toy story 3, but the movie itself.... SO GOOD!  Usually by 1 am I'm yawning left and right, and not able to keep my eyes open, but the movie captivated me.  I 'm constantly so impressed by Pixar's story telling ability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the question asked is, "Will you go see it again?"  And I will answer, "yes".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-237972343145183070?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/237972343145183070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=237972343145183070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/237972343145183070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/237972343145183070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/05/up-up-up.html' title='Up, Up, Up'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-8862702480110258068</id><published>2009-05-20T18:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T05:17:08.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspired by the simple things</title><content type='html'>I was just walking around this empty house and realized how easy inspiration strikes.  I wrote a poem, and instantly stuck in my head.  so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is that blue glowing light in the other room?&lt;br /&gt;Left on TV on last night,&lt;br /&gt;And fell asleep but it wasn't a moment too soon&lt;br /&gt;It all felt so perfect and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now it's is a new day,&lt;br /&gt;new breath,&lt;br /&gt;new phase.&lt;br /&gt;And it's all in the words that you write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-8862702480110258068?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/8862702480110258068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=8862702480110258068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/8862702480110258068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/8862702480110258068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspired-by-simple-things.html' title='Inspired by the simple things'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-2873433513043898308</id><published>2009-05-18T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:35:08.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Current obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stickam.com/"&gt;Stickam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but there is definitely something about being a voyeur.  I enjoy people watching out in public, so this is like doing so from the safety of my own couch.  I have detected trends in the people computer literate enough to use a webcam...I'm currently in the process of creating a venn diagram for the average stickam user that you might find online at any given time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-2873433513043898308?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/2873433513043898308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=2873433513043898308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/2873433513043898308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/2873433513043898308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/05/current-obsession.html' title='Current obsession'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-1127590789348789265</id><published>2009-05-18T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T09:43:17.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McBess is the McBest</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite artists, &lt;a href="http://mcbess.com/"&gt;McBess&lt;/a&gt;, has released a shirt at one of my favorite places, &lt;a href="http://www.threadless.com?streetteam=martiandrivein"&gt;Threadless&lt;/a&gt;.  The shirt can be viewed in his animation, Woody.  Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cD1Rrfc0y-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cD1Rrfc0y-M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I find most impressive about this animation is the traslation from McBess's intricate and delicate linework into 3-D.  The characters are really fun, and the smoothness of animation is second to none.  If you're interested in anything McBess I would check out his website.  Special thanks to UPSO for making the shirt happen.  I'm very excited about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-1127590789348789265?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/1127590789348789265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=1127590789348789265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/1127590789348789265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/1127590789348789265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/05/mcbess-is-mcbest.html' title='McBess is the McBest'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6430869149078588138.post-2233818904969025710</id><published>2009-05-17T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:16:59.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first post on a naked blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've had &lt;/span&gt;this blog for far too long to have not posted anything.  Partially because I hadn't decided whether it should be a art blog, a rants and "about me" sort of blog, or a poetry blog.  Well today, in my infinite amount of boredom I've accumulated over the past few days, I decided.  I decided, why not have the best of at least 2 of the worlds and include inspirational art and works that I've done, as well as poetry that I am inspired to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good &lt;a href="http://ironkyle.wordpress.com/"&gt;Kyle&lt;/a&gt; has recently begun to blog and, I figured I might try my hand at it once again, since I've deleted xanga, live journal, and myspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to start off this wonderful journey, a trek into the imagination, filtration, and excretion of my brain, I will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6430869149078588138-2233818904969025710?l=rlen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/feeds/2233818904969025710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6430869149078588138&amp;postID=2233818904969025710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/2233818904969025710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6430869149078588138/posts/default/2233818904969025710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rlen.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-post-on-naked-blog.html' title='The first post on a naked blog'/><author><name>By Proxy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03810899561842879773</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nnlOLtZ8DV0/ShM-z7ptvvI/AAAAAAAAABo/8miqXxstqtU/S220/2667_562524908594_18306874_34599113_7843555_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
