<?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-10452554</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:10:28.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Age Bryan</title><subtitle type='html'>It's a new age and I'm in it, cool.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-110688480844446607</id><published>2004-04-27T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:15:53.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming</title><summary type='text'>I'm still sleeping. I must be still dreaming. I've got the Spree blaring on the computer, a pool outside my temporary back door, hours to be spent in the Four Seasons spa just around the corner, the hottest most coolest guy ever to maybe come over within the next few days, a new job to start Monday, extra shifts to pick up at my recent job, coffee going luke-warm. "On my way" and "hey it's the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/110688480844446607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/110688480844446607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2004/04/dreaming.html' title='Dreaming'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-113792146541332533</id><published>2004-04-06T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:16:21.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping on Amazon</title><summary type='text'>A word of advice – when you’re shopping on Amazon.com, and one of those “buy this and get this disc, too, for only…” scrolls past your eye, make sure you know what you’re buying before you click on it. I bought the newest Converge disc; it’s great. I also bought this disc by a group called From Autumn to Ashes, assuming that, hey, Amazon wouldn’t steer me wrong. Then I find out that my roommate </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113792146541332533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113792146541332533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2004/04/shopping-on-amazon.html' title='Shopping on Amazon'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-113791840807806097</id><published>2004-03-12T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:26:48.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems and Poetry</title><summary type='text'>i. OK, I've been reading sean o'brien and about o'brien. his criticism appears on the edge of brash surlyness. for example, in the poetry review he called keith tuma's "anthology..." 'cack'.iia. I love the end of this ugly poem though - 'fiction and the reading public' - a character, dexter, asks for books to read on death row so his friends give him 'fonda's workout book' and 'how to be a sucker</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.classic-literature.co.uk/poetry/' title='Poems and Poetry'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113791840807806097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113791840807806097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2004/03/poems-and-poetry.html' title='Poems and Poetry'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-110688709420096358</id><published>2004-03-01T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:18:10.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO MORE DRINKS OF SOUTHERN COMFORT (HOROSCOPES)</title><summary type='text'>ARMADILLO (NOV 23 - DEC 21)You have a tendency to develop a tough exterior, but you are actually quite gentle and kind inside. A good evening for you? Old friends, a fire, some roots, fruit, worms, and insects.You're not concerned with anything about today. You're almost prehistoric in your interests and behavior patterns. You probably want to marry another Armadillo, but a Possum is another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/110688709420096358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/110688709420096358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2004/03/two-more-drinks-of-southern-comfort.html' title='TWO MORE DRINKS OF SOUTHERN COMFORT (HOROSCOPES)'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-113792026212981615</id><published>2004-02-04T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:57:42.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oxes - "Oxxxes"</title><summary type='text'>The lecture theatre is off warm, a faint scent of natural gas pitched on the air. Some students doodling matrices of multiple Xs or stickmen sex on their note pads, some scripting every single word the lecturer says. On the black board are forgotten Shimura variations, faded Fullerine formula, and ‘The Russian Futurists’ in foot-high block capitals. The room is quiet out of a tacit fear of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113792026212981615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113792026212981615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2004/02/oxes-oxxxes.html' title='Oxes - &quot;Oxxxes&quot;'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-113791868817862525</id><published>2004-01-05T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:34:55.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good the Bad and the Ugly of 2003</title><summary type='text'>Hope you like the tite, took all of 10 seconds to think up.PROS: Barbara Morgenstern’s Nichts Muss; Bubba SparKISSKISSKISS!; that last verse of Jus’ A Rascal, voice almost getting away from body; Philip Sherburne’s ‘Needledrops’ AGAIN, a marriage proposal to everyone who reads; Ricardo Villalobos’ ‘Easy Lee’ not nearly long enough at 8 mins+; Closer Musik, Sascha Funke, Phantom/Ghost, Luciano, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113791868817862525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113791868817862525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2004/01/good-bad-and-ugly-of-2003.html' title='The Good the Bad and the Ugly of 2003'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-113791971736602840</id><published>2003-12-29T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:17:44.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life or something like it</title><summary type='text'>1. I detest posing for photographs because I do not like to live a moment of my life as if in death.2. The best cinema can awake, out of its death, life in the living.3. That is, the world can seem laid fresh, instant, and novel, like an early evening’s descendent snow, but entire.4. Interactions, the train ride home, paving stones, aware of everything like the whole world suddenly mapped onto a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113791971736602840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113791971736602840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2003/12/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='Life or something like it'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-113791935894761348</id><published>2003-12-14T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T04:19:41.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Virtual Light at the end of the Rainbow</title><summary type='text'>1. Leaves on trees, chemical composition of air stable, relatives congenial.2. Serena Williams loses Grand Slam final, 'dozen' no longer 12, fliers on every second windshield, chain-letter arrives in the post.3. Chip your tooth, giggling at a funeral, William Shakespeare a chimney sweep, misplaced jewellry, no video found in the correct box.4. Hardened chewing gum peels itself from the pavement, </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.virtual-light.com/' title='Virtual Light at the end of the Rainbow'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113791935894761348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113791935894761348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2003/12/virtual-light-at-end-of-rainbow.html' title='Virtual Light at the end of the Rainbow'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-110688727258932542</id><published>2003-11-21T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T20:41:12.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>confusion and clarity</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes it takes confusion to make clarity, without the confusion where would clarity be and without having clarity would we have confusion. Oppposites attract, their meant to attract, they were made for eachother and without eachother they do not exist. I have spent the past month in constant titer toter and alas i've totered, but I totered wrong. I knew time was of the essence in showing what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/110688727258932542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/110688727258932542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2003/11/confusion-and-clarity.html' title='confusion and clarity'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10452554.post-113792001186187588</id><published>2003-11-11T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T00:53:31.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbara Morgenstern - "Nichts Muss"</title><summary type='text'>We talk for hours; Julia has a keen register of the movements of things and she's always moving herself, physically and intellectually. She talks about dancing as a beautiful caesurae of legs, arms, and movement; all 'inevitability', 'stubbornness', and 'spontaneity'. Her answers (a sort of talk-as-dance) ring halos round disappeared shifts, in sync with some aerial order and her own private </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113792001186187588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10452554/posts/default/113792001186187588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bryanlamb.blogspot.com/2003/11/barbara-morgenstern-nichts-muss.html' title='Barbara Morgenstern - &quot;Nichts Muss&quot;'/><author><name>Blog User</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
