<?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-5741668</id><updated>2009-02-20T20:21:41.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DETRITUS PRESS</title><subtitle type='html'>Bisociative ramblings, incomplete thoughts, and a few good ideas, resulting from extensive experimentation in recreational sleep deprivation.  </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-109799479508712137</id><published>2004-10-17T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T01:55:44.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The greater part of a year has passed since I last added anything to the Detritus Press--partially because I was otherwise occupied with the drama that passes for my life and then because I was disappointed that I did not have disc space on a server somewhere to post pictures that I could publish here.  Life goes on, but as you can see from the test image above the picture issue is now a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/109799479508712137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=109799479508712137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/109799479508712137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/109799479508712137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2004/10/greater-part-of-year-has-passed-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-107142082134468801</id><published>2003-12-14T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T07:26:40.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick post to affirm that I have survived finals week.Now that I have a break from school and have spent a week doing almost nothing in an effort (or lack of effort) to recuperate, there are once again obligations that demand my attention: one being my journal, two being my work, and three being the membership drive for the Staff Association at work.  Work only requires that I show up on time and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/107142082134468801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/107142082134468801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/12/quick-post-to-affirm-that-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106956272214664823</id><published>2003-11-22T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T23:45:49.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note: The following fiction is not final draft nor is it complete.  Read at your own risk!CHAPTER 3:       "nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands"                                          --e.e. cummingsBack before people started even talking about putting an amusement park where Blair Mountain used to be, there was the Fire Tower and parties with the Blair Boys.  They were big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106956272214664823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106956272214664823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106956272214664823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106956272214664823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/11/note-following-fiction-is-not-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106901462073730021</id><published>2003-11-16T15:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-16T15:30:42.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The following email was forwarded to me by my wife:Dear MoveOn Member, Yesterday, former Vice President Al Gore spoke to a packed audience of almost 3,000 MoveOn supporters about the Bush administration's attacks on our basic freedoms. Not mincing words, Mr. Gore said, "I want to challenge the Bush Administration’s implicit assumption that we have to give up many of our traditional freedoms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106901462073730021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106901462073730021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106901462073730021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106901462073730021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/11/following-email-was-forwarded-to-me-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106822202264755977</id><published>2003-11-07T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T11:20:20.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning I walked out of the house and nearly stepped on an animal that I wasn't readily able to identify, which is a rare thing for me on my home turf.  I don't mean the stepping on a dead animal part--with two outdoor cats that happens all the time--I mean the inablity to identify the animal.  I spent most of my childhood in the woods of West Virginia and have seen a lot of wild animals.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106822202264755977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106822202264755977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106822202264755977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106822202264755977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/11/this-morning-i-walked-out-of-house-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106808197359611214</id><published>2003-11-05T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T18:07:14.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've cut back drastically on the cigarettes this week.  I started cutting back over the weekend and had a major lapse of control on Monday but I've been able to keep a pack alive over the past couple of days now.  Not too shabby considering the level of stress I’ve been under with Kristine out of town.  Amazing how much more time I seem to have on my hands now that they aren’t busy holding on to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106808197359611214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106808197359611214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106808197359611214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106808197359611214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/11/ive-cut-back-drastically-on-cigarettes.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106808182926160550</id><published>2003-11-05T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T20:23:47.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Experience creativity vicariously!  Starving artist ISO long-term relationship with wealthy would-be patron of the arts.  Enjoy the time-honored tradition of assuaging guilt of ill-gotten gains with a discreet, don't-ask-don't-tell monetary exchange.  My art could be your salvation.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106808182926160550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106808182926160550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106808182926160550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106808182926160550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/11/experience-creativity-vicariously.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106797966308975112</id><published>2003-11-04T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:17:12.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My 34 years as a West Virginia Mountaineer have been lived in valleys.  I spent the first seven years of my life in the Kanawha valley, then moved to the valley of the once great but now extinct Teays River.  After I graduated from Winfield High School I did spend one year in the mountains at West Virginia Wesleyan College but transferred to Marshall University because at Wesleyan I was learning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106797966308975112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106797966308975112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/11/my-34-years-as-west-virginia.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106797831624277666</id><published>2003-11-04T15:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T15:45:46.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The incidence of violent weather is steadily on the rise and although meteorologists speculate to the cause of this alarming trend I believe we all know what is behind the increasing occurence of life-threatening storms, which are responsible for millions of dollars of damage world wide--the media.   They broadcast the images of these insane climatological variances without the slightest regard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106797831624277666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106797831624277666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106797831624277666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106797831624277666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/11/incidence-of-violent-weather-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106789639574710335</id><published>2003-11-03T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T16:53:13.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m sitting home sick with my strepson watching Storefront Hitchcock—Monday 1:05—how long until Keenan gets home? Is he at thirdbase yet? How many minutes until Keenan gets home? How many hours?Zane knows the lyrics and is singing, “feels like 1974,” when he isn’t popping grapes.  Robyn Hitchcock is timeless.  I was just checking the date on the jacket—the film was made in same year Zane was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106789639574710335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106789639574710335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106789639574710335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106789639574710335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/11/im-sitting-home-sick-with-my-strepson.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106659223536978797</id><published>2003-10-19T14:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T14:37:14.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>autodidactic asphxiation--the excessive self-manipulation of one's thought processes, resulting in death.  The mechanism of death is a incoherent ejaculation of so-called "big" words, or in some cases, manual strangulation at the hands of a person subjected to the torrent over-reaching thoughts and cut-and-paste philosophy.  If the masturbatory autodidact does not choke on his own words any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106659223536978797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106659223536978797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106659223536978797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106659223536978797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/10/autodidactic-asphxiation-excessive.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106593499239634984</id><published>2003-10-12T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T08:20:21.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLOGGER!  BE GONE FROM ME.   there's nothing more to say...I love my strepsons.  They were both well this weekend.  This was our schedule:10:00 Keenan Basketball @ bridgeview elem.10:00 Zane Soccer @ Danner Field11:00 Richard Curry @ WV Room (be there 20 min. early)2:00 Zane basketball practice @ rec center2:30 Keenan Soccer @ Triester field at Cato park3:00 Lee Maynard @ parlor B (be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106593499239634984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106593499239634984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106593499239634984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106593499239634984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/10/blogger-be-gone-from-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106556175521659333</id><published>2003-10-07T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T16:23:22.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Monday--October 6, 2003 (Call of the Wild Chipmunk):9:00 am-- My lead dog Chivas flushed the creature fromits den and chased it through the office while I wasworking on my morning correspondence. I only saw thescurrying shadow as it made its escape under the bed. I suspect it is a field mouse and comfort Zane bysaying as much, but it seems large for a field mouse. I doubt that I have seen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106556175521659333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106556175521659333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106556175521659333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106556175521659333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/10/monday-october-6-2003-call-of-wild.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106349185790840476</id><published>2003-09-13T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T09:12:59.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The BelieverI ran across a reference to this magazine at work while catalogging the editor's new book.  I haven't seen any updates to the web page since I first linked to it a month ago and because I live in the middle of nowhere I've not yet been able to get a copy of the zine.  A cousin in Texas is getting a copy to send to me and if I like I will subscribe.  In the words of singer/songwriter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106349185790840476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106349185790840476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106349185790840476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106349185790840476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/09/believer-i-ran-across-reference-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106331705769645701</id><published>2003-09-11T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:15:35.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A friend-from-work's mother died this weekend so I'm going to the funeral home this evening to pay my condolences.  It will be the first dealing with death I have had since my mom died in January.  If it weren't this particular friend I might consider not going at all, but she has been so good to me and I have so much respect for her that I could not imagine not going.  Her sister also works at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106331705769645701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106331705769645701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/09/friend-from-works-mother-died-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106295467957273822</id><published>2003-09-07T12:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T12:11:19.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HorrorMasters Themes - Over 1000 Free Horror Stories Organized Into Horror Themes...Ghosts, Vampires, Monsters, the Occult, etc.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106295467957273822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106295467957273822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106295467957273822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106295467957273822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/09/horrormasters-themes-over-1000-free.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106294474226760332</id><published>2003-09-07T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:18:55.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My wife asked me yesterday (roughly paraphrased) "what good are blogs anyway?"  I couldn't come up with a short answer other than to suggest she look at a few.  Of course blogger's server was down when she went to explore, so I thought that I would post this rough outline of thoughts and questions about blogging and its applications that I hope to address as I work on the Detritus Press.As an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106294474226760332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106294474226760332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/09/my-wife-asked-me-yesterday-roughly.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106282326042491717</id><published>2003-09-05T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T14:37:05.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weekend's here.  I felt productive at the end of work today--I have a hard time remembering the last time that happened.  Starting to settle in to the new job as a catalogger.  The job exists on a metalevel that I feel comfortable with.  The biggest hurdle has been constructing Dewey numbers.  Most of the work is copy cataloging, so there is nearly always a suggested number but the trouble </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106282326042491717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106282326042491717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106282326042491717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106282326042491717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/09/weekends-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106271409758408077</id><published>2003-09-04T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T17:21:37.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, so I'm working on this maybe just a little too much, but I have the day off from work and have had the house to myself all day--why not?  I'm trying to get a comments script to work on each of my postings.  There may be nothing worth commenting on yet but I don't think that a blog is complete without some form of feedback and I like the idea that user feedback will be open to anyone who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106271409758408077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106271409758408077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106271409758408077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106271409758408077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/09/ok-so-im-working-on-this-maybe-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5741668.post-106212683433825527</id><published>2003-08-28T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T22:13:54.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God only knew why she was out in this shit; the darkest knot of the biggest baddest blizzard to hit Huntington in twenty years, and there she was shakin' her ass off in four an a half alley.  She'd be livin' in it sure enough if that twenty bucks didn't blow in soon.  He said he'd be here.  In her scarf, she could smell the kerosene from the heater in Jim's apartment.  The heat and the carbon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/feeds/106212683433825527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5741668&amp;postID=106212683433825527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106212683433825527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5741668/posts/default/106212683433825527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://detrituspress.blogspot.com/2003/08/god-only-knew-why-she-was-out-in-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Anodyne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03648797735438616689</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02308635624910933885'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>