<?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-14506059</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:29:34.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pirates and Peg Legs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenlegs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14506059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenlegs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mahgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07372567957526056040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14506059.post-113156177786463332</id><published>2005-11-09T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T10:42:57.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magenta has a few things to say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magenta (a freedom loving friend of mine) was kind enough to share her bio with me, since I was compiling the executive bio's for our company.  Hers was definitely the best.   I wish it was mine....hhmmmm, next entry will be my bio.  this could take years...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXECUTIVE BIO OF MAGENTA THOMPSON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. I have been known to remodel train stations on my lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. I translate ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, I write award-winning operas, I manage time efficiently. Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row. I woo men with my sensuous and godlike piano playing, I can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and I cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. I am an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru. Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, I once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. I play bluegrass cello, and, I am the subject of numerous documentaries. When I'm bored, I build large suspension bridges in my yard. I enjoy urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, I repair electrical appliances free of charge.&lt;br /&gt;I am an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over my original line of corduroy evening wear. I don't perspire. I am a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail. I have been caller number nine and have won the weekend passes. Last summer I toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. I bat .400. My deft floral arrangements have earned me fame in international botany circles. Children trust me. I can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. I once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. I know the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. I have performed several covert operations for the CIA. I sleep once a week; when I do sleep, I sleep in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, I successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery. The laws of physics do not apply to me. I balance, I weave, I dodge, I frolic, and my bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, I participate in full-contact origami. Years ago I discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. I have made extraordinary four course meals using only a mouli and a toaster oven. I breed prizewinning clams. I have won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. I have played Hamlet, I have performed open-heart surgery, and I have spoken with Elvis. But I have never worked on a turret.&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;Magenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14506059-113156177786463332?l=woodenlegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenlegs.blogspot.com/feeds/113156177786463332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14506059&amp;postID=113156177786463332' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14506059/posts/default/113156177786463332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14506059/posts/default/113156177786463332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenlegs.blogspot.com/2005/11/magenta-has-few-things-to-say.html' title='Magenta has a few things to say...'/><author><name>mahgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07372567957526056040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14506059.post-112261225844083459</id><published>2005-07-28T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:44:18.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>first day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bright Eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1685/1315/1600/gabby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1685/1315/320/gabby1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First Day of My Life&lt;br /&gt;is my new favorite song (by Bright Eyes).&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to it loop all day and love it.&lt;br /&gt;I love the lyrics and the humble simplicity of thought.  Is there a word that means the "idea of feeling"?  I think it is the idea of the feeling he conveys in the song that is compelling to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is the first day of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i swear i was born right in the doorway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i went out in the rain and suddenly everything changed&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;they were spreading blankets on the beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yours is the first face that i saw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;think i was blind before i met you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't know where i am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't know where i've been&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i know where i want to go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably have a new favorite tomorrow, or whenever my music friend, darvindar, sends me the next needful song that changes my life. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I keep thinking about this song I won't have to think about this day. Life is jarring and discordant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14506059-112261225844083459?l=woodenlegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://woodenlegs.blogspot.com/feeds/112261225844083459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14506059&amp;postID=112261225844083459' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14506059/posts/default/112261225844083459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14506059/posts/default/112261225844083459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://woodenlegs.blogspot.com/2005/07/first-day-of-my-life.html' title='first day of my life'/><author><name>mahgirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07372567957526056040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14506059.post-112154454073720787</id><published>2005-07-16T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:09:00.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fairy magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1685/1315/1600/009_8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1685/1315/320/009_8A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;belong to this girl&lt;br /&gt;her magic expands them&lt;br /&gt;everyday of her life&lt;br /&gt;my fairy child&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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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-14506059.post-112154410769270224</id><published>2005-07-16T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T13:01:47.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oscillation and equilibrium</title><content type='html'>i am oscillating and haven't yet found my equilibrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its ok with me to not have everything balanced, or set in stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me,&lt;br /&gt;peaceful&lt;br /&gt;bemused&lt;br /&gt;lucid&lt;br /&gt;contented&lt;br /&gt;joyful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the sun is shining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14506059-112154410769270224?l=woodenlegs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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