<?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-5787601</id><updated>2011-11-23T15:59:10.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Law of Dew Process</title><subtitle type='html'>My World, My way! Any questions?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-113314913095801363</id><published>2005-11-27T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T19:38:50.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture</title><summary type='text'>I am working on a piece that will question what exactly is culture and can it be truly be defined? Even in American culture there are differences between cultures and classes in what is supposedly a classless society. My friend once said to me that I was uncultured because I had never seen Casablanca, I could have said the same thing about her seeing as though she has never seen New Jack City, a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/113314913095801363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=113314913095801363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/113314913095801363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/113314913095801363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2005/11/culture.html' title='Culture'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-111922110310984693</id><published>2005-06-19T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:45:03.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Me Thinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/111922110310984693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=111922110310984693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/111922110310984693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/111922110310984693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2005/06/me-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-111922063381579703</id><published>2005-06-19T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T15:37:13.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O-K</title><summary type='text'>My eyes won't close. I don't know who I am. My feet won't move. I'm stranded between decisions I didn't make. No way home. This should be in a diary somewhere. But I am too  stupid to keep secrets. So I write.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/111922063381579703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=111922063381579703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/111922063381579703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/111922063381579703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2005/06/o-k.html' title='O-K'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-110589761372282816</id><published>2005-01-16T09:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T09:46:53.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!</title><summary type='text'>I finally figured out why I don't work on my birthday. I spent the day alone, wondering aimlessly looking for something to catch me by surprise. A phone call from a stranger or a party from a well wisher but the routine remains the same. My mom, my sister, my two best friends, one who always calls late. I cried again as I do every year; I spent time feeling foolish for being so thankful for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/110589761372282816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=110589761372282816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/110589761372282816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/110589761372282816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-110345692825328958</id><published>2004-12-19T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T03:50:57.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew's Top Ten for '04</title><summary type='text'>This was the year of elections, opinions and rights. We all played a role in the movement but what about the motivations behind all that we felt and did this year? My list of ten favorites are the things I took with me everywhere, kept track of my opinions, garnered opinions for or just plain really liked.1. Moleskine Plain Pocket Journal - These handy little journals are billed as being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/110345692825328958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=110345692825328958&amp;isPopup=true' title='314 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/110345692825328958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/110345692825328958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/12/dews-top-ten-for-04.html' title='Dew&apos;s Top Ten for &apos;04'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>314</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-109864287066735840</id><published>2004-10-24T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T17:19:20.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sam's New Survey</title><summary type='text'>I stood in line with 4 items: ritz, peanut butter, batteries and ravioli. Brittany came out from behind her register to beckon me over to her empty line. I guess it's strange that I remember her name but after her question I made it a point to look at her name tag.She greeted me politely, "Hi. How are you?"My mind was elsewhere so as it caught up with the present I replied. "Just fine and you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/109864287066735840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=109864287066735840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109864287066735840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109864287066735840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/10/sams-new-survey.html' title='Sam&apos;s New Survey'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-109744090559395890</id><published>2004-10-10T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T13:41:45.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet  Espionage</title><summary type='text'>The internet is funny in that it allows complete and total anonymity. Yea I know IP addresses and so forth but what I mean is character. You can create a completely different, new or improved persona for yourself online.I find it funny watching screennames who do exactly that. You can tell them they never give their real name and they take pleasure is stalking others. Something they would never</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/109744090559395890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=109744090559395890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109744090559395890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109744090559395890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/10/internet-espionage.html' title='Internet  Espionage'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-109674626067452357</id><published>2004-10-02T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-02T13:03:57.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Army of men stomping in my head</title><summary type='text'>I rarely get headaches but today I can barely open my eyes because it feels like an army of men or sit in my frontal lobe stomping around. My forehead is getting heavier and heavier and the only thing that makes me feel better is to put my head down and close my eyes, which is exactly what I can not afford to do right now.Admittedly it is not an army stomping around in more head but rather fear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/109674626067452357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=109674626067452357&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109674626067452357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109674626067452357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/10/army-of-men-stomping-in-my-head.html' title='Army of men stomping in my head'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-109193228165113288</id><published>2004-08-07T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T19:31:21.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phone's Dead</title><summary type='text'>In approximately 2hours and 15 minutes my Monday morning work day will be decided. BellSouth currently in talks with Communications Workers of America is reluctant in spending another 1 billion dollars per year for the next three years.  Talks between the union and BellSouth have been slow because of job security and health care.  BellSouth wants employees to pay a monthly premium for their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/109193228165113288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=109193228165113288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109193228165113288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109193228165113288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/08/phones-dead.html' title='Phone&apos;s Dead'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-109076651377505456</id><published>2004-07-25T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T07:41:53.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Katie Melua - As you were people!</title><summary type='text'>Keep on searching...  I understand where she was trying to go I just choose not to follow her there. This bluesy tale would have been impressive had there not been a younger American version by the name of Joss Stone.  Even so Gretchen Lieberman has explored this territory a tad bit more conventionally. What I hear in Katie's music is Ella and Billy but I can not identify exactly who Katie is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/109076651377505456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=109076651377505456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109076651377505456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109076651377505456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/07/katie-melua-as-you-were-people.html' title='Katie Melua - As you were people!'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-109008337200773117</id><published>2004-07-17T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T10:11:57.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment to comment</title><summary type='text'>Have we ever stopped to think that social anarchy is bearing down on us due to the unsettling judgments we pass off to one another for things as silly as who we choose to love. (Unfortunately this is not secluded to sex; race, nationality and religion are all victim to the same small-minded scrutiny) Our theology has us beliving that two people forced to shack up and save their love for the four </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/109008337200773117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=109008337200773117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109008337200773117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/109008337200773117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/07/moment-to-comment.html' title='A moment to comment'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-108968186309692489</id><published>2004-07-12T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T18:24:23.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Therapeutic Ramblings</title><summary type='text'>My job provdes us with free therapy and I am on the search. I found my hunt interesting because I already know I want a white woman as my therapist. I have had counseling before and it is a liberating experience. No matter how close you ae to friends and family there is still parts of your life you tend to keep in a personal bank. That does not mean they are secrets but just tidbits of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/108968186309692489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=108968186309692489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108968186309692489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108968186309692489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/07/therapeutic-ramblings.html' title='Therapeutic Ramblings'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-108948995635636292</id><published>2004-07-10T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T13:09:55.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Live</title><summary type='text'>While sitting at my desk Thursday unsuspecting I received an email from a Team Leader in the office. The message read: Let's all get out and vote. It happens soon. Let's join together and save the sanctity of marriage, please sign the ongoing petition www.nogaymarriage.com I'm not gay nor do I aspire to marry, which is why I love commenting on the subject. I have no vested interest either way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/108948995635636292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=108948995635636292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108948995635636292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108948995635636292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/07/let-live.html' title='Let Live'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-108904516795725769</id><published>2004-07-05T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T09:32:47.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eye Dew See You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/108904516795725769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=108904516795725769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108904516795725769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108904516795725769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/07/eye-dew-see-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-108904271479098924</id><published>2004-07-05T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-05T08:53:02.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it a try</title><summary type='text'>I'm staring out of the bay window of my apartment wondering about the human experience. For three days I have craved nothing more than getting out of this apartment and doing something constructive, yet I have spent the entire time inside. Why do we go against what is best for us? I know tomorrow when I'm back at work I will hate having not used my time more wisely. I'm looking at a list of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/108904271479098924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=108904271479098924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108904271479098924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108904271479098924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/07/give-it-try.html' title='Give it a try'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-108606322591316563</id><published>2004-05-31T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-31T21:13:45.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been So Long</title><summary type='text'>What can I say?There is a lot going on here, even more on my heart right now. This isn't a diary though. Therefore I can only say, your patience is appreciated.Dew</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/108606322591316563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=108606322591316563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108606322591316563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/108606322591316563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/05/its-been-so-long.html' title='It&apos;s Been So Long'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107910568818281440</id><published>2004-03-12T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T07:37:05.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Listens </title><summary type='text'>Week of 3/8/04Cee-Lo - Cee-lo Green is the Soul MachineJ C Chasez - Schitzophrenic-------------------------------------------------------------Recommendation: Joss Stome - The Chokin Kind</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107910568818281440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107910568818281440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107910568818281440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107910568818281440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/03/dew-listens.html' title='Dew Listens '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107833397327203595</id><published>2004-03-03T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T09:15:02.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You, From Emily </title><summary type='text'>"I have the greatest desire to see you always feeling that if I could once take you by the hand I might be something to you but til then you only eshroud yourself in this fiery mist and I can not reach you but only rejoice in the rare sparkle of light" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107833397327203595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107833397327203595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107833397327203595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107833397327203595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/03/to-you-from-emily.html' title='To You, From Emily '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107816335599225711</id><published>2004-03-01T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T09:51:29.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joss Stone - The Soul Sessions </title><summary type='text'>Joss Stone Let's cut to the chase, it is reported that this chic is only 16 years old. I say reported because it has to be a damn lie! Listening to this album you forget two things, she's young and she's white. Color and age don't matter hear. You hear the struggle. The struggle to overcome the struggle to be, the struggle to find. It's all wrapped nicely in 10 tracks. Starting with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107816335599225711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107816335599225711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107816335599225711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107816335599225711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/03/joss-stone-soul-sessions.html' title='Joss Stone - The Soul Sessions '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107816214057628874</id><published>2004-03-01T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T09:31:07.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Van Hunt - Van Hunt </title><summary type='text'>Every week I attempt to sample new music, this week's picks are Joss Stone and Van Hunt. Van HuntI was flipping channels and stopped on this cute guy singing on the Wayne Brady Show, a show I otherwise do not watch. Although I only stopped to stare at the eye candy for a second, I stayed after being pulled in by his mid-70 sound. He took me back to Curtis Mayfield. Admittedly I am not as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107816214057628874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107816214057628874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107816214057628874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107816214057628874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/03/van-hunt-van-hunt.html' title='Van Hunt - Van Hunt '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107816153207255653</id><published>2004-03-01T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T09:20:59.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Listens</title><summary type='text'>Week of 3/01/04: Van Hunt - Van Hunt  Joss Stone - The Soul Sessions-------------------------------------------------Recommendation: Mary J Blige - My Life</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107816153207255653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107816153207255653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107816153207255653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107816153207255653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/03/dew-listens_01.html' title='Dew Listens'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107771598723484702</id><published>2004-02-25T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T06:25:34.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~Spoiler Alert~  It's just like the Book</title><summary type='text'>No, I have not seen it yet. I have to work a job (Heaven Help me) and go to class today but I will see this movie before the day is out. What movie? The Passion, of course. I have seen and heard several reviews for this film and most have been, to say the least, quite horrible. Despite the gorey reviews this movie will open in more than 2700 theatres and I can pretty much bet the farm that Mel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107771598723484702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107771598723484702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107771598723484702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107771598723484702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/spoiler-alert-its-just-like-book.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;~Spoiler Alert~ &lt;/strong&gt; It&apos;s just like the Book'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107755398500260747</id><published>2004-02-23T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T11:34:39.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Listens</title><summary type='text'>Week of 2/23/04: Beth Hart - Leave the Light on  Kanye West - College Dropout  Gretchen Liberanum - Brand New Morning----------------------------------------------------------Recommendation: Portishead - Glory Box</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107755398500260747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107755398500260747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107755398500260747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107755398500260747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/dew-listens.html' title='Dew Listens'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107755377048938042</id><published>2004-02-23T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T08:37:31.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Read! </title><summary type='text'>Week of 2/17/04:ExodusAutobiography of Ben Franklin Rip Van Winkle Wealth of Man--------------------------------------------Recommendation: The Stranger by Albert Camus Week of 2/23/04:Exodus My Kinsmen, Major MilonieauxLittle Albert: The ExperimentThe Raven (again) -----------------------------------Recommendation: Intimacy by Hanif Kureishi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107755377048938042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107755377048938042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107755377048938042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107755377048938042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/dew-read.html' title='Dew Read! '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107669325174325764</id><published>2004-02-13T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T09:32:40.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Freak!</title><summary type='text'>Here Ye! Here Ye! Listen all you lonely depressed sad sack of people who are about to cry because there is no one to buy you a box of chocolates for tomorrow. No one died on February 14th (to make it a holiday), no one sacrificed or gave their life for February to be LOVE DAY. It's a day conspired by said Card Company so people, like yourselves, would piss and moan about noone loving them. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107669325174325764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107669325174325764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107669325174325764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107669325174325764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/you-freak.html' title='You Freak!'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107668791757240256</id><published>2004-02-13T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T09:33:15.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get over yourself</title><summary type='text'>What's the big deal about same-sex marriages. People are entitled to love whoever they feel connected to. If this is truly a country in which church and state are separate (yea right) then let those who love one another marry one another and it be recognized. No it is not the same as molestation, what it is sinful in the eyes of religious fanatics who don't know how to keep their religion to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107668791757240256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107668791757240256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107668791757240256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107668791757240256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/get-over-yourself.html' title='Get over yourself'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107591509757553075</id><published>2004-02-04T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T09:19:58.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized dissonance</title><summary type='text'>What I realize about myself is that I too an infected. I believe that the person hurting should be the one to walk away from a conflicting relationship. If only emotions were that simple. There is so much going on when you care for someone to just walk away is not ever the answer. I need to learn this. Although many have tried, most have failed at teaching me. The ones who stayed are some of my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107591509757553075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107591509757553075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107591509757553075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107591509757553075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/personalized-dissonance.html' title='Personalized dissonance'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107589805060201696</id><published>2004-02-04T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T04:36:29.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's true </title><summary type='text'>Today I learned a new term. Ironic since it's only six in the morning. I learned the term cognitive dissonance.  Main Entry: cognitive dissonanceFunction: noun: psychological conflict resulting from incongruous beliefs and attitudes held simultaneously I didn't know this problem existed until a year ago, maybe less than that. I definitely did not know it had a name, I just thought this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107589805060201696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107589805060201696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107589805060201696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107589805060201696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-true.html' title='It&apos;s true '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107583721755946001</id><published>2004-02-03T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T11:41:57.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the Light on</title><summary type='text'>I am known for shopping in the CD store. I can spend hours deliberating on what emotion could possibly exist under that beautifully difficult celophane wrapper. About five years ago while in the used CD section I came across an interesting find: it was an autographed copy of Screaming for my Supper. I didn't know the artist and none of the songs sounded familiar but the fact that it was signed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107583721755946001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107583721755946001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107583721755946001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107583721755946001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/leave-light-on.html' title='Leave the Light on'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107583283425237624</id><published>2004-02-03T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T10:31:36.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running up hill fast as hell and blind as faith</title><summary type='text'>I am in a fiesty mood today. Can anyone tell me who the Democratic candidates are? They all suck. I love being Black but Al and ol' girl (I really dont even care what her name is) will not get my vote by playing the race card. And sad as it is to say, a white woman will be president far before a Black anything. I was leaning towards Dean (and b leaning I mean standing still and facing in that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107583283425237624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107583283425237624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107583283425237624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107583283425237624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/running-up-hill-fast-as-hell-and-blind.html' title='Running up hill fast as hell and blind as faith'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107583186352692892</id><published>2004-02-03T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T10:12:43.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teat</title><summary type='text'>Look who cares!! I don't watch football, but I did see the Halftime show. I mean the HALFTIME show. I know that only upscale men with family take the time to watch the gentle nature of football while they enjoy a nice game of Yahtzee! with their family so I could understand why they would be upset about little Billy seeing the teat of the World renowned Ms. Jackson (if you're naaaast-ay). But for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107583186352692892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107583186352692892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107583186352692892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107583186352692892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/02/teat.html' title='Teat'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107330891234953504</id><published>2004-01-27T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T11:39:12.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts </title><summary type='text'>No format, just thinking out loud.*******************************************************1/05/04 Just like life the water moves on, why can't I?--------------------------------------------------------------------1/10/04 No success comes without a degree of failure--------------------------------------------------------------------1/13/04 School isn't hard, registering is-----------------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107330891234953504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107330891234953504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107330891234953504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107330891234953504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/01/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107477541509820764</id><published>2004-01-22T04:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T04:45:02.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments </title><summary type='text'>My old Comments provider went belly up. If you posted previously unfortunately those comments are lost. I have a new provider and will keep copies of comments as to prevent this in the future. Thanks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107477541509820764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107477541509820764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107477541509820764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107477541509820764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/01/comments.html' title='Comments '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107477330649655560</id><published>2004-01-22T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T04:10:22.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instructions for Life in the new millennium : </title><summary type='text'>1. Take into account that great love and great achievements involve great risk. 2. When you lose, don't lose the lesson. 3. Follow the three Rs: Respect for self, respect for others and responsibility for all your actions. 4. Remember that not getting what you want is sometimes a wonderful stroke of luck. 5. Learn the rules so you know how to break them properly.  6. Don't let a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107477330649655560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107477330649655560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107477330649655560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107477330649655560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/01/instructions-for-life-in-new.html' title='Instructions for Life in the new millennium : '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107305199668418335</id><published>2004-01-02T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T06:06:01.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water World</title><summary type='text'>I drink water like most people drink soda. I have it with dinner and snacks, like coca cola for some, water just makes my food taste better. I am able to taste the difference between different varieties of H2O like most can decipher between Coke and Pepsi. It's that serious. Needless to say there was a time when I was blinded by the high of caffeine. I was young and wild (hehe) and distracted </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107305199668418335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107305199668418335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107305199668418335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107305199668418335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2004/01/water-world.html' title='Water World'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107272797200154131</id><published>2003-12-29T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T04:07:34.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dew Lists 2003 Movies</title><summary type='text'>Movies1. Anything Else - The movie was pretentious and honest, would you expect anything else from Woody Allen. It's a story of two New York Love Birds, one in love with being in love, the other in love with the thrill of having men love her. It's a must see that most did not. 2. Matrix III - Most will not agree but this movie was simply excellent. It had all the elements; drama, action, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107272797200154131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107272797200154131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107272797200154131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107272797200154131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/12/dew-lists-2003-movies.html' title='Dew Lists 2003 Movies'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107152031561914951</id><published>2003-12-15T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T13:15:31.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what music?</title><summary type='text'>I know this may be an absolute shot in the dark but I am curious as to what you, yes you, consider 'good music? What elements of music make it good to you. I say this having read countless posts and news articles about good and bad music. Seeming as though something so abstract and so personal can not have a definitive formula, how can we say or dictate what good music is? Right now I have in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107152031561914951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107152031561914951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107152031561914951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107152031561914951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/12/what-music.html' title='what music?'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107085854307539236</id><published>2003-12-12T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T09:42:43.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap this up</title><summary type='text'>I was mildly doing my daily search for interesting posts over at my home Blogcritics when I came across a post I had commented on previously. The post in general is about Eminem's Hate-Rap which most would say is redundant, I say it is cliche. At any rate, the comment below sparked my anti-bullshit radar so let's just skip the preludes and roll camera:eminem is a commercialised piece of sh*t. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107085854307539236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107085854307539236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107085854307539236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107085854307539236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/12/rap-this-up.html' title='Rap this up'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-107038337502698547</id><published>2003-12-02T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T10:17:39.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The way of the world</title><summary type='text'>I have  been bogged down with the process of being me (not to mention school and work). Currently I am helping my mom work on a project... ok screw that I have more important things in mind. There are two people not in my life that I miss but I am absolutely to hard headed to approach tham about it. Let me clear this up first. 1) I dont have many people in my life for a reason 2) I am tad bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/107038337502698547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=107038337502698547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107038337502698547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/107038337502698547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/12/way-of-world.html' title='The way of the world'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106893724338203412</id><published>2003-11-15T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T07:13:40.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm high on 'E'</title><summary type='text'>In the next 6 months I plan to be in the position to get a new car. So accordingly I have started researching the vehivcle that will be eligible for that purchase. For a long time I have been in love with Honda Accords. I think they are reliable and sterdy and for the most part all Consumer Reports have nothing bad to say about the dependability of Honda. At least I felt that way until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106893724338203412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106893724338203412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106893724338203412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106893724338203412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/11/im-high-on-e.html' title='I&apos;m high on &apos;E&apos;'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106860063661186028</id><published>2003-11-11T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T17:54:23.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>020869610 </title><summary type='text'>I have found solace and its name is grouphug.us. The site is centered around confessing your deepest darkest secret for no other than reason than tension-release.  I had a friend to tell me about this site where people anonymously reveal their worse secrets and confess their greatest sins. The site does not record names or ask for any personal info other than your volunteered confession. This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106860063661186028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106860063661186028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106860063661186028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106860063661186028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/11/020869610.html' title='020869610 '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106823084471174011</id><published>2003-11-07T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:47:22.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why, Lynch?</title><summary type='text'>Please do not get my wrong. Private Jessica Lynch has endured much in the last year but I must ask what has she done that is so heroic? Her troops or platoon, crew, whatever they are called this week, went the wrong way and they were ambushed. Sad, I admit. She was taken hostage possibly raped, shot and tormented I'm sure. But what did she do to receive so much publicity. She was rescued she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106823084471174011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106823084471174011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106823084471174011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106823084471174011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/11/why-lynch.html' title='Why, Lynch?'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106817351424825251</id><published>2003-11-06T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T18:53:48.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Revolution</title><summary type='text'>I was reading all the bad reviews for this movie and I just do not understand. This movie was excellent. It had all the elements: action, drama, suspense. How could you not love it, unless you didn't understand it? The bottom line is people don't understand it. So this is a crash course for anyone who wants answers. Real one's, not some fanboys idea of what it's about. Please note, SPOILERS ARE</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106817351424825251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106817351424825251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106817351424825251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106817351424825251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/11/real-revolution.html' title='The Real Revolution'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106801353139693528</id><published>2003-11-04T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:26:26.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote on this</title><summary type='text'>I went to cast my unnecessary vote today (sarcasm party of one) and the attendant obviously was only there for show. They voting booths were set up under the light so of course I saw more glare than screen.  I hit the wrong candidate for the most important ballot, Govenor.  I asked the attendant, more politely than she deserved, how to cancel the selection?"You can't, sorry"Just so you get an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106801353139693528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106801353139693528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106801353139693528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106801353139693528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/11/vote-on-this.html' title='Vote on this'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106796307112105871</id><published>2003-11-04T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T08:25:49.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick and wrong</title><summary type='text'>At 410am Wednesday morning I will be nestled in a theatre seat watching Matrix Revolutions. Is that bad? Is it worse that I am already committed to see it again at 4pm with my best friend and again Saturday with my ex-boyfriend? I saw Reloaded a total of six times. That is just before it left the theatre. So to say the least I am definitely a fan of the franchise. I moved shortly after I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106796307112105871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106796307112105871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106796307112105871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106796307112105871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/11/sick-and-wrong.html' title='Sick and wrong'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106772180065268897</id><published>2003-11-01T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T13:33:02.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momma's Advice</title><summary type='text'>Child: I found out today one of my classmates from High School is about to have her 5th child. Not to mention she's younger than I am. I just don't understand what makes her so different. I look at some of the people I have known or grew up with and I wonder why am I so different. Mother: You're different because of the choices you made. --------------------------------------------------------</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106772180065268897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106772180065268897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106772180065268897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106772180065268897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/11/mommas-advice.html' title='Momma&apos;s Advice'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106764021995625334</id><published>2003-10-31T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T13:01:28.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Pocket </title><summary type='text'>At first I will admit I did not think I had anything to contribute but that was short lived. Right now I am still working through my voice. I am a creative writer. I am not used to writing a direct opinion with out putting a metaphor in front of it. Of course I will rise to the occasion, I am just attempting to find the correct voice to do so. In the meantime the studio audience will have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106764021995625334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106764021995625334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106764021995625334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106764021995625334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/10/out-of-pocket.html' title='Out of Pocket '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106760434738519725</id><published>2003-10-31T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T04:45:45.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movie Garbage</title><summary type='text'>How can anyone say they enjoyed this movie. I wanted to walk out on it but I am a miser who refuses to admit defeat. The movie opens with Jenny Garth and Pam Anderson is some dumb blonde dialogue that is cliche and utterly stupid and I don't mean funny-stupid. After Jenny hands Pam the phone and its a play Smiegal from The Lord of the Rings asking for his Precious which turns out to be Pam's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106760434738519725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106760434738519725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106760434738519725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106760434738519725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/10/scary-movie-garbage.html' title='Scary Movie Garbage'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106751776131977514</id><published>2003-10-30T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-30T04:49:13.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conspiracy Theory?</title><summary type='text'>Besides the fact that what you are about to read makes absolute since, the main reason I am posting it on Dew Process is because of the style Prince used to relay the actual message. I read this post originally on Blogcritics and the three comments left  about it were all  in irritation of the short forms of words he used in the passage. The fact that I work for a wireless company and decipher </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106751776131977514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106751776131977514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106751776131977514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106751776131977514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/10/conspiracy-theory.html' title='Conspiracy Theory?'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106745430805617154</id><published>2003-10-29T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T11:05:07.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know its real? What - is - Real?</title><summary type='text'>What's real for me right now is the anticipation of Matrix Revolutions. While I loved Reloaded I do not believe it touched its predecessor in sentimentality, form or depth. Quite frankly The Matrix was at its debut something we had not seen before. Therefore the sequel could not surpass it simply because of chronology not quality. At any rate, I loved Reloaded but like Kill Bill Vol. 1 it left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106745430805617154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106745430805617154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106745430805617154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106745430805617154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/10/how-do-you-know-its-real-what-is-real.html' title='How do you know its real? What - is - Real?'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106683714296763490</id><published>2003-10-27T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T16:34:31.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog-rolled</title><summary type='text'>The world of Blogging used to be a fascinating place to me. I have encountered the trolls, the sympathetics, the empathetics and the devils; advocates, that is. All in all it has been a feverish run. A run I have come to be weary of. The fame of a blogger lives and breathes on his or her opinion.  But I'm not looking to be famous. I am looking to provoke thought and insight. I was not being </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106683714296763490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106683714296763490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106683714296763490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106683714296763490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/10/blog-rolled.html' title='Blog-rolled'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106355970018428842</id><published>2003-10-27T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T11:07:28.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><summary type='text'>Deleting blogs is like wiping fingerprints off of a smoking gun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106355970018428842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106355970018428842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106355970018428842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106355970018428842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/10/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106407998363863658</id><published>2003-09-20T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T13:27:17.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And she would be the one to get fired.</title><summary type='text'>I walked into AT&amp;T hoping to pay on my go phone account. The clerk, a young Black female, was already helping a customer, another young Black female. As I walked in the clerk was asking her for her work phone number to which the customer replied "Girl! I don't be knowing no phone numbers. I think its 855 something. Just put Nissan." The clerk chuckled and proceeded helping her establish her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106407998363863658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106407998363863658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106407998363863658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106407998363863658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/and-she-would-be-one-to-get-fired.html' title='And she would be the one to get fired.'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106388573200056113</id><published>2003-09-18T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T04:51:49.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memphis Blues </title><summary type='text'>He was 26 years old and from Memphis Tennessee. September 17 he decided to drive 80 miles to hold 15 people hostage for pizza, sodas and his life. This is about all the info the police have as well. Harold Kilpatrick, Jr., 26, took about 15 people hostage at about 12:50 p.m. CST, but then released four of them, said Lisa McDowell, Dyersburg Police spokeswoman. He was holding them in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106388573200056113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106388573200056113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106388573200056113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106388573200056113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/memphis-blues.html' title='Memphis Blues '/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106356973969826954</id><published>2003-09-14T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T05:35:08.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Color as a state of mind</title><summary type='text'>When MLK marched thru Greenwood, Mississippi both of my parents skipped school to be apart of history. Their contribution did not stop there. They spent their lives attempting to upturn a system that sat on top of them. They helped open doors I can now simply walk thru. I do not know their struggle, although I can not help but sympathize. I first 'realized' I was Black when I was about 5 or 6 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106356973969826954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106356973969826954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106356973969826954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106356973969826954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/color-as-state-of-mind.html' title='Color as a state of mind'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106348039881514279</id><published>2003-09-13T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T04:58:42.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea, that...</title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately as prolific as I can get today is to say: saying goodbye sux!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106348039881514279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106348039881514279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106348039881514279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106348039881514279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/yea-that.html' title='Yea, that...'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106365180928566166</id><published>2003-09-12T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T04:42:03.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where would I find the pager number???</title><summary type='text'>I am not a people person so why do I work in Customer Service? Every Thursday - Monday at five am I awake and head to a major Telecommunications Center to answer the calls of complete idiots. My beef with Consumers is simple, if you buy a product at least take the time to learn how to use the equipment. If you have a pager LEARN YOUR PAGER NUMBER. If you move to a new area and need a phone or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106365180928566166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106365180928566166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106365180928566166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106365180928566166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/where-would-i-find-pager-number.html' title='Where would I find the pager number???'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106332111062045825</id><published>2003-09-11T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T16:03:05.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My tongue is bleeding</title><summary type='text'>An excellent resource for any Religious Research is the Instituition for Religious Research. The best research of all is to read the religious text yourself. Quotes mean less if you do not know what inspired them or what context they are being used. For most religions words are not interchangeable. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106332111062045825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106332111062045825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106332111062045825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106332111062045825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/my-tongue-is-bleeding.html' title='My tongue is bleeding'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106321722200050368</id><published>2003-09-10T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T11:35:22.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for senselessness</title><summary type='text'>I have come off the high of confrontation and now I am attempting to move back into my normal patterns or abnormal patterns would be more like it. At any rate the past two days have been most interesting. I had to republish this entire blog to erase the deflamatory comments left by one misguided soul. I still think one of my friends saw what she posted though. I did not think there were rules </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106321722200050368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106321722200050368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106321722200050368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106321722200050368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/looking-for-senselessness.html' title='Looking for senselessness'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311762208420381</id><published>2003-09-09T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T15:06:41.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Immediate Patience</title><summary type='text'>The past 12 hours have been quite adrenaline packed; on and off the computer. I learned after Freshman year not to attempt to defend myself to someone who has you persecuted. Its a waste of time. They already have it set in their minds to see the worst in you. Surprisingly I actually learned that lesson. I will be the first to admit I was more interested in Band than English in Junior High a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311762208420381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311762208420381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311762208420381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311762208420381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/immediate-patience.html' title='Immediate Patience'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311607127758173</id><published>2003-09-09T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T07:01:11.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Degrees Of Separatism (Dammit I'm Hungry)</title><summary type='text'>My company has relocated us to a new, more modern and highly secure building. Every morning I run, literally, down to the cafeteria for breakfast. We have been warned: not to eat at our desk, not to have drinks at our desk, any food must be consumed in the cafeteria. We are urged to sit in the front of the cafe, not to fraternized (read: bother) anyone from other departments and any food left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311607127758173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311607127758173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311607127758173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311607127758173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/degrees-of-separatism-dammit-im-hungry.html' title='Degrees Of Separatism (Dammit I&apos;m Hungry)'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311603298188636</id><published>2003-09-09T07:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T07:00:33.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation Necessary?</title><summary type='text'>I guess I could give an explanation for the abundance of religious material on the sites. No I am not a mormon myself but someone very close to me is. In an effort to understand them better I wanted to read the scriptural text for Mormons, which is primarily (other than the Bible) the Book of Mormon or the BoM (not to mention Doctrines and Covenants, Pearl of Great Price, Journal of Discourses, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311603298188636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311603298188636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311603298188636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311603298188636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/explanation-necessary.html' title='Explanation Necessary?'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311600053249503</id><published>2003-09-09T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T07:00:00.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now that's deep</title><summary type='text'>She calls it 'My Father's unconditional Love' I think this account is clearly an exception and not the rule but it was interesting to read her frame of mind. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311600053249503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311600053249503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311600053249503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311600053249503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/now-thats-deep.html' title='Now that&apos;s deep'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311593763320845</id><published>2003-09-09T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:58:57.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pleasures of Adulthood</title><summary type='text'>I'm only 24. La di da di da. Age is just number whether you are 24 or 64 if you have not grown out of childish ways, your age represents how long you've been acting like a child. A fellow Blogger of the sinister cabal has taken offense to some comments posted to comments from a post that I made. I repeat 'offense to some comments posted to comments from a post that I made'. Now she went thru </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311593763320845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311593763320845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311593763320845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311593763320845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/pleasures-of-adulthood.html' title='The Pleasures of Adulthood'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311585046889925</id><published>2003-09-09T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:57:30.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who loves ya baby?</title><summary type='text'>Why do we need religion anyway? Because where would you be without direction. We all need two things, somewhere to go and a way to get there, without it we are lost (Literally and figuratively). It’s all a manner of control. Religion gives us the idea that we are in control of those things physically out of our hands. Those without religion even toss in the air something has to govern everything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311585046889925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311585046889925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311585046889925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311585046889925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/who-loves-ya-baby.html' title='Who loves ya baby?'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311581583175665</id><published>2003-09-09T06:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:56:55.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I murdered my Stereotype</title><summary type='text'>When the Black guy coming down the street with his pants sagging and his gold teeth shimmering, do you feel the need to lock your car door? When the white guy tells the nigger joke about not being able to say nigger, as a Black person do you get offended? When you see a Mexican, have you ever seen just 'a' Mexican? Does every short person with squinted eyes have to be Chinese or Japanese (is that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311581583175665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311581583175665&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311581583175665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311581583175665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/i-murdered-my-stereotype.html' title='I murdered my Stereotype'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311577901921932</id><published>2003-09-09T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:56:19.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Race of Friends</title><summary type='text'>I was reading threads on my favorite show and came across this comment:I don’t understand why everyone is hung up on there being "no black people on this show." I understand that none of the main characters are black, but so what? Just because there aren’t any there it doesn’t make the show racist. It actually is more realistic, considering only about 12% of America's population is black, why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311577901921932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311577901921932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311577901921932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311577901921932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/race-of-friends.html' title='A Race of Friends'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311573754399200</id><published>2003-09-09T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:55:37.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me Understand</title><summary type='text'>Today as usual I pull up Msnbc and Cnn i hopes of staying in tune with the world as its presented to us and I see "Chemical Ali nabbed..." I know I dont smoke but maybe I was high at the time, hadn't we already nabbed him ealier. Next week the headline will read "Uday has surgery on his bad leg"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311573754399200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311573754399200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311573754399200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311573754399200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/help-me-understand.html' title='Help Me Understand'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311561982829313</id><published>2003-09-09T06:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:53:39.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Reply</title><summary type='text'>Lesson 1 My father passed away on January 17, 2000 five days after I turned 21. My mother and I knew neither the cause nor the reason because that is how my father was. He believed his problems were just that, his, to bare and struggle with. He could not bare the feeling of loading his problems off on other people. His name was Atlas; any of you familiar with Greek mythology knows the character </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311561982829313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311561982829313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311561982829313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311561982829313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/second-reply.html' title='Second Reply'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311559391378273</id><published>2003-09-09T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:53:14.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second E-mail</title><summary type='text'>Lesson 1I know a lot of you didn't get my first revelation, but now a lot of you will hear my second. First I'd like to say that it's 3:20am, I'm in Wisconsin on active Duty and I don't get off until 8am. So I've had time to really think over the last two weeks. Some of these things I'd like to talk about. As usual, please give me your feedback. Your thoughts along with mine bring understanding.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311559391378273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311559391378273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311559391378273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311559391378273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/second-e-mail.html' title='Second E-mail'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311554264840198</id><published>2003-09-09T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:52:22.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Reply</title><summary type='text'>InnocenceIn response to innocence I agree wholeheartedly. The question is what has happened to trust? Answer it has depreciated into TOLERANCE. Out of all the people you know you may only trust 2 of them and tolerate the rest of them. Why? Convenience. This person has cool conversion but you know they shady, that person is cute but stupid, this person is cool but ugly, so as people you do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311554264840198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311554264840198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311554264840198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311554264840198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/my-reply.html' title='My Reply'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311550620528538</id><published>2003-09-09T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:51:46.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail from Spike</title><summary type='text'>InnocenceWhatever happened to trust? I was sitting here wondering why is it that nowadays, more than ever, people lie. Is it something in the water? At what point in time did it become ok to do this? I believe it has a lot to do with the way people want to be perceived. In an effort for others to accept them they feel that a lie is the way to achieve that goal. Why worry about what someone else </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311550620528538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311550620528538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311550620528538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311550620528538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/e-mail-from-spike.html' title='E-mail from Spike'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311520189684712</id><published>2003-09-09T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:46:41.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New End</title><summary type='text'>What I find interesting is that I had to accept the Terms and conditions in order to complete this blog. Check these out, I agreed not to:(a) upload, post or otherwise transmit any Content that is unlawful, harmful, threatening, abusive, harassing, tortious, defamatory, vulgar, obscene, libelous, invasive of another's privacy, hateful, or racially, ethnically or otherwise objectionable; what is</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311520189684712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311520189684712&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311520189684712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311520189684712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/new-end.html' title='A New End'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5787601.post-106311465370455785</id><published>2003-09-09T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T06:37:33.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Degrees of Separation (Dammit I'm Hungry)</title><summary type='text'>My company has relocated us to a new, more modern and highly secure building. Every morning I run, literally, down to the cafeteria for breakfast. We have been warned: not to eat at our desk, not to have drinks at our desk, any food must be consumed in the cafeteria. We are urged to sit in the front of the cafe, not to fraternized (read: bother) anyone from other departments and any food left </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/feeds/106311465370455785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5787601&amp;postID=106311465370455785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311465370455785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5787601/posts/default/106311465370455785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://multimedea.blogspot.com/2003/09/degrees-of-separation-dammit-im-hungry.html' title='Degrees of Separation (Dammit I&apos;m Hungry)'/><author><name>Dew Just Write</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05335804539525382021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1249/640/Me%20Thinking2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
