<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439</id><updated>2009-02-21T12:34:18.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Nathan Hill: Mildly Diverting</title><subtitle type='html'>If I write at all, it's for me. Expect a lot of "stuff", i.e. matter without meaning. In other words, a microcosm of the internet.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-115580099160827884</id><published>2006-08-17T08:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T08:49:51.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a new bookmark</title><summary type='text'>If you know me, you know that I have a poor attention span when the white-hot beam of obsession has left something. Well, friends, this ol' blog about my opinions and stupid stuff I spend my days doing has grown kind of musty of late, as you have must have noticed.I started a new blog. It's aboutmy opinions and the stupid stuff I spend my days doing.I called it The Bran Report. T-shirts will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/115580099160827884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/115580099160827884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-for-new-bookmark.html' title='Time for a new bookmark'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114980533388844508</id><published>2006-06-08T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:22:13.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The College north of the Hellespont</title><summary type='text'>As you may or may not know, Oxford is a university made up of colleges. Until today, one of those was St. Hilda's college, and it only admitted women as students. This had upsides and downsides- to be superficial, it meant that Hilda's grounds were remarkably clean. On the the other hand, it meant that some male undergraduates from other colleges regarded Hilda's as an Amazonian paradise. I once </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114980533388844508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114980533388844508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/06/college-north-of-hellespont.html' title='The College north of the Hellespont'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114962763941929296</id><published>2006-06-06T20:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:00:39.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>March to Destruction, part two</title><summary type='text'>A few days ago, there were stormclouds on the horizon. Now, for the dissapointing conclusion!I should warn you that while describing bodily functions is by and large not how I roll, there's only so much this would allow me to tell you about the idea of putting an American gallon of fluid into my body.19:01START THE CLOCK!Mug one- 19:02Milk!Mug two- 19:03This is going to be a cake-walk!Mug three- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114962763941929296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114962763941929296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/06/march-to-destruction-part-two.html' title='March to Destruction, part two'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114949676566876620</id><published>2006-06-05T09:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T09:39:26.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The promised dark mutterings.</title><summary type='text'>Let me practice my impersonations skills.Aherm."I am the President of the United States.I want to spend a further $66 thousand million bajillion dollars on the war in Iraq, because I think we're actually very close to achieving whatever it was we set out to do.Also, we need to subsidise our agriculture more because other countries are still exporting food. As a conservative, I know the only way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114949676566876620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114949676566876620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/06/promised-dark-mutterings.html' title='The promised dark mutterings.'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114949554169296624</id><published>2006-06-05T09:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T09:19:01.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>They say tonight's the night</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for leaving you all a bit in the dark after last time. As it turned out, I was able to argue that normal medical practice reccomends against gross competitive eating during fevers. Legend has it, though, that I won't be able to use that line forever. Stay tuned. But first, dark mutterings about the POTUS.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114949554169296624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114949554169296624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/06/they-say-tonights-night.html' title='They say tonight&apos;s the night'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114924651463963593</id><published>2006-06-02T12:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T12:08:34.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>March to Destruction, Part One</title><summary type='text'>Friday 6th June 200651ºN, 1ºW3.15 a.m. British Summer TimeSo he animated a corpse to stage his own murder with the help of the sea-elves!Adventurers, TO THE OCEAN CAVES!5.15 a.m.My head is filled with fire, and I don't mean that as a metaphor for entheogens, I mean it as a metaphor for being close to death. If you'll excuse me, I have some urgent business to attend to (drinking lukewarm water </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114924651463963593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114924651463963593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/06/march-to-destruction-part-one.html' title='March to Destruction, Part One'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114652267363783210</id><published>2006-05-01T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T23:31:13.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY EYE</title><summary type='text'>There's something in my eye. I cut my hair and trimmed my beard this afternoon, so I'm going to go out on a limb and say a tiny piece of keratin shrapnel is floating around on my right eyeball, and it's kind of uncomfortable. I think I'm just going to go right on and gouge that eye out with a spoon. It can't be worse. IT CAN'T POSSIBLY BE WORSE.rising shotgun in imaginary cars</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114652267363783210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114652267363783210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/05/there-is-something-in-my-eye.html' title='THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY EYE'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114650735341978646</id><published>2006-05-01T19:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:15:53.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio will be reborn</title><summary type='text'>I've been listening to my latest craze these last few days: Last.fm. It's an online radio station that is delicious: it plays music that statistics say you will probably like and (I should stress this) nothing else. It's a playlist. Of bands that people recomended to you.The recomendation system does tend to reinforce cliques, though. It works by noting what you listen to and rate, finding other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114650735341978646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114650735341978646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/05/radio-will-be-reborn.html' title='Radio will be reborn'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114588329322587311</id><published>2006-04-24T13:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T13:54:53.236+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOORAY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114588329322587311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114588329322587311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/04/hooray.html' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114547822324156756</id><published>2006-04-19T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:23:43.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I aten't dead</title><summary type='text'>OK, so lately I've been about as good at updating as Carrington. The difference is, I'd be not as likely to leave you with a diatribe about how unqualified politicians are. Truth be told, I ain't political a whole bunch.I'm a slightly malodorous intellectual, and as such I tend to vote for the Green party. The trouble is, they project the air of people who know a lot of things but aren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114547822324156756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114547822324156756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-atent-dead.html' title='I aten&apos;t dead'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114324679826226791</id><published>2006-03-25T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:33:18.276Z</updated><title type='text'>The one called Smelly Hippy is correct</title><summary type='text'>There are a few reasons I haven't been updating the ol' blogotron as much as I should these few weeks past. One of them is that I'm applying to do a postgraduate master's degree in... Haven't I told you all this before? Anyway, a master's in Renewable Energy science. One of the applications demands a passport photo, which means that I'm cast into a mental state I don't normally occupy: awareness </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114324679826226791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114324679826226791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-called-smelly-hippy-is-correct.html' title='The one called Smelly Hippy is correct'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114261622628361285</id><published>2006-03-17T17:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T17:23:46.296Z</updated><title type='text'>I will be a Phyics Master</title><summary type='text'>Dear blog,I am sorry for negelcting you these past few weeks. The reason why is my ongoing lack of understanding when it comes to current leads for cryogenic applications. The good news is that my ignorance  had grown to about half a meg of TeX.During this period of Keruoac-esque creativity, I havn;t been shaving. I'd hoped the result would imply wisdom and masculinity. At the time of writing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114261622628361285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114261622628361285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-will-be-phyics-master.html' title='I will be a Phyics Master'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114246275109258742</id><published>2006-03-15T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:45:51.103Z</updated><title type='text'>The Red and Yellow terror</title><summary type='text'>I've learnt many habits while living with Americans. One of them is AIM, which I added to my preference pane in Adium like another arrow in Legolas's quiver. Along with Adium, of course, comes the art of the away message."When I sit down to write a scientific paper, I often find myself mixing raspberry Absolut with apple juice. It's like a boiled sweet that makes you benevolently confused."This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114246275109258742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114246275109258742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/03/red-and-yellow-terror.html' title='The Red and Yellow terror'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114184256358180208</id><published>2006-03-08T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:29:23.596Z</updated><title type='text'>Frostburn</title><summary type='text'>Today I did what all scientists want to do: I got wounded. FOR PROGRESS.I need to sleep. Projects be damned.and it won't be a pretty sight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114184256358180208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114184256358180208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/03/frostburn.html' title='Frostburn'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114142291888124895</id><published>2006-03-03T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:55:18.893Z</updated><title type='text'>You smell good</title><summary type='text'>As someone who has used a few different operating systems, today's Penny Arcade make me cackle with an unfamiliar but delicious patriotism.and it won't be a pretty sight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114142291888124895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114142291888124895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-smell-good.html' title='You smell good'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-114016538655230182</id><published>2006-02-17T08:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-17T08:36:26.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Weekend WTF #2</title><summary type='text'>The UN says that Guantanamo is a torture camp and wants it closed. The White House says "That's what the terrorists want you to think".drive all over town</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114016538655230182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/114016538655230182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-wtf-2.html' title='Weekend WTF #2'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-113977617970969644</id><published>2006-02-12T20:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T20:29:39.720Z</updated><title type='text'>On a lighter note</title><summary type='text'>I cannot get enough of Lucida Blackletter right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113977617970969644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113977617970969644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-113974732789315701</id><published>2006-02-12T11:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-12T12:29:47.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Jyllands-Posten</title><summary type='text'>The furore that is becoming known as the Danish controversy has been extremely unwelcome for me. But in the proud tradition of stating my opinion on global trends I cannot possibly affect, here's what I think.It's all ridiculous.The Jyllands-posten may have had the noble intentions they claim, and they may not. I know enough about the press that I would not be suprised to discover that the J-P </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113974732789315701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113974732789315701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/02/jyllands-posten.html' title='Jyllands-Posten'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-113940696739312816</id><published>2006-02-08T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:56:07.543Z</updated><title type='text'>Reader Requested</title><summary type='text'>A number of people have been encouraging me to share my opinions of America and it's denizens.I HATE AMERICANS WITH A FERVOUR MATCHED IN MAGNITUDE ONLY BY THE CANDOUR WITH WHICH I WILL NOW EXPRESS THAT HATRED.Firstly, your foreign policy is characterised by triumpahalism and almost Hawthornian short-sightedness. Secondly, every American I meet is a VAST CREPUSCULAR SACK OF DOUCHE.You left your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113940696739312816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113940696739312816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/02/reader-requested.html' title='Reader Requested'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-113917485789041308</id><published>2006-02-05T21:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-05T21:27:37.903Z</updated><title type='text'>Weekend WTF</title><summary type='text'>Google's corporate motto is "don't be evil". However, they have recently terrified me.This is what Tiannamen means to me, but this is what Tiannamen means if you search on Google China.I don't know about you guys, but i assumed this kind of crap had ended now that we're in the Al Gore era.And this from a country that's so opposed to revisionist history? It's baffling.lion's mane</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113917485789041308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113917485789041308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-wtf.html' title='Weekend WTF'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-113906144612266292</id><published>2006-02-04T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-04T13:57:26.190Z</updated><title type='text'>Mea Culpa, Lowtax</title><summary type='text'>I have to hold my hands up.I have been indicted by Something Awful.In case you somehow don't know, Something Awful is the interweb's equivalent of rubberknecking at car wrecks. It's a carnival of slack-jawed marveling at all the webcest. Their Awful Link of the Day feature is the epitome of this attitude, having before now linked racial supremacists, conspiracy theorists and every fetish that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113906144612266292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113906144612266292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/02/mea-culpa-lowtax.html' title='Mea Culpa, Lowtax'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-113831477205385733</id><published>2006-01-26T22:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:32:52.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Dear MP3 tag writers</title><summary type='text'>Please stop using the genre "Alternative and Punk". Or at least, stop applying it to Sufjan Stevens. it disturbs me to picture a man with safety pins about his person singing earnest songs about Lake Michigan and the Transfiguration.the face of God, the voice of God</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113831477205385733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113831477205385733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/01/dear-mp3-tag-writers.html' title='Dear MP3 tag writers'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-113726955715394979</id><published>2006-01-14T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T20:12:37.163Z</updated><title type='text'>It's good enough for Kurtz, and he's Eisner nominated</title><summary type='text'>Don't you hate it when a blogger cut-and-pastes a forward mail? Man, I do. Especially when you saw it on a respectable website a little while ago.10 reasons Gay Marriage is wrong:1. Being gay is not natural. And as you know Americans have always rejected unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and air conditioning.2. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113726955715394979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113726955715394979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-good-enough-for-kurtz-and-hes.html' title='It&apos;s good enough for Kurtz, and he&apos;s Eisner nominated'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-113597229227813328</id><published>2005-12-30T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-30T19:51:52.476Z</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Stars</title><summary type='text'>Just to break up the metaphysical whinging that is your normal fare while I'm in Devon, I'd like to present a true story that I'm calling "Comically amateurish attempts at political bias".This story come from the Western Morning News- apparently, voted Britain's best rural newspaper. The banner doesn't tell me who voted in that particular poll, though I imagine it would have been people who live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113597229227813328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113597229227813328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2005/12/twelve-stars.html' title='Twelve Stars'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6282439.post-113588155575891132</id><published>2005-12-29T18:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:39:15.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Nifleheim</title><summary type='text'>Today I woke up from a dream about Eurodomino railpasses and Guiness extra cold.Huh, I thought, it's kind of silent and dark. Maybe it's earlier than my usual wake-up at 11 or twelve.After a few spare-brained thoughts on that line, I looked at my mobile. It was 15.44.Somehow, for no good reson, I slept in until four in the afternoon.It was dark and silent because it's been snowing and I don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113588155575891132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6282439/posts/default/113588155575891132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nathanh.blogspot.com/2005/12/nifleheim.html' title='Nifleheim'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05786047948328269923</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09602709410791392057'/></author></entry></feed>