<?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-2083809</id><updated>2011-07-30T06:56:02.614-10:00</updated><title type='text'>ry-blog (né Opportunities In Work Clothes)</title><subtitle type='html'>Ramblings. Thirty-something. Hawaii.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14813778002873244678</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083809.post-108167419319387704</id><published>2004-04-10T23:02:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T23:18:32.140-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From my very first post in 1.22.01:The blog title refers to something Henry Kaiser once said: "Problems are only opportunities in work clothes." Who is Henry Kaiser? I don't know. But I like what he said.So why title this blog as such? One, because I recently read the quote on UselessKnowledge.com, and two, it somehow hit me on a very profound level. It's very optimistic, and I'm not the most</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/feeds/108167419319387704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2083809&amp;postID=108167419319387704' title='87 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/108167419319387704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/108167419319387704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/2004/04/from-my-very-first-post-in-1.html' title=''/><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14813778002873244678</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>87</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2083809.post-105797607925108823</id><published>2003-07-11T16:14:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T16:19:55.966-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aloha. If you happened to stumble upon this very outdated blog, please feel free to move you pointer to:www.campuspos.com. There you'll find the continuing ramblings of yours truly, older (by a few years it seems, according to the dates on this page's posts) and hopefully wiser.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/feeds/105797607925108823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2083809&amp;postID=105797607925108823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/105797607925108823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/105797607925108823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/2003/07/aloha.html' title=''/><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14813778002873244678</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-2083809.post-2753639</id><published>2001-03-12T19:00:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2001-03-12T19:12:38.383-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thoughts and observations on the science of "Solo Moviegoing."	-----I can count the number of movies I've seen at a theater by myself on one hand. I don't know, I've always thought going to the movies was a "together" thing, either with some significant other, or with a few friends.	First there was moviegoing with my parents. I remember going to see "Grease" and "Saturday Night Fever" at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/feeds/2753639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2083809&amp;postID=2753639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2753639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2753639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/2001/03/thoughts-and-observations-on-science.html' title=''/><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14813778002873244678</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-2083809.post-2649481</id><published>2001-03-05T15:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2001-03-05T16:03:51.033-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She has a tendency to...trail off.Into space, into thoughtand I dangle by every word she doesn't wish to say...right now, at the moment.She breezes by...on a cloud of ellipsis.Floating in, floating out...of the spaces between not knowing and knowing.The silences aren't...maddening.They're not deafeningthey just veil the thoughts she doesn't wish to finish...right now, at the moment.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/feeds/2649481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2083809&amp;postID=2649481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2649481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2649481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/2001/03/she-has-tendency-to.html' title=''/><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14813778002873244678</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-2083809.post-2379056</id><published>2001-02-14T17:24:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2001-02-14T17:27:09.776-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Valentine's Day poem from someone who's not my valentine:---Sonnet XVIII don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topazOr arrow of carnations that propogate fire;I love you as certain dark things are loved,secretly, between the shadow and the soul.I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carriesHidden within itself the light of those flowers,And thanks to your love, darkly in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/feeds/2379056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2083809&amp;postID=2379056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2379056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2379056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/2001/02/valentines-day-poem-from-someone-whos.html' title=''/><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14813778002873244678</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-2083809.post-2328586</id><published>2001-02-10T23:11:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2001-02-10T23:17:29.383-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like in the caveman days, the only two times I left the comfort of my lair was to gather food at the nearby Taco Bell and McDonald's.Damn, I need to buy groceries.---Been reading Thomas Harris' "Hannibal" and readying myself for the movie, which premiered Friday. Got mostly negative or middling reviews. Haven't read a fully positive one yet. Still looking forward to seeing it, though.---Recently </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/feeds/2328586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2083809&amp;postID=2328586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2328586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2328586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/2001/02/like-in-caveman-days-only-two-times-i.html' title=''/><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14813778002873244678</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-2083809.post-2173440</id><published>2001-01-29T19:40:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2001-02-02T00:49:22.490-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's a special guest star in my dreams. She's not a part of the regular cast, or a recurring character involved in some season-long story arc. She's that special someone mentioned right after the opening credit sequence, or used up front in the commercials promoting that week's show: "...and this week's special guest..."And in this dream she plays this woman I go out on a first date with. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/feeds/2173440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2083809&amp;postID=2173440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2173440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2173440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/2001/01/shes-special-guest-star-in-my-dreams.html' title=''/><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14813778002873244678</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-2083809.post-2083895</id><published>2001-01-22T20:52:00.000-10:00</published><updated>2001-01-25T00:08:00.580-10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The blog title refers to something Henry Kaiser once said: "Problems are only opportunities in work clothes." Who is Henry Kaiser? I don't know. But I like what he said.So why title this blog as such? One, because I recently read the quote on UselessKnowledge.com, and two, it somehow hit me on a very profound level. It's very optimistic, and I'm not the most optimistic of people. Yet I find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/feeds/2083895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2083809&amp;postID=2083895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2083895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2083809/posts/default/2083895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://campy.blogspot.com/2001/01/blog-title-refers-to-something-henry.html' title=''/><author><name>rc</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14813778002873244678</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></feed>
