<?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-15460915</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:56:17.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Horse Latitudes</title><subtitle type='html'>Life in a semi-urban parched landscape.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-911880594952614010</id><published>2007-05-23T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T07:10:28.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RlRKvtfo8eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nE6zu_hCncw/s1600-h/IMG_0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RlRKvtfo8eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nE6zu_hCncw/s320/IMG_0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067757664225260002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been working weekends, to save up time for an upcoming vacation.  It's weird being at the office and lab when no one else is around; almost like you're a ghost that's haunting the place.  A ghost who still feels compelled to keep the eight-to-five schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new camera by the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-911880594952614010?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/911880594952614010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=911880594952614010&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/911880594952614010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/911880594952614010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/05/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RlRKvtfo8eI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nE6zu_hCncw/s72-c/IMG_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-8438055897809210281</id><published>2007-04-24T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:48:59.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Segways</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/Ri7PWyrW_OI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UKOwrDKrYAI/s1600-h/Segways.do.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/Ri7PWyrW_OI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UKOwrDKrYAI/s320/Segways.do.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057207422051351778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can't really see it in this picture, but there's about 4 people on Segways, all riding in a fleet.  I always thought that, used for their intended purpose (an alternative to driving for city dwellers), the Segway was a good idea.  But at like $20k per, it's kind of a ridiculous idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-8438055897809210281?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/8438055897809210281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=8438055897809210281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/8438055897809210281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/8438055897809210281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/04/segways.html' title='Segways'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/Ri7PWyrW_OI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UKOwrDKrYAI/s72-c/Segways.do.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-7276476651896933369</id><published>2007-04-10T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:39:40.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidewalks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RhxKL0nUJDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9_gc1jTGqWU/s1600-h/sidewalks.jpeg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RhxKL0nUJDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9_gc1jTGqWU/s320/sidewalks.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051994448965411890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Tucson, there aren't that many sidewalks.  In fact, sometimes you're lucky to get any kind of clearing near the curb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-7276476651896933369?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/7276476651896933369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=7276476651896933369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/7276476651896933369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/7276476651896933369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/04/sidewalks.html' title='Sidewalks'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RhxKL0nUJDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9_gc1jTGqWU/s72-c/sidewalks.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-2258523981789769338</id><published>2007-04-09T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:18:44.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RhsQAknUJCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kJPjZS_reUo/s1600-h/Plantes.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RhsQAknUJCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kJPjZS_reUo/s320/Plantes.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051649009040761890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've all got our hobbies.  I cook, Maya gardens.  I did a ton of yardwork for her this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-2258523981789769338?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2258523981789769338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=2258523981789769338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/2258523981789769338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/2258523981789769338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/04/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RhsQAknUJCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kJPjZS_reUo/s72-c/Plantes.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-2973625055178739524</id><published>2007-04-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T20:44:08.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RhcTcD5eolI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d6TTPc6oNP4/s1600-h/Judgement.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RhcTcD5eolI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d6TTPc6oNP4/s320/Judgement.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050526879922954834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seen on a car in Austin.  I figured out how to pull images from my phone.  The blog is back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-2973625055178739524?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/2973625055178739524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=2973625055178739524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/2973625055178739524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/2973625055178739524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/04/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QA0alJUGYLg/RhcTcD5eolI/AAAAAAAAAAM/d6TTPc6oNP4/s72-c/Judgement.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-117146206560306788</id><published>2007-02-14T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T06:07:45.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camera</title><content type='html'>My camera's done for.  I'm sorry.  I really should update this blog more; but it'll be harder without pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-117146206560306788?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/117146206560306788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=117146206560306788&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/117146206560306788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/117146206560306788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2007/02/camera.html' title='Camera'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-116516684573674911</id><published>2006-12-03T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T09:27:26.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Futz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4876/1432/1600/280308/DSC02490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4876/1432/320/829356/DSC02490.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me: These are weird looking!  I need a picture.&lt;br /&gt;Maya: Oh yeah, we have these in Texas.  They're called "futz bugs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Later, I do a google search, as well as look in a guide to insects and arachnids I've got, but turn up nothing called a "futz bug".  I ask a guy at work, Jon, who did his BS in entomology.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, yeah, I've been seeing these "futz bugs" all around lately.  They're interesting, but I can't figure out what the scientific name is. &lt;br /&gt;Jon: Well, different parts of the country have different names for insects, so I'm not too sure either.  I'll see what I can find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Still later, I tell Maya Jon has no idea what a "futz bug" is.  We look at the pictures and compare.  They're  type of weevil.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya: Yeah, so, I made up the name futz bug.  I totally had you going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I'm really gullible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-116516684573674911?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/116516684573674911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=116516684573674911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/116516684573674911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/116516684573674911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/12/futz.html' title='Futz'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-116268251313287576</id><published>2006-11-04T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T15:21:53.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02478.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02478.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're having an engagement party tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-116268251313287576?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/116268251313287576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=116268251313287576&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/116268251313287576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/116268251313287576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/11/party.html' title='Party'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-116172654433907490</id><published>2006-10-24T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:49:04.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unnews</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02475.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not that it was any surprise to anyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-116172654433907490?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/116172654433907490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=116172654433907490&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/116172654433907490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/116172654433907490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/10/unnews.html' title='Unnews'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115715562992724803</id><published>2006-09-01T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T17:07:09.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02459.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm sort of looking at this whole "working" thing as an opportunity to learn more crap these days.  Nevertheless, I'm taking a class because I'm bored.  And I don't know much about chemistry at all.  I'm still not sure what a pile of rocks has to do with Organic Chemistry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115715562992724803?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115715562992724803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115715562992724803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115715562992724803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115715562992724803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/09/school.html' title='School?'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115661863237467550</id><published>2006-08-26T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:57:12.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02452.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Should I be worried?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115661863237467550?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115661863237467550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115661863237467550&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115661863237467550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115661863237467550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/evil.html' title='Evil?'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115570028809213921</id><published>2006-08-15T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:51:28.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02451.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I ordered one of the favorite board games from my childhood recently.  Since I work so far away, I have to tell people on eBay or at the USPS to leave my packages, since I won't be around when they're delivered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115570028809213921?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115570028809213921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115570028809213921&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115570028809213921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115570028809213921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/games.html' title='Games'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115500915996233333</id><published>2006-08-07T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:52:39.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edgar Allen Poe's writing desk.  This is lazy, but I need to take more pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115500915996233333?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115500915996233333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115500915996233333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115500915996233333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115500915996233333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/poe.html' title='Poe'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115470222693548024</id><published>2006-08-04T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:37:06.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cactus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02401.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got Maya a cactus for her birthday, and it's been blooming a lot, mostly at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115470222693548024?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115470222693548024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115470222693548024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115470222693548024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115470222693548024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/08/cactus.html' title='Cactus'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115428137198414713</id><published>2006-07-30T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T10:42:51.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Information</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02402.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an actual Gutenberg bible.  It's fascinating to think of how it revolutionized the ability to disseminate information.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115428137198414713?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115428137198414713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115428137198414713&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115428137198414713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115428137198414713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/07/information.html' title='Information'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115419427228952051</id><published>2006-07-29T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T10:31:12.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02443.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02443.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish we didn't use so many fossil fuels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115419427228952051?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115419427228952051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115419427228952051&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115419427228952051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115419427228952051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/07/oil.html' title='Oil'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115414098731765886</id><published>2006-07-28T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:43:07.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02428.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02428.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Texans are proud of being from Texas.  Many will buy only Texas-made products, including one of my favorite incredibly cheap beers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115414098731765886?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115414098731765886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115414098731765886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115414098731765886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115414098731765886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/07/texans.html' title='Texans'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115379018481713373</id><published>2006-07-24T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T18:16:24.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02406.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The saddest image from Texas: A sad candy corn painted on the side of a building, where the business within no longer exists.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115379018481713373?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115379018481713373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115379018481713373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115379018481713373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115379018481713373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/07/corn.html' title='Corn'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115367180583472057</id><published>2006-07-23T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:23:25.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02446.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yep, Maya's dad has two honest-to-god cans of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billy_Beer"&gt;Billy Beer&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115367180583472057?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115367180583472057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115367180583472057&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115367180583472057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115367180583472057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/07/beer.html' title='Beer'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115358554223599880</id><published>2006-07-22T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T09:25:42.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Austin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02410.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02410.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Found 2 Goats  (one may be a sheep)  XXX-XXXX"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently spent about a week in Texas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115358554223599880?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115358554223599880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115358554223599880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115358554223599880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115358554223599880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/07/austin.html' title='Austin'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115268180828063628</id><published>2006-07-11T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T22:23:28.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continue</title><content type='html'>So, yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last post was written in a weird fit of depression.  I'm on new acne drugs, you see (or rather, old acne  drugs that I'm returning to after quite some time), and it's a side effect.  In any event, I'll be in Austin for a week starting tomorrow.  Then, I'll have some pictures, once I find my USB cable for my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to make this sad or melancholy at least.  It just happens.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115268180828063628?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115268180828063628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115268180828063628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115268180828063628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115268180828063628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/07/continue.html' title='Continue'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-115135201200117299</id><published>2006-06-26T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:00:12.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not?</title><content type='html'>It's been a month.  A month of mostly no computer, and still no internet (I'm typing this from work, in fact). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog, as any readers who are still left will well know, has been a place of melancholy.  Recent events/discussions/debates between two friends of mine via the internet have made me wonder if this is even necessary anymore.  There's a lot of that out in blog-land, and, well, frankly, I wonder if I need to add to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I like doing this.  This was intended as a document about my life here in Tucson, the general feeling of malaise that entails (partly because of a very good reason to stay), and the few unusual things about this town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder about a few things.  I'm getting closer to 30.  My childhood dreams have been blocked from me, for a time at least, and it's going to take a little while before I figure out a life plan now.  And, honestly, all the upper-middle-class retarded angst that anyone has.  Yes, life is hard.  It's hard for &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;.  Nothing's easy, and why should it be?  So, do I continue, or do I stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-115135201200117299?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/115135201200117299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=115135201200117299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115135201200117299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/115135201200117299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-not.html' title='Why not?'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114892825396918391</id><published>2006-05-29T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T11:44:13.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Burgled</title><content type='html'>I was going to put a picture up of this, but then I realized I forgot to take one of my smashed-in door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, the laptop that I use to ever-so-infrequently update this thing has been taken.  If you thought posts were intermittent before, they'll only get intermittent-er.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114892825396918391?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114892825396918391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114892825396918391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114892825396918391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114892825396918391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/05/burgled.html' title='Burgled'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114768402519894540</id><published>2006-05-15T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T02:07:09.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02399.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It looks like someone shot my car door with a BB gun.  I had to order touch up paint, no matter what happened to my car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114768402519894540?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114768402519894540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114768402519894540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114768402519894540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114768402519894540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/05/dings.html' title='Dings'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114675173694288454</id><published>2006-05-04T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T07:08:56.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fences</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02397.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately about fences.  I watched a recent CNN/Anderson Cooper report about the Minutemen.  It pissed me off a lot, as it always does whenever white people complain about illegals taking their jobs.  The Minutemen are people who've never been poor, have never had to scrounge for a dollar or two to make ends meet.  They're people who are not complaining about the low, low price of apples or lettuce because someone picked them who didn't have to make minimum wage or get health benefits.  They're people who shop at Wal-Mart, not because they can't afford anything else, but because it's convenient, and there, and a name they trust.  It's funny to think what might happen to their low prices and jobs for Americans if there were no more illegal workers in this country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114675173694288454?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114675173694288454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114675173694288454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114675173694288454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114675173694288454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/05/fences.html' title='Fences'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114661914524163692</id><published>2006-05-02T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T18:19:05.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tacos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02398.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite things about Tucson is the abundance of Mexican fast food.  There are small taco stands everywhere, and they all advertise their Carne Asada.  Oh, and many, MANY are open all night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114661914524163692?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114661914524163692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114661914524163692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114661914524163692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114661914524163692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/05/tacos.html' title='Tacos'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114429894112812021</id><published>2006-04-05T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T21:49:01.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02395.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The text says:&lt;br /&gt;"  Do you want free porn? Contact my AIM SN 'abunnyinpink' just say 'give me some pics now!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No age verification required, totally free! Just send an instant message to AIM screen name "abunnyinpink".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any message you send is fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIM abuse can be reported &lt;a href="http://www.aim.com/help_faq/report_form.adp" rel="nofollow"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, isn't this technically an abuse of AIM?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114429894112812021?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114429894112812021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114429894112812021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114429894112812021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114429894112812021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/04/porn.html' title='Porn?'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114372562881332394</id><published>2006-03-30T05:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T05:33:48.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;People complain about traffic in Tucson, but this is really as bad as it gets.  It's not stop-and-go the way it is other places, mostly you just have to wait for people who are running red lights on your sides.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114372562881332394?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114372562881332394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114372562881332394&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114372562881332394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114372562881332394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/03/traffic.html' title='Traffic'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114364291402256198</id><published>2006-03-29T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T06:35:14.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Housing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02386.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02386.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to be looking for new places to live in the near future.  This is one of those types of places that I'm pretty opposed to.  I used to live in an apartment complex-type place, but it really puts you entirely too close to other people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114364291402256198?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114364291402256198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114364291402256198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114364291402256198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114364291402256198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/03/housing.html' title='Housing'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114355583883322808</id><published>2006-03-28T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T06:23:58.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02389.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02389.4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've just not been able to get enough sleep lately.  I'm not entirely sure why, but I've been sleeping for hours and hours and it's just never enough.  Maybe I'll take a day off and spend it in bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114355583883322808?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114355583883322808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114355583883322808&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114355583883322808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114355583883322808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114290273027008810</id><published>2006-03-20T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:58:50.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/CreepyTorsten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/CreepyTorsten.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture from my friend T's visit to the Pentagon.  Or rather, a picture of a picture.  As a German citizen, he had to be escorted by an American (well also as a Pentagon visitor, and not an employee).  I think this picture makes him look a little creepy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114290273027008810?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114290273027008810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114290273027008810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114290273027008810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114290273027008810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/03/t.html' title='T'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114280549905071416</id><published>2006-03-19T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T13:58:19.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02382.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It hailed a little this morning down by where I live.  It's always interesting to me that it sometimes hails here, huge chunks, and frequently rain or hail can happen only in a few parts of the city.  Weather is not necessarily consistent all throughout Tucson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114280549905071416?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114280549905071416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114280549905071416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114280549905071416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114280549905071416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/03/hail.html' title='Hail'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114246514003904372</id><published>2006-03-15T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T15:25:40.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02346.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are some freakishly large moths in this city.  This one was on our door since about 7:00 this morning.  This picture was taken minutes before posting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114246514003904372?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114246514003904372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114246514003904372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114246514003904372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114246514003904372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/03/moth.html' title='Moth'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114161111995257917</id><published>2006-03-05T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:11:59.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02344.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just what you've always wanted... me to show some skin.  I have a little lump near that big lump of flesh where my thumb starts.  At first, I thought it was wart, so I bought the Wartner.  Now that I look around, I'm starting to think that it might be a blister.  But it's been there for the better part of a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114161111995257917?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114161111995257917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114161111995257917&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114161111995257917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114161111995257917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/03/skin.html' title='Skin'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114117481811683493</id><published>2006-02-28T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:03:31.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02341.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02341.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had President's Day off, so I did my taxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114117481811683493?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114117481811683493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114117481811683493&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114117481811683493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114117481811683493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/02/taxes.html' title='Taxes'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114104769171797053</id><published>2006-02-27T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T05:41:31.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Liars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02340.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3-4 years ago, these guys were one of my favorite bands.  I, too, got caught up in the "dance-punk" craze for about 10 minutes.  Anyway, then they released their second album.  They're coming to Tucson relatively soon.  I have some mixed feelings about the show, to say the least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114104769171797053?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114104769171797053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114104769171797053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114104769171797053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114104769171797053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/02/liars.html' title='Liars'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114091149690912678</id><published>2006-02-25T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T05:31:30.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PS1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02337.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone ever wanted to know how big a nerd I am. My first thought when my PS1 broke was "at least my PS2 is backward compatible and can play all the old games". My second thought was "how does this thing work? Boy, it'd be cool if I could de-solder it and figure it out". So I bought a soldering iron, a breadboard, a digital multimeter, and a few other electronics supplies. So far, I've mapped the circuit for the AC-to-DC converter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114091149690912678?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114091149690912678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114091149690912678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114091149690912678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114091149690912678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/02/ps1.html' title='PS1'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-114091123605272687</id><published>2006-02-25T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:52:24.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02335.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my Valentine's day presents to Maya. We have both been watching and re-watching the first season of The Office (British). So I put her stapler in Jello. She liked it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-114091123605272687?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/114091123605272687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=114091123605272687&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114091123605272687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/114091123605272687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentine.html' title='Valentine'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113937429366805171</id><published>2006-02-07T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T20:51:33.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Groceries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02331.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought about shopping at Trader Joe's, but with my brand new car, it made me feel too much like a huge yuppie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113937429366805171?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113937429366805171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113937429366805171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113937429366805171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113937429366805171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/02/groceries.html' title='Groceries'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113851006716155819</id><published>2006-01-28T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T20:47:47.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/bowlingmullet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/bowlingmullet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya's been treating new patients.  One of them is interested in bowling and celebrities.  I have no idea who this is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113851006716155819?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113851006716155819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113851006716155819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113851006716155819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113851006716155819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/01/bowling.html' title='Bowling'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113734681601850308</id><published>2006-01-15T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T09:40:16.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02243.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad cleaned up my Christmas presents from the living room by piling all my stuff on the floor of my bedroom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113734681601850308?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113734681601850308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113734681601850308&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113734681601850308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113734681601850308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/01/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113679111692188039</id><published>2006-01-08T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T23:18:36.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02317.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02317.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow these all fell on my bed this weekend.  It's sort of scary, with the overdue notices and the 401(K) stuff.  It made me realize that I'm 25 now, and, statistically, roughly 1/3 of my life is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113679111692188039?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113679111692188039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113679111692188039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113679111692188039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113679111692188039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/01/yikes.html' title='Yikes'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113651053960298087</id><published>2006-01-05T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:22:19.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02279.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya came to visit me in Seattle.  Some of my friends threw a New Year's Eve party, and lots of alcohol was consumed by everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113651053960298087?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113651053960298087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113651053960298087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113651053960298087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113651053960298087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113614933051520373</id><published>2006-01-01T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T13:02:10.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astronomy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This school has a telescope on top of it.  I think the funds were raised and stuff by the son of one of the infamous physics professors.  Astronomy's the reason I came to Tucson, but not the reason I'm staying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fact: This school was featured in "Romy &amp;amp; Michelle's High School Reunion"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone, for those of you to whom this applies: make it better than the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113614933051520373?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113614933051520373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113614933051520373&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113614933051520373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113614933051520373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2006/01/astronomy.html' title='Astronomy'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113607737651459461</id><published>2005-12-31T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:02:56.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Badge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/Badge_edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/Badge_edit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is my security badge.  I don't know why it needs a mission statement.  Sorry about the blackout at the bottom.  Friends have had problems with using their company's name in blogs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113607737651459461?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113607737651459461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113607737651459461&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113607737651459461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113607737651459461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/12/badge.html' title='Badge'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113588266870795317</id><published>2005-12-29T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T10:57:48.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02241.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02241.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've been driving Maya's truck to work.  It's almost as old as my Volvo, which doesn't run anymore.  I feel bad about tying up her own personal vehicle, but there's really no other option for me at this point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113588266870795317?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113588266870795317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113588266870795317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113588266870795317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113588266870795317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/12/truck.html' title='Truck'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113580648059524520</id><published>2005-12-28T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:48:00.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Convenience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02240.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These houses are near my work, which is far from downtown Tucson.  This photo is a little misleading, because there is a Carl's Jr. just behind the view here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113580648059524520?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113580648059524520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113580648059524520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113580648059524520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113580648059524520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/12/convenience.html' title='Convenience'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113570160187582308</id><published>2005-12-27T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T08:40:01.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02235.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the women I work with baked gingerbread men for everyone in my department, as a Christmas gift.  They're really good, but by the time I got to mine, the icing had melted a few together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113570160187582308?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113570160187582308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113570160187582308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113570160187582308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113570160187582308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas.html' title='Xmas'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113562415521822640</id><published>2005-12-26T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T11:09:15.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Workplace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02232.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the exterior of my new job.  Oro Valley has an ordinance that a certain percentage of all construction project costs go to new, publicly-available art, so many buildings have some strange sculpture in front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113562415521822640?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113562415521822640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113562415521822640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113562415521822640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113562415521822640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/12/workplace.html' title='Workplace'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113535820020899402</id><published>2005-12-23T09:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T09:16:40.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the utter lack of updates in a month or so. I have more to post, I swear, so I'll get on that really soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113535820020899402?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113535820020899402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113535820020899402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113535820020899402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113535820020899402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/12/sorry_23.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113272313702400256</id><published>2005-11-22T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T21:18:57.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skyboxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02219.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya says there are a lot of skyboxes for our stadium.  I have no idea how many are a lot, or even what a "skybox" is or used for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113272313702400256?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113272313702400256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113272313702400256&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113272313702400256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113272313702400256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/11/skyboxes.html' title='Skyboxes'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113250504081076125</id><published>2005-11-20T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T08:44:00.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reserved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02223.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Why anyone felt the need to reserve this lot, I'll never know.  No one parks here.  Ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113250504081076125?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113250504081076125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113250504081076125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113250504081076125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113250504081076125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/11/reserved.html' title='Reserved'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113236521077619717</id><published>2005-11-18T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T17:53:30.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02220.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why these holes were in the pavement.  I'm a little curious about what was stuck in the sidewalk and then removed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113236521077619717?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113236521077619717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113236521077619717&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113236521077619717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113236521077619717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/11/holes.html' title='Holes'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113223590875397099</id><published>2005-11-17T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T05:58:28.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puddles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02221.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One way I can get home is to walk through the UA football stadium.  Underneath the stadium is an ever-present puddle of water.  In the darkness, with only the orange sodium lamps illuminating the space beneath the stadium, the water looks much seedier and more dangerous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113223590875397099?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113223590875397099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113223590875397099&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113223590875397099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113223590875397099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/11/puddles.html' title='Puddles'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113207204464225976</id><published>2005-11-15T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T08:27:24.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cockatiel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02222.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've never understood birds as pets.  They're noisy, kind of stupid, and can fly away.  It's absolutely bizarre to me that someone wants their missing cockatiel caught and returned to them.  Seems a futile task.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113207204464225976?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113207204464225976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113207204464225976&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113207204464225976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113207204464225976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/11/cockatiel.html' title='Cockatiel'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113182422557236473</id><published>2005-11-12T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T11:37:05.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02217.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was Halloween recently.  I like carving pumpkins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113182422557236473?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113182422557236473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113182422557236473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113182422557236473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113182422557236473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113039586141437894</id><published>2005-10-26T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:51:01.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wonder how many woodpeckers die each year from trying to eat bugs out of these tasty metal poles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113039586141437894?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113039586141437894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113039586141437894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113039586141437894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113039586141437894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/pole.html' title='Pole'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113021440466288955</id><published>2005-10-24T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T21:26:44.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC021881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC021881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I long ago forgot what this sign said.  It seemed to be indicating something happening on a Wednesday, although didn't specify time or place.  It was as if someone said "there's a holiday in October" but never specified which one or what day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113021440466288955?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113021440466288955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113021440466288955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113021440466288955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113021440466288955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/sign.html' title='Sign'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-113001838561973382</id><published>2005-10-22T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:59:45.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone tried to paint over the graffitti on this wall with different-colored paint.  I'm not entirely sure why anyone thought this would work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-113001838561973382?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/113001838561973382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=113001838561973382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113001838561973382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/113001838561973382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/wall.html' title='Wall'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112977814317386075</id><published>2005-10-19T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:15:43.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02184.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The physics building has been experiencing a rash of thefts lately, so they put keypads on all the main entrances to the building.  In turn, they refitted all the locks with new keyholes that don't recognize the old keys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112977814317386075?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112977814317386075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112977814317386075&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112977814317386075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112977814317386075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/keys.html' title='Keys'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112968348944731882</id><published>2005-10-18T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:58:09.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Down this street is where my old apartment is.  I miss the place a little, but I really do like my new house enough to offset it.  My new house is, in the end, a lot cheaper for me anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112968348944731882?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112968348944731882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112968348944731882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112968348944731882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112968348944731882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/homes.html' title='Homes'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112960003800245831</id><published>2005-10-17T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T18:47:18.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02186.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02186.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes water will just well up onto the sidewalk in Tucson from unseen sources.  If you look around the water, you can see white streaks on the sidewalk.  The water here is so full of foreign minerals and such that it stains the sidewalk.  Ironically, this picture was taken in front of the Water Use and Efficiency office at the UA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112960003800245831?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112960003800245831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112960003800245831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112960003800245831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112960003800245831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/water.html' title='Water'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112887806200080429</id><published>2005-10-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T10:14:22.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oasis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/ACL%20Fest%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/ACL%20Fest%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this was Oasis.  I never really liked them, and age has not made them better.  I do like this picture, actually.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112887806200080429?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112887806200080429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112887806200080429&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112887806200080429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112887806200080429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/oasis.html' title='Oasis'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112861505030807578</id><published>2005-10-06T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T09:10:50.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/ACL%20Fest%20022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/ACL%20Fest%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These guys were holding banners outside the festival on the first day, but I never saw them again.  I don't know why they gave up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112861505030807578?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112861505030807578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112861505030807578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112861505030807578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112861505030807578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/god.html' title='God'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112839234171120388</id><published>2005-10-03T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T19:19:01.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparedness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/ACL%20Fest%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/ACL%20Fest%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Unlike the Bumbershoot festivals of my youth, we came prepared to keep our beer cold and have nice places to sit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112839234171120388?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112839234171120388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112839234171120388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112839234171120388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112839234171120388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/preparedness.html' title='Preparedness'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112829397127808039</id><published>2005-10-02T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:59:31.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/ACL%20Fest%20012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/ACL%20Fest%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One day, it was so hot we walked to a restaurant nearby and got margaritas.  They revived us.  I picked a red strawberry margarita, knowing it was the least unusually-colored margarita on the menu.  Maya and Josh both got purple ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112829397127808039?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112829397127808039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112829397127808039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112829397127808039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112829397127808039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/10/salvation.html' title='Salvation'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112801075518938395</id><published>2005-09-29T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:19:15.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sphere</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/ACL%20Fest%200011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/ACL%20Fest%200011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These spheres were set up at regular places around the festival grounds.  I suppose they provided convenient landmarks for meething or direction, but they provided a strange "Logan's Run" type quality to the festival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112801075518938395?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112801075518938395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112801075518938395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112801075518938395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112801075518938395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/09/sphere.html' title='Sphere'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112792194436413610</id><published>2005-09-28T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T08:39:04.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/ACL%20Fest%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/ACL%20Fest%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've spent roughly the past week in Austin for a music festival.  We were breathing in this amount of dust for 6-8 hours every day.  I'm still coughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112792194436413610?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112792194436413610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112792194436413610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112792194436413610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112792194436413610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/09/dust.html' title='Dust'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112714556784335024</id><published>2005-09-19T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T08:59:27.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only indication that I have that my landlord/landlady is doing yardwork is smashed prickly pear cactus fruit on the sidewalk.  There was another one of those beetles in the bushes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112714556784335024?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112714556784335024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112714556784335024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112714556784335024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112714556784335024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/09/fruit.html' title='Fruit'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112700019135182924</id><published>2005-09-17T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T16:36:31.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Software</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what the kind of computer programming that I do looks like.  It's graphical, so often hard to tell what's happening "behind the scenes".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112700019135182924?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112700019135182924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112700019135182924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112700019135182924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112700019135182924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/09/software.html' title='Software'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112700028031153668</id><published>2005-09-16T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T16:38:00.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They constructed a parking lot near my house, but forgot to make it even.  Some potholes are waiting to happen here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112700028031153668?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112700028031153668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112700028031153668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112700028031153668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112700028031153668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/09/spaces.html' title='Spaces'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112688869659135748</id><published>2005-09-15T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:38:16.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm trying to learn how to write a good cover letter in my new job search.  There are a lot of ways to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112688869659135748?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112688869659135748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112688869659135748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112688869659135748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112688869659135748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/09/letters.html' title='Letters'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112674797688631027</id><published>2005-09-14T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T18:32:56.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason I started this thing was so that I'd have a reason to take pictures of rags and items of clothing that I found in the street.  For some reason that I've never been able to understand, they're all endlessly fascinating to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112674797688631027?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112674797688631027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112674797688631027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112674797688631027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112674797688631027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/09/rags.html' title='Rags'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112665757011106923</id><published>2005-09-13T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:26:10.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During football games, several temporary signs are put up all around my neighborhood.  Then, they're just left lying on the sidewalk or near the road.  Remarkably, very few ever appear to be stolen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112665757011106923?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112665757011106923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112665757011106923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112665757011106923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112665757011106923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/09/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112657557129257454</id><published>2005-09-12T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T18:39:31.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beetles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Typically, I don't like too many insects, or bugs.  Particularly not when large or when they fly.  I really like beetles for some reason.  They're harmless to humans, and have a very diverse life cycle, in which they're several different types of creatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.  That's kind of dumb and trite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112657557129257454?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112657557129257454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112657557129257454&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112657557129257454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112657557129257454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/09/beetles.html' title='Beetles'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112545927034832283</id><published>2005-08-30T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:34:30.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what passes for my desk in the lab.  As you can see, stuff is all over it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112545927034832283?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112545927034832283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112545927034832283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112545927034832283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112545927034832283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/mess.html' title='Mess'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112545915609455137</id><published>2005-08-29T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:32:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm back to work.  My instrument is in pieces because I need to get some more sensitive measurements through realignment of everything.  The dangerous laser is the silvery box in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112545915609455137?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112545915609455137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112545915609455137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112545915609455137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112545915609455137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112545902090212497</id><published>2005-08-28T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:30:20.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maya's couch has been urinated on twice by her cats while she's been away on separate occasions.  So, I'm watching her cats while she's in Hawaii for her officemate's wedding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112545902090212497?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112545902090212497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112545902090212497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112545902090212497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112545902090212497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/couch.html' title='Couch'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112545948692604539</id><published>2005-08-25T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:38:40.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maya tells me that I have a thing for Homer Simpson and Godzilla. It's a little weird. In a way, they're both my heroes. Godzilla kind of gets his way no matter what, and Homer has an unquestioned zest for life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112545948692604539?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112545948692604539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112545948692604539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112545948692604539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112545948692604539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112493995344580239</id><published>2005-08-24T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T20:19:22.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat on a leash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucy with harness and leash eating cat food out of a can. I really want to train her with the food and the leash, and it's coming along, but it'll take patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112493995344580239?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112493995344580239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112493995344580239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112493995344580239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112493995344580239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/cat-on-leash.html' title='Cat on a leash'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112484534508868407</id><published>2005-08-23T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T18:02:25.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is it.  The room where I've been studying.  I can't seem to find those sunglasses now, but anyway, I hope this room has paid off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112484534508868407?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112484534508868407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112484534508868407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112484534508868407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112484534508868407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/room.html' title='Room'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112475062016333518</id><published>2005-08-22T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:46:33.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Starting tomorrow, there's 3 days of this left. Then, no more studying general physics for a little while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112475062016333518?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112475062016333518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112475062016333518&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112475062016333518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112475062016333518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/almost.html' title='Almost'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112475073036844480</id><published>2005-08-21T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T15:45:30.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maya and I took a trip to Mt. Lemmon today for a picnic.  It was nice to get away from the scorching heat of yesterday and just eat chips and drink champagne in the woods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112475073036844480?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112475073036844480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112475073036844480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112475073036844480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112475073036844480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/picnic.html' title='Picnic'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112458508369991732</id><published>2005-08-20T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T17:44:43.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naturally</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sometimes the sunsets here are really pretty.  Shortly after taking this one, the sky settled into a sedimented color layer, purple at the bottom and pinkish-red on top.  Shortly after that, the football stadium started testing its PA system by playing "The Best of AC/DC".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112458508369991732?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112458508369991732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112458508369991732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112458508369991732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112458508369991732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/naturally.html' title='Naturally'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112449856748815305</id><published>2005-08-19T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T17:42:47.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture doesn't show it too well, but there was a tremendous line of ants on the sidewalk outside my house a couple of days ago.  It's strange to me how sometimes ants form such huge lines everywhere, with no discernable purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112449856748815305?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112449856748815305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112449856748815305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112449856748815305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112449856748815305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/ants.html' title='Ants'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112441064866272456</id><published>2005-08-18T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T22:15:26.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potential Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Prickly pear cacti block the path to our house in two places. I've seen my cat rub up against them, but I know it'll be me falling into them one night after I've been out drinking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112441064866272456?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112441064866272456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112441064866272456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112441064866272456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112441064866272456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/potential-disaster.html' title='Potential Disaster'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112432380708426852</id><published>2005-08-17T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T17:10:07.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some metal sculpture of the sun is hanging up by our front window.  The rust spots and mild repainting of the thing attest that it's been there for a little while.  Our landlady is sort of an old hippie, but very nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112432380708426852?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112432380708426852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112432380708426852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112432380708426852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112432380708426852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/sun.html' title='Sun'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112423907645809782</id><published>2005-08-16T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:37:56.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This has been outside of the science and engineering library for quite some time.  I'm not sure if it's a real scorpion tail, but I don't want to find out.  Everybody that I'm related to has some sort of tangible thing that they're afraid, not just failure, success, death, whatever, but something looming and... out there, like tunnels or arachnids.  Mine is scorpions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112423907645809782?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112423907645809782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112423907645809782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112423907645809782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112423907645809782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15460915.post-112423881461051764</id><published>2005-08-15T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:38:17.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/1600/DSC02114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4876/1432/320/DSC02114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I walk by this mailbox. The person whose car is usually parked near this mailbox has a lot of ski patrol/lifeguard type stickers on the car. I'm not sure why the bird and the frog appear to be waltzing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15460915-112423881461051764?l=thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/feeds/112423881461051764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15460915&amp;postID=112423881461051764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112423881461051764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15460915/posts/default/112423881461051764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehorselatitudes.blogspot.com/2005/08/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>Joe M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05921088744140806541</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
