<?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-490328742301976591</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:34:12.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lake tarn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685510318503627351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490328742301976591.post-5096672261146678819</id><published>2010-07-03T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T15:45:28.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, it's been a few years since my last post. Just signing in to let you know this is the end. I'm starting up a new blog that will be more expressive of where I am currently putting my time and energy. This blog was merely preliminary. That's it and that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490328742301976591-5096672261146678819?l=laketarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5096672261146678819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=490328742301976591&amp;postID=5096672261146678819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/5096672261146678819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/5096672261146678819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-its-been-few-years-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>jT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685510318503627351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490328742301976591.post-5798874847268463339</id><published>2008-10-14T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:59:46.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know it's been awhile. A few things have happened since my last message. My younger daughter and I have both gotten jobs. Hallelujah! She's working for MTV, specifically VH1 &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;Nick. Me, I'm working part-time as a shelver at my local library. Dream job! I &lt;em&gt;love &lt;/em&gt;being around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;books everyday. My foot is in the door, jack! I'm really glad about it all. My daughter gets to support herself and I get to finally make a contribution to my household. Thank God! Literally. Things are definitely going well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490328742301976591-5798874847268463339?l=laketarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5798874847268463339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=490328742301976591&amp;postID=5798874847268463339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/5798874847268463339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/5798874847268463339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-know-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>jT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685510318503627351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490328742301976591.post-9002971522355433525</id><published>2008-09-16T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T19:29:11.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, it's time to add to this blog. I, unfortunately, cannot add as often as I'd like due to computavailabilty (my own word). Until we get a new computer I'll try and update at least once a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Having said that, let me say this: my family is phenominal! Not hyperbole, on my part, just fact. Sorry. If you (whoever you are) take some offense at this statement- oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I've just finished reading my wife's blog and my older daughter's blog and, I must admit, I'm very impressed with their honesty and grace. As a matter of fact, the only person not blogging (as far as I know) is my young son. My younger daughter has, I think, become the inspiration for us all! Good show, Sista!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To my wife I must say I am proud to be married to such a rich and intelligent woman. Her insights just truly blow me away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;To my oldest daughter I give not only my deepest love, but all the understanding it takes to help her see that she is &lt;strong&gt;so much better&lt;/strong&gt; than she expresses in her blog. I totally empathize with her and offer her all the support I can give to help her know that, in spite of feelings (which we all have, good &amp;amp; bad), there is lifegiving love that surrounds her everyday. Not only is she loved by her family but, most importantly, she is loved by God. It don't get no better than that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OK. Enough of the gooey stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Here is some more prose poetry for you by another of my faves- Nin Andrews. Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marriage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;It happened on a beach at sunset with wind just lifting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;my hair, the dress wrapping around my legs, and the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;sound of waves and gulls... Like an ad for eternal bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Strangers snapped our photos and American Airlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;used us in travel brochures. What I remember best is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;how I sucked in for air when I said &lt;em&gt;I do&lt;/em&gt;, and I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;something snap inside me. A tiny bone spur in the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;A splinter of pain I still feel. Staring out at the water, a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;shimmer racing across the surface, tiny sails racing into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the horizon... I try not to think what I was thinking. Not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then, not ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nin Andrews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'm out (for now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490328742301976591-9002971522355433525?l=laketarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/feeds/9002971522355433525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=490328742301976591&amp;postID=9002971522355433525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/9002971522355433525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/9002971522355433525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/2008/09/well-its-time-to-add-to-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685510318503627351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490328742301976591.post-5046254774995071186</id><published>2008-09-02T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:38:34.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi again! Here's a prose poem from another fave: James Tate. Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teaching the Ape to Write Poems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;They didn't have much trouble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;teaching the ape to write poems:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;first they strapped him into the chair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;then tied the pencil around his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(the paper had already been nailed down).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then Dr. Bluespire leaned over his shoulder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;and whispered into his ear:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;" You look like a god sitting there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why don't you try writing something ? "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;James Tate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Wow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490328742301976591-5046254774995071186?l=laketarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5046254774995071186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=490328742301976591&amp;postID=5046254774995071186' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/5046254774995071186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/5046254774995071186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/2008/09/hi-again-heres-prose-poem-from-another.html' title=''/><author><name>jT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685510318503627351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490328742301976591.post-7566575915166972030</id><published>2008-08-26T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T19:50:20.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I love prose poetry. If you're of a mind you should check out James Tate, Denise Duhamel, Nin Andrews, Marilyn Seaton, Charles Simic or, one of my faves, Russell Edson. Check this out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  There was a man who didn't know how to sleep; nodding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;off every night into a drab, unprofessional sleep. Sleep that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he'd grown so tired of sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  He tried reading The Manual of Sleep, but it just put him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to sleep. That same old sleep that he had grown so tired of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sleeping...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;  He needed a sleeping master, who with a whip and a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;chair would discipline the night, and make him jump through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hoops of gasolined fire. Someone who could make a tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sit on a tiny pedestal and yawn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Russell Edson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490328742301976591-7566575915166972030?l=laketarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/feeds/7566575915166972030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=490328742301976591&amp;postID=7566575915166972030' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/7566575915166972030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/7566575915166972030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-prose-poetry.html' title=''/><author><name>jT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685510318503627351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490328742301976591.post-5302255247317332319</id><published>2008-08-19T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:28:14.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey. I'm kinda feelin' my way through this whole "blog" thing so give me a little time to get it right. I do hope to make it worth somebody's while to read what I intend for this site. But, above all, like the title intimates, it will be a 'lake' of ideas to consider and explore. 'Nuff said, for now. Will be back, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490328742301976591-5302255247317332319?l=laketarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/feeds/5302255247317332319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=490328742301976591&amp;postID=5302255247317332319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/5302255247317332319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/5302255247317332319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>jT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685510318503627351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-490328742301976591.post-172960818949998574</id><published>2008-08-12T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:09:23.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I started this blog based on inspiration from my daughter. I hope to make it interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/490328742301976591-172960818949998574?l=laketarn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/feeds/172960818949998574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=490328742301976591&amp;postID=172960818949998574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/172960818949998574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/490328742301976591/posts/default/172960818949998574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laketarn.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-started-this-blog-based-on.html' title=''/><author><name>jT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08685510318503627351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
