<?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-5435560943646875995</id><updated>2011-09-28T16:17:35.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>KALAMOS: the official web log</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435560943646875995.post-2698380567862661608</id><published>2011-01-01T05:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T05:37:02.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This article is wonderful and sums up many things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Who imagined that in 2009, the world's governments would be declaring  a new War on Pirates? As you read this, the British Royal Navy - backed  by the ships of more than two dozen nations, from the US to China - is  sailing into Somalian waters to take on men we still picture as  parrot-on-the-shoulder pantomime villains. They will soon be fighting  Somalian ships and even chasing the pirates onto land, into one of the  most broken countries on earth. But behind the arrr-me-hearties oddness  of this tale, there is an untold scandal. The people our governments are  labeling as "one of the great menace of our times" have an  extraordinary story to tell -- and some justice on their side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pirates have never been quite who we think they are. In the "golden  age of piracy" - from 1650 to 1730 - the idea of the pirate as the  senseless, savage thief that lingers today was created by the British  government in a great propaganda-heave. Many ordinary people believed it  was false: pirates were often rescued from the gallows by supportive  crowds. Why? What did they see that we can't? In his book &lt;em&gt;Villains of All nations&lt;/em&gt;,  the historian Marcus Rediker pores through the evidence to find out. If  you became a merchant or navy sailor then - plucked from the docks of  London's East End, young and hungry - you ended up in a floating wooden  Hell. You worked all hours on a cramped, half-starved ship, and if you  slacked off for a second, the all-powerful captain would whip you with  the Cat O' Nine Tails. If you slacked consistently, you could be thrown  overboard. And at the end of months or years of this, you were often  cheated of your wages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Pirates were the first people to rebel against this world. They  mutinied against their tyrannical captains - and created a different way  of working on the seas. Once they had a ship, the pirates elected their  captains, and made all their decisions collectively. They shared their  bounty out in what Rediker calls "one of the most egalitarian plans for  the disposition of resources to be found anywhere in the eighteenth  century." They even took in escaped African slaves and lived with them  as equals. The pirates showed "quite clearly - and subversively - that  ships did not have to be run in the brutal and oppressive ways of the  merchant service and the Royal navy." This is why they were popular,  despite being unproductive thieves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The words of one pirate from that lost age - a young British man  called William Scott - should echo into this new age of piracy. Just  before he was hanged in Charleston, South Carolina, he said: "What I did  was to keep me from perishing. I was forced to go a-pirating to live."  In 1991, the government of Somalia - in the Horn of Africa - collapsed.  Its nine million people have been teetering on starvation ever since -  and many of the ugliest forces in the Western world have seen this as a  great opportunity to steal the country's food supply and dump our  nuclear waste in their seas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes: nuclear waste. As soon as the government was gone, mysterious  European ships started appearing off the coast of Somalia, dumping vast  barrels into the ocean. The coastal population began to sicken. At first  they suffered strange rashes, nausea and malformed babies. Then, after  the 2005 tsunami, hundreds of the dumped and leaking barrels washed up  on shore. People began to suffer from radiation sickness, and more than  300 died. Ahmedou Ould-Abdallah, the UN envoy to Somalia, tells me:  "Somebody is dumping nuclear material here. There is also lead, and  heavy metals such as cadmium and mercury - you name it." Much of it can  be traced back to European hospitals and factories, who seem to be  passing it on to the Italian mafia to "dispose" of cheaply. When I asked  Ould-Abdallah what European governments were doing about it, he said  with a sigh: "Nothing. There has been no clean-up, no compensation, and  no prevention."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;At the same time, other European ships have been looting Somalia's  seas of their greatest resource: seafood. We have destroyed our own  fish-stocks by over-exploitation - and now we have moved on to theirs.  More than $300m worth of tuna, shrimp, lobster and other sea-life is  being stolen every year by vast trawlers illegally sailing into  Somalia's unprotected seas. The local fishermen have suddenly lost their  livelihoods, and they are starving. Mohammed Hussein, a fisherman in  the town of Marka 100km south of Mogadishu, told Reuters: "If nothing is  done, there soon won't be much fish left in our coastal waters."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the context in which the men we are calling "pirates" have  emerged. Everyone agrees they were ordinary Somalian fishermen who at  first took speedboats to try to dissuade the dumpers and trawlers, or at  least wage a 'tax' on them. They call themselves the Volunteer  Coastguard of Somalia - and it's not hard to see why. In a surreal  telephone interview, one of the pirate leaders, Sugule Ali, said their  motive was "to stop illegal fishing and dumping in our waters... We  don't consider ourselves sea bandits. We consider sea bandits [to be]  those who illegally fish and dump in our seas and dump waste in our seas  and carry weapons in our seas." William Scott would understand those  words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;No, this doesn't make hostage-taking justifiable, and yes, some are  clearly just gangsters - especially those who have held up World Food  Programme supplies. But the "pirates" have the overwhelming support of  the local population for a reason. The independent Somalian news-site  WardherNews conducted the best research we have into what ordinary  Somalis are thinking - and it found 70 percent "strongly supported the  piracy as a form of national defence of the country's territorial  waters." During the revolutionary war in America, George Washington and  America's founding fathers paid pirates to protect America's territorial  waters, because they had no navy or coastguard of their own. Most  Americans supported them. Is this so different? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Did we expect starving Somalians to stand passively on their beaches,  paddling in our nuclear waste, and watch us snatch their fish to eat in  restaurants in London and Paris and Rome? We didn't act on those crimes  - but when some of the fishermen responded by disrupting the  transit-corridor for 20 percent of the world's oil supply, we begin to  shriek about "evil." If we really want to deal with piracy, we need to  stop its root cause - our crimes - before we send in the gun-boats to  root out Somalia's criminals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The story of the 2009 war on piracy was best summarised by another  pirate, who lived and died in the fourth century BC. He was captured and  brought to Alexander the Great, who demanded to know "what he meant by  keeping possession of the sea." The pirate smiled, and responded: "What  you mean by seizing the whole earth; but because I do it with a petty  ship, I am called a robber, while you, who do it with a great fleet, are  called emperor." Once again, our great imperial fleets sail in today -  but who is the robber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Johann Hari is a writer for the Independent newspaper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;POSTSCRIPT: Some commenters seem bemused by the fact that both toxic  dumping and the theft of fish are happening in the same place - wouldn't  this make the fish contaminated? In fact, &lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/maps/africa/somalia/"&gt;Somalia's coastline is vast&lt;/a&gt;,  stretching to 3300km. Imagine how easy it would be - without any  coastguard or army - to steal fish from Florida and dump nuclear waste  on California, and you get the idea. These events are happening in  different places - but with the same horrible effect: death for the  locals, and stirred-up piracy. There's no contradiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-2698380567862661608?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/2698380567862661608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-article-is-wonderful-and-sums-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/2698380567862661608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/2698380567862661608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-article-is-wonderful-and-sums-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-2506842596844476092</id><published>2010-12-08T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T22:52:36.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>However, it was not just  piracy for which Kidd was  executed, but also  for the murder of a member of his own crew. In 1697, he killed a  mutinous gunner, William Moore, by hitting him over the head with a  bucket,  fracturing his skull. But Hamilton and Macort's latest research  suggests that under Admiralty law – under which Kidd might have been,  at worst, scolded for attempting to suppress a mutiny in such a violent  manner – he should have been exonerated of that charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The  newest development is our examination of the key difference between  civil and Admiralty law in the early 18th century," says Hamilton. "Our  research reveals that if Kidd had been tried under Admiralty law, in a  maritime court where virtually all other pirates were tried, he would  probably have been exonerated on the charge of murder and perhaps even  the charge of piracy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When Kidd threw a bucket at his gunner,  he was within the rights granted to British navy captains, especially  because Moore was stirring up a mutiny. But under civil law, the fatal  blow helped cost him his life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the years, many historians  have argued that Kidd was simply a scapegoat, that he was used by some  of the most powerful men in England to advance their wealth, then  abandoned by those very men when the scheme imploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What this  was really about was some very powerful lords who had been frozen out of  the English East India Company hiring a captain to chase pirates and  bring back the wealth of the Indies – even if some of that wealth  happened to be recently stolen from the English East India Company and  some other very wealthy Englishmen," says Richard Zacks, author of  The  Pirate Hunter: The True Story of Captain Kidd. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kidd's mission  was to bring stolen goods back to New York and then divvy up the  profits. The origins of the items were not very important to the lords  until the whole scheme blew up when Kidd was accused of piracy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  captain of the Quedagh Merchant may have been an Englishman, but he had  purchased passes from the French East India  Company, promising him the  protection of the French Crown. These passes, which may have saved Kidd  from the hangman's noose, were suppressed at his trial and were not to  surface again for more than a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;i&gt;The Scottsman,&lt;/i&gt;10 July 2009, Alice Wyllie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;dl class="info"&gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Scottish Parlimantary Motion S3M-4427:Bill Kidd: Vindication of Captain William Kidd—That  the (Scottish) Parliament welcomes a fresh bid to clear the name of  Captain William Kidd, a legendary Scottish seafarer and privateer who  was hanged for piracy in 1701, following new evidence from the United  States of America that is under consideration by the Fraternity of  Masters and Seamen in Dundee and contests the charge of piracy that  condemned Captain Kidd to the gallows over three centuries ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-2506842596844476092?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/2506842596844476092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/12/however-it-was-not-just-piracy-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/2506842596844476092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/2506842596844476092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/12/however-it-was-not-just-piracy-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-4652573290797177127</id><published>2010-12-02T06:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:00:50.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are some recent documentations of my favourite ship, the Flying Dutchman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;1823: HMS Leven skipper, Captain Owen logged two sightings in his log.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1835: Crew on a British ship saw a sailing ship heading towards them in the middle of a storm. It appeared there would be a collision, but the ship suddenly no where to be found.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1881: Three crew of&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;HMS Bacchante including King George V, saw the ship. The next day, one of the men who saw it fell from the rigging and died.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1879: The crew of SS Pretoria saw the apparition of the ghost ship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1911: A whaling ship nearly struck with her before the ghost ship vanished.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1923: British Navy crew saw the ghost ship and sent documentation to the Society for Psychical Research, SPR. Fourth Officer Stone wrote the findings of the fifteen minute sighting on January 26th. Second Officer Bennett, a helmsman and cadet also witnessed the ship. Stone drew a picture of the phantom. Bennett verified his explanation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1939: People aground seen the Flying Dutchman. Admiral Karl Doenitz &amp;nbsp;of the German submarine kept the recorded sightings by the U-Boat crews.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1941: People at Glencairn Beach sighted the apparition ship that disappeared before she collided into rocks.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1942: Four observers saw the ghost ship arrive Table Bay, and then disappeared. Second Officer Davies and Third Officer Montserrat, HMS Jubilee, saw the Flying Dutchman. Davis recorded it in the ship’s log.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1959: The Straat Magelhaen ship nearly collided with the ghost ship.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On 11 July 1881, the Royal Navy ship, the Bacchante was rounding the  tip of Africa, when they were confronted with the sight of The Flying  Dutchman.  The midshipman, a prince who later became King George V,  recorded that the lookout man and the officer of the watch had seen the  Flying Dutchman and he used these words to describe the ship: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A strange red light as of a phantom ship all aglow, in the midst  of which light the mast, spars and sails of a brig 200 yards distant  stood out in strong relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pity that the lookout saw the Flying Dutchman, for soon after on the same &lt;span style="color: black; font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: 400; position: static;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-family: verdana,sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: 400; position: relative;"&gt;trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, he accidentally fell from a mast and died.  Fortunately for the English royal family, the young midshipman survived the curse."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-4652573290797177127?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/4652573290797177127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-are-some-recent-documentations-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/4652573290797177127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/4652573290797177127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/12/here-are-some-recent-documentations-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-4076399914645896500</id><published>2010-11-20T21:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:28:51.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"Rackam was enjoined to secrecy, and here he behaved honorably; but love again assailed the conquered Mary. It was usual with the pirates to retain all the artists who were captured in the trading-vessels; among these was a very handsome young man, of engaging manners, who vanquished the heart of Mary. In a short time her love became so violent, that she took every opportunity of enjoying his company and conversation; and, after she had gained his friendship, discovered her sex. Esteem and friendship were speedily converted into the most ardent affection, and a mutual flame burned in the hearts of these two lovers. An occurrence soon happened that put the attachment of Mary to a severe trial. Her lover having quarrelled with one of the crew, they agreed to fight a duel on shore. Mary was all anxiety for the fate of her lover, and she manifested a greater concern for the preservation of his life than that of her own; but she could not entertain the idea that he could refuse to fight, and so be esteemed a coward. Accordingly she quarrelled with the man who challenged her lover, and called him to the field two hours before his appointment with her lover, engaged him with sword and pistol, and laid him dead at her feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;- Charles Ellms, 1837&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-4076399914645896500?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/4076399914645896500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/rackam-was-enjoined-to-secrecy-and-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/4076399914645896500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/4076399914645896500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/rackam-was-enjoined-to-secrecy-and-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-839785384363341668</id><published>2010-11-18T04:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T04:31:15.694-05:00</updated><title type='text'>excerpts of sources, part 2</title><content type='html'>I am pleased to announce that I own these writings, one being the historical work that Robert Louis Stevenson is believed to have referred to to when concocting his fictional stories. These, however, are held to be true accounts and documentation of their respective subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TOTxB-xmzSI/AAAAAAAAADw/nAMt0zxUcrQ/s1600/tph.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TOTxB-xmzSI/AAAAAAAAADw/nAMt0zxUcrQ/s400/tph.jpg" width="271" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TOTxEmLqilI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vBn9L5cT1ek/s1600/property.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TOTxEmLqilI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vBn9L5cT1ek/s400/property.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have blotted out and faded certain points of these snapshots to maintain ambiguity.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-839785384363341668?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/839785384363341668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/excerpts-of-sources-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/839785384363341668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/839785384363341668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/excerpts-of-sources-part-2.html' title='excerpts of sources, part 2'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TOTxB-xmzSI/AAAAAAAAADw/nAMt0zxUcrQ/s72-c/tph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435560943646875995.post-6755884540067734541</id><published>2010-11-17T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T08:01:09.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"That world is not real. You made it."</title><content type='html'>I'm super tired from staying up all night but short and to the point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a news report about the rising plastic count in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For now all I will say to that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world where televisions are more real to you than trees. Where cars are more important than the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have something to say and I will say it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-6755884540067734541?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/6755884540067734541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-world-is-not-real-you-made-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/6755884540067734541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/6755884540067734541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-world-is-not-real-you-made-it.html' title='&quot;That world is not real. You made it.&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-8593060842257367335</id><published>2010-11-16T02:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T02:56:02.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Perhaps the most astounding case reported, came in  Japanese waters back in 1977. A fishing trawler netted a huge heavy  catch. When the fishermen brought it aboard, they saw the badly  decomposed body of a strange unidentified gigantic sea creature. Its  long neck dangled when they hung it up. This was no figment of their  imagination. This decomposing sea creature's body weighed in at 4000  pounds. Upon careful observation, it was definitely not a fish, nor a  whale nor any other recognizable creature. The captain of the ZUIYO MARU  took pictures. [...] Flesh samples  were taken along with full color pictures. &lt;br /&gt;When he returned to  shore, the captain developed the pictures and brought the findings to  marine scientists. After they scoured over the information and photos of  the remains, the scientists were truly baffled. This creature was  totally unknown and could not be classified.&lt;br /&gt;However in piecing together the story and the clipped samples of dead  flesh brought back , Japanese scientists concluded the creature was  perhaps closest to the large land dinosaur the Plesiosaur, evolutionists  claim became extinct some 70 million years ago."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; -Apparently written by K.K.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chief Petty Officer &lt;br /&gt;United States Navy - Retired&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-8593060842257367335?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/8593060842257367335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/perhaps-most-astounding-case-reported.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/8593060842257367335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/8593060842257367335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/perhaps-most-astounding-case-reported.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-6682169810233602681</id><published>2010-11-16T01:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:48:04.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Captain Kidd buried treasure on Gardiner's Island (a small island in the jurisdiction of Suffolk County not far from Sag Harbor and Orient Point) in 1699. A boulder with a bronze tablet marks the spot. [...] There is another story that Kidd also buried treasure at Montauk Point. Two small ponds at the foot of the hill on which Montauk Light stands have been called Money Ponds ever since Kidd's time. One is said to be bottomless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was on his way to Boston, where he hoped to prove his innocence of the crime of piracy. Kidd stopped at Gardiner's Island for three days. While there, he buried treasure worth about $30,000. at Cherry Harbor, a ravine between Bostwick's (Point) and the Manor House. He asked Mrs. Gardiner to have a pig roasted for him. It was done so well that he presented her with a piece of gold cloth [...]. When Kidd left the island, he promised to return for the buried treasure, and threatened John Gardiner: "If I call for it and it is gone, I will take your head, or your son's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time there was no doubt in Lord Gardiner's mind that his visitor was a pirate. But there was nothing he could do about it except what he subsequently did. After Kidd's arrest, Gardiner was called upon by Lord Bellomont to deliver up the buried treasure. He took it to Boston. The inventory of those bags of gold dust, bars of silver, pieces of eight, rubies great and small, diamonds, candlesticks, porringers, and so forth is still preserved; a duplicate is in the East Hampton Library. One bit of booty, they say, remained with the Gardiners. A diamond was found, accidentally left in John Gardiner's traveling bag after his return from Boston. Mrs. Gardiner gave it to their daughter Elizabeth who married the Gardiner's Island chaplain, a Mr. Green. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty years later, [...] Gardiner's Island was overrun by a pirate band."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Excerpted from, "East Hampton History," by Jeannette Edwards Rattroy,&lt;br /&gt;copyright 1953; Printed by Country Life Press, Garden City, NY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TOIopg337pI/AAAAAAAAADs/MoU6CUTQ5hQ/s1600/wp09fe84dc_05.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TOIopg337pI/AAAAAAAAADs/MoU6CUTQ5hQ/s320/wp09fe84dc_05.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mysterious chart most likely drawn by William Kidd himself that hangs on my own wall.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-6682169810233602681?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/6682169810233602681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/captain-kidd-buried-treasure-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/6682169810233602681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/6682169810233602681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/captain-kidd-buried-treasure-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TOIopg337pI/AAAAAAAAADs/MoU6CUTQ5hQ/s72-c/wp09fe84dc_05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435560943646875995.post-4322670550570390836</id><published>2010-11-15T22:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T22:46:47.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Nations," argues historian Timothy Brennan, "are imaginary constructs  that depend for their existence on an apparatus of cultural fictions..." (cited in Davis  1993: 132).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-4322670550570390836?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/4322670550570390836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/nations-argues-historian-timothy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/4322670550570390836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/4322670550570390836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/nations-argues-historian-timothy.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-6481438487216811651</id><published>2010-11-14T01:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T01:51:11.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>regarding "The Gold Coast"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ilike.com/s/CL8FD"&gt;http://iLike.com/s/CL8FD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;the song can be found at the above link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;If you wouldn't mind, i do have a few more questions about your lyrics [...]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;"Purple sky" any significance of the color purple, which is traditionally a royal color... does that somehow signify, if not necessarily divinity, a calling of some nature or importance?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Purple sky. This has quite alot of significance to me personally. I frequently mention a purple sky in my lyrics and have for years. You hit home base when you said "divinity, a calling of some nature or importance." That is precisely what it is about. Several significant events and pivotal moments of my life have occured under a purple sky, by the sea. There is a specific sense of calling and longing that I have come to associate with it. Longing with a positive purpose. At times it could feel negative if I was too grounded in the human myth of the commonplace and mundane. It is more of a persuasive, sense of beauty than a physically sensual longing. Not like, longing for pizza or sex, but more along the lines of a sense of destiny and wonder, that everything is much bigger than what we think it is and there is a certain ethereal pull that I believe nags at us to get us to realize this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Moon and purple sky... tells me that its time to join the tide"- the moon being something almost mysterious and unknown. Is it an example of an unexplained mysterious calling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Yes, it indeed is. I think a sense of mystery is something our modern, nonsensically idealistic culture thinks we have grown out of. At one time a rigid, hypocrital form of Christianity ruled the "civilized" part of the world. Now our foolish scientific idealism rules us. It is our new religion. The new "opium of the masses." Not everyone submits to it as much as others, but I guarantee you that the Western world is plagued by it a far cry more than it knows. You don't have to believe in evolution to be a victim of this. It's essentially our entire outlook on life. Sience led to the steamboat era and many biological advances and medicinal discoveries but it just couldn't stop there. Sience looked out upon the hypocritical mess of Christians and decided to take everything 100 notches further, building theory upon theory upon theory of made up nonsense until everyone accepts most of it as fact even if they are a devout Creationist. It is drilled into us like language itself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Examples of what this has done to us are right in front of our noses. Peoples individual worlds are based on a culture of purebred tech business. Computers and shows. Your corporate job and the top 40 on the radio. The indie scene. We don't believe much more than than the street right in front of our noses, than the city of metal billboards we built. Our biggest sense of wonder comes from Disney, or depending on who we are, our run-of-the-mill tv dinner relationships. (I am NOT poking fun at folks who truly are in love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;In the meantime, Europe and America and all the big know-it-all tech countries make up a very small percentage of the real world. It is scientific fact that the 95% of the ocean is unexplored. Go figure. There is more evidence for the existence of a living, breathing Kraken than there is for much of the things we are taught in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;So yes, unexplained and mysterious calling. Seeing real things that God made like the moon and the sky out over the sea and being pulled to true beauty, called to something real and utterly bigger than what is considered real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I think those "simple" folks from the 1600s who drew sea monsters and cherubim on their maps were closer to the truth than modern man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;"Splintered Boardwalk"- My boyfriend and I have a disagreement on this term. He believes "splintered" is a reference to just the age... that the boardwalk (going with the ocean theme) is particularly old. In my opinion I agree with him on a surface level, i am curious as to whether or not there is a deeper meaning. A boardwalk is a holding station, more or less, where people wait (for what)... they are not venturing out into the ocean (unknown... question of Faith perhaps) but instead are waiting around, being subjected tot he same old-same old (a place in line) As far as "splintered"... is that an indication of it being unstable? That yes, it is old and weathered... and perhaps the character from the song is restless, and that all the stirring inside of his/her soul (from whatever calling to the sea/harbor/destiny/unknown) is too much to just wait around on a boardwalk. Because it is splintered, does that imply that the boardwalk (or the same-old same-old drawn out style of life) is going to eventually wither away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Ahh. Your take on this is gorgeous. All of your questions are essentially the answers to themselves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;There is a certain beach I went to for many years since I was a child which has a huge boardwalk. I walk always walk right to the end of it and stare at the sea, feeling my sense of longing whilst crowded by people. It always was a very busy boardwalk, but most seemed to just be there because being on the boardwalk is "the thing to do." I would occasionally run into a starry eyed couple who would ask me to take their picture, and they seemed to understand at the moment. As far as everyone else goes, from my experience they're just there because its a nice place to be. Or perhaps they're even thinking about things they'll never do. Then they'll go home and watch Pirates of the Carribean and believe that Disney actually made up The Flying Dutchman. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;So yes, don't keep my place in line, because I'm actually going there while everyone else is watching it on tv and reading about it and considering it fantasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;The old splintered boardwalk is getting old. But you are proficient with your words my friend. Again, for more answers to your own questions, read your questions, because all of them answer themselves, and they are all correct!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;By "despot ocean", do you mean that the ocean (representing the unknown) is tyrannical... meaning that we are sometimes controlled and paralyzed by our fears of the unknown or the future? And by "the moon and purple sky tells you that somewhere the harbor lies"... is that in a way sayign that we are meant for a destiny of some sort, that we have a purpose, and sometimes you have to face your fears and take chances... because something beyond understanding (moon/sky...God/faith?) keeps calling you to be more than what you are? (thus the journey...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;It's actually "desperate ocean." Yes. "You're reaching far and wide" for it. Trying to find it everywhere but staying on the land. One must get into the ocean, desperate and treacherous as it may be, it is natural and it is life. Once you get out on it and learn the honest ways of the sea, you'll realize that somewhere there is a harbour, and the sea cannot destroy your immortal soul. The apostle Paul says we are always a work in progress. There is a world beyond our imagination that we will reach at the end if we believe (in my faith, in Christ as my saviour). But on the way to that place, I'd like to answer the call I had in this life that can be so so much more than the tiny little box of idiocy that we've made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;Is it "hold on to my arms" or "hold on to my heart"? in the second verse? Why not the other, and what does that mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ryan: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;It is hold onto my arms. I know my hands aint steady because I am human and inherritantly flawed. But if Christ is at my core, and I keep it that way, no matter what I'm going to end up with my path straightened out. In Psalms it says "The Lord is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path." I didn't write this line to make a statement of absolute truth. It's just me talking to the person in the song, saying. Ok. I know I'm going through stuff. I know my hands are shaky. But hold onto my arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;It's me asking them to hold on. In the end the only people we keep are the ones God wants us to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white;"&gt;I suppose "hold onto my heart" could have gone there, but it wasn't exactly what I meant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-6481438487216811651?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/6481438487216811651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/regarding-gold-coast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/6481438487216811651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/6481438487216811651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/regarding-gold-coast.html' title='regarding &quot;The Gold Coast&quot;'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-177478859291814908</id><published>2010-11-09T03:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T03:34:23.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>excerpts of sources, part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TNkFetEsZmI/AAAAAAAAADo/RpY-N8Dd8mg/s1600/book3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TNkFetEsZmI/AAAAAAAAADo/RpY-N8Dd8mg/s640/book3.jpg" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;- a page from &lt;i&gt;Handbook for Travellers in Greece&lt;/i&gt;, by John Murray (firm) published 1900, public domain, digitized by Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Around the walls of a room known as the "Graveyard" in the Royal Exchange, the home of the famous shipping corporation of Lloyd's, London, are many hundreds of green-backed volumes telling strange tales of adventures at sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The records range back for more than a century, yet, even in thiese scientific days of transatlantic radio telephones from ship to shore, direction finders and echo-sounding devices against the perils of fog and darkness, Lloyd's are continually adding to these secret archives tales as true and strange as any ever written in the far off days before the first paddle steamer churned the waters on the long track from Liverpool to New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these skeletons in Davy Jones' cupboard are never revealed to newspaper readers. Some of them are in the shape of genuine bottle messages cast ashore years after..." by Harold T. Wilkins. from magazine&lt;i&gt; Popular Mechanics&lt;/i&gt;, December 1929&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-177478859291814908?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/177478859291814908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/excerpts-of-sources.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/177478859291814908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/177478859291814908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/excerpts-of-sources.html' title='excerpts of sources, part 1'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TNkFetEsZmI/AAAAAAAAADo/RpY-N8Dd8mg/s72-c/book3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435560943646875995.post-3699116575740618717</id><published>2010-11-05T08:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:16:15.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well now. i am not usually a fan of Neosurrealist art nor digital art in general, but a a certain Mr George Grie grasped hold of something quite good here. For several years now I've kept an eye on his work and occasionally posted his pictures. Here is one of special significance to me, and you will see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TNPxKXvETiI/AAAAAAAAADk/jWklOWSQnTU/s1600/neosurrealismart.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TNPxKXvETiI/AAAAAAAAADk/jWklOWSQnTU/s640/neosurrealismart.jpeg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prop"&gt;"This picture was inspired by Franklin's lost  expedition that departed England in 1845. It was a doomed British voyage  of Arctic exploration of 128 men led by Captain Sir John Franklin.  Royal Navy officer and experienced explorer had served on three previous  Arctic expeditions. His fourth and last, was meant to traverse the last  un-navigated section of the Northwest Passage." -George Grie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prop"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="prop"&gt;This is of special significance to me because I recently recorded an intense cover of legendary Canadian Singer/Songwriter Stan Rogers' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="main" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;span id="search" style="visibility: visible;"&gt;(November 29, 1949 – June 2, 1983) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prop"&gt;song Northwest Passage. Stan's song is on the very same topic. It will be available soon for free download, I will post the info about that up here shortly. Here are the lyrics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="prop"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre class="poembox" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="poembox" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To find the hand of Franklin reaching for the Beaufort Sea;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="poembox" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tracing one warm line through a land so wild and savage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="poembox"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;And make a Northwest Passage to the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Westward from the Davis Strait 'tis there 'twas said to lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; The sea route to the Orient for which so many died;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Seeking gold and glory, leaving weathered, broken bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; And a long-forgotten lonely cairn of stones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Three centuries thereafter, I take passage overland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; In the footsteps of brave Kelso, where his "sea of flowers" began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Watching cities rise before me, then behind me sink again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; This tardiest explorer, driving hard across the plain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; And through the night, behind the wheel, the mileage clicking west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; I think upon Mackenzie, David Thompson and the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Who cracked the mountain ramparts and did show a path for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; To race the roaring Fraser to the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; How then am I so different from the first men through this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; Like them, I left a settled life, I threw it all away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; To seek a Northwest Passage at the call of many men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; To find there but the road back home again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="poembox"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="poembox"&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre class="poembox"&gt;&lt;span class="prop"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Stan seemed to regard the sea as the last great romantic frontier."&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Evans &amp;amp; Doherty, from "The Lock-Keeper" on the album "An East Coast Tribute"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;span class="prop"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-3699116575740618717?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/3699116575740618717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/3699116575740618717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/3699116575740618717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/well-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TNPxKXvETiI/AAAAAAAAADk/jWklOWSQnTU/s72-c/neosurrealismart.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435560943646875995.post-9181291578766033143</id><published>2010-11-02T05:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T05:58:10.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"To the best of my knowledge no one has ever caught one or found  the bones of one. So until there is proof of existence, there is not  such creature."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beyond eyewitness sightings there remains no physical evidence of the creature’s existence. Although many of the witnesses who report are highly credible, until modern science has an actually corpse, the creature will remain nothing but a legend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to do better than that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-9181291578766033143?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/9181291578766033143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-best-of-my-knowledge-no-one-has-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/9181291578766033143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/9181291578766033143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-best-of-my-knowledge-no-one-has-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-71524488421682591</id><published>2010-10-31T07:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T07:52:19.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"It actually feels like a dark mirror image of our own society's past, when people were banished for trying to prove there was so much more to the world we thought we knew." -Prester Dilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"here I came to the very edge&lt;br /&gt;where nothing at all needs saying,&lt;br /&gt;everything is absorbed through weather and sea,&lt;br /&gt;and the moon swam back,&lt;br /&gt;its rays all silvered,&lt;br /&gt;and time and again the darkness would be broken&lt;br /&gt;by the crash of a wave,&lt;br /&gt;and every day on the balcony of the sea,&lt;br /&gt;wings open,fire is born,&lt;br /&gt;and everything is blue again like morning." -Pablo Neruda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-71524488421682591?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/71524488421682591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-actually-feels-like-dark-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/71524488421682591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/71524488421682591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-actually-feels-like-dark-mirror.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-5703887669185950706</id><published>2010-10-27T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T07:54:45.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Lyrics: Hallock Landing</title><content type='html'>I took a vow just to break the silence today&lt;br /&gt;I wrote these songs just to keep you from wishing away&lt;br /&gt;As you grew older did you think you think you could escape&lt;br /&gt;further than the fearful heart can see? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked along the vacant rocky point streets last night&lt;br /&gt;the moon broke my silence and told me that I could escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crickets and the faces in the fog&lt;br /&gt;the unshaven face and the ciphers in the dark&lt;br /&gt;the old world ghosts that keep you where you are&lt;br /&gt;set off tonight I think you can escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;well you know the sea &lt;br /&gt;and how it calls to me&lt;br /&gt;well i know the green of the grass and how things here in the harbour might seem&lt;br /&gt;so much less than what they were at first&lt;br /&gt;ill break the masts if you cover the street lights with dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If beauty cleaves to things untold&lt;br /&gt;I hope you remember&lt;br /&gt;these coastal lights could turn to gold&lt;br /&gt;If we leave no trace of our souls in this earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you hear the gulls or the crabs when you rest your head on the sand?&lt;br /&gt;can you tell me i cant be a man if i never insist on my plans?&lt;br /&gt;can you hold the dirt in your hand and honestly say it isnt good?&lt;br /&gt;could my love for this land be enough to make me love the Lord like I should? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If beauty leaves the things you hold&lt;br /&gt;I know you'll remember&lt;br /&gt;these cold still eyes could leave their holes&lt;br /&gt;if you leave no trace of your life in this soil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-5703887669185950706?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/5703887669185950706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/10/song-lyrics-hallock-landing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/5703887669185950706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/5703887669185950706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/10/song-lyrics-hallock-landing.html' title='Song Lyrics: Hallock Landing'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</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-5435560943646875995.post-9018529930788051517</id><published>2010-10-27T19:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T20:22:08.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TMjCC9Po7vI/AAAAAAAAACE/hoQImzQIq1U/s640/IMG_0209.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture by Jonathan Little&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TMjCC9Po7vI/AAAAAAAAACE/hoQImzQIq1U/s1600/IMG_0209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TMi4LKQRr8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/cmP1Y-RZaHs/s1600/Kalamospic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-9018529930788051517?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/9018529930788051517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-by-jonathan-little.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/9018529930788051517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/9018529930788051517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/10/picture-by-jonathan-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u56tUV7vJf0/TMjCC9Po7vI/AAAAAAAAACE/hoQImzQIq1U/s72-c/IMG_0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5435560943646875995.post-5885999485115704248</id><published>2010-10-27T19:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T08:22:24.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well here it goes</title><content type='html'>Hello there! Welcome to my official blog for Kalamos, both a book and a musical album that have slowly been underway since 2007. I am undertaking the writing of the book primarily for the same reason that I compose music: because I  feel a dire need to. There are many things that I have experienced and learned that have intensely interested and amazed me, and I  have done and am still doing much research into those topics. All these are things that will be and are  supporting this book. More information on just what these subjects are is forthcoming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have begun the actual writing process, and this is the blog wherein from this point forward I will regularly post entries that essentially concern this work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy if you please,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ryan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5435560943646875995-5885999485115704248?l=kalamos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/feeds/5885999485115704248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-here-it-goes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/5885999485115704248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5435560943646875995/posts/default/5885999485115704248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kalamos.blogspot.com/2010/10/well-here-it-goes.html' title='well here it goes'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02989084194115240319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
