<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 08:21:56 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Maeander Sapere</title><description></description><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115461828181762735</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Aug 2006 15:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-03T09:16:39.700-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Sites!</title><atom:summary type='text'>
I'm employeed by the Mouse so “Hey,” thinks I “what can be more fun than makin’ a rat do tricks and getting’ points for doin' it!”

Do you have manual dexterity? Do you have time to waste? Well Ba-da-BING! Rat Wheel is there to whisk you from boredom, right into the arms of senselessness. Go for it... come on... you know you want to.</atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-sites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115453296372786002</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Aug 2006 15:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-02T09:22:25.546-07:00</atom:updated><title>the music of the week...</title><atom:summary type='text'>
If you like… well... you know; I can’t put this Brooklyn four into any comparison group at the moment. They have a slightly soft, slightly progressive harmony of hip that floats just as well in the background office routine as it does on a five hour trip up the i5.

The progressive flavor finds a little comparison to Porcupine Tree while the popish contrast might discover a little Guster in the </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/08/music-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115444758760159194</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Aug 2006 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-01T09:04:12.616-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Highway, Part Two</title><atom:summary type='text'>Hate: I have seen its ugliness. I have lived its ugliness. I have torn from the inexorable shackles wrapped till bloods blackness spilt beneath the moons hallow breath of sorrow. I am not one who hates.

All right, so I haven’t really ever had handcuffs cut into me... well I haven’t really had handcuffs cut into me and make me bleed under the night moon but you can use that merry minuet as an </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/08/highway-part-two.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115436057827285412</guid><pubDate>Mon, 31 Jul 2006 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-31T15:40:57.356-07:00</atom:updated><title>the Movies...</title><atom:summary type='text'>Of the movies I watched this weekend, two took me by complete surprise. Although one had come with much recommendation, the other fell from my desire to watch foreign/art type films.
The Matador was film Saturday; número one. Highly praised by a close friend, I entered the experience with anticipation high. This thankfully, did not kill the moment. I’m going to keep this short; Pierce Brosnan </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/movies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115412476674993697</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Jul 2006 22:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-28T15:12:46.776-07:00</atom:updated><title>Hey Stuart!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I don't have any info... all the stuff I had no longer works!</atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/hey-stuart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115401361601456024</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Jul 2006 15:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-27T11:08:34.456-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Sites!</title><atom:summary type='text'>This is just plumb wicked! Can you imagine pulling up along side of one of those really, really super fast 'I-got-a-little-weenie' cars and nodding to the tupe in control with one of those 'hey-you-wanna’-race' kind of  faces and then he looks at you like you’re a little nutty but you nod back with a 'I am not' look and he laughs the 'you fool' laugh and then you push the 'go fast' button and </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-sites_27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115394595441976935</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2006 20:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-26T14:24:58.880-07:00</atom:updated><title>the music of the week...</title><atom:summary type='text'>I’ve concluded that 70’s groove-tunes have made their back into the world of now. The shu-ka-took-a-took-a-schook rolls out like dy-no-mite and hypnotizes my soul. I imagine steppin’ down the streets of Harlem as some jive-turkey says “What it is my brother?”

I’m hip private eye John Shaft baby and I reply “What it be?” The lights brighten a corner telephone booth as I ring chick number two. “</atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/music-of-week_26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115389479971023883</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Jul 2006 06:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-25T23:26:56.490-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Highway, Part One</title><atom:summary type='text'>Anger; it thrives for recess in fragilities sonata and the embodiment of fear. It is consuming, it destroys, and it is contagious. Creation dissipates in its own fermentation, leaving emotional bewilderment and exasperation as its paramour.

Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate and hate leads to suffering. I know the little force freak in Lucas’ septology generalizes this assertion as a path </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/highway-part-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115377316872597690</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2006 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-24T13:45:34.280-07:00</atom:updated><title>the Loof appears tonight</title><atom:summary type='text'>

What is a Loof? Well... I saw one today. As I left the juice joint from whence my lunch was taken (not Josie’s, that’d be kind of queer), there before me, flutter a tall, un-impressing Loof. I wonder how they exist from time to time but always arrive at the same answer; they must be here for a reason.

The Loof I saw today was nearly backed over by a car. I’m sure the driver was caught </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/loof-appears-tonight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115349968202079696</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-21T10:15:19.846-07:00</atom:updated><title>... to suck on a fag?</title><atom:summary type='text'>I began life as an embedded sports addict; basketball, baseball, soccer, gymnastics, cycling and the lot. I always wanted to play football but I was a scrawny little waif and the folks declined, so football after school with the neighborhood folk, sans padding and head gear was just fine. Go figure.

Although theaters intervention removed all scholastic sport involvement by my junior year, I </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/to-suck-on-fag.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115344668361642792</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Jul 2006 01:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-20T19:03:06.450-07:00</atom:updated><title>Post Received - Post Overdue</title><atom:summary type='text'>On March 15th I wrote a piece about gum. I forget the actual day now, but it was a week or two later when a package arrived in the post. It rattled a bit and was wrapped like a jimmy cap, left in the dryer; left rear pocket, 501’s.

I opened it; half expecting something trash worthy and half anticipation. Holly Moses! There before me lay the makings of chew-fest ’06 with a few add-ons. Let me </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/post-received-post-overdue.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115340650644851045</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-20T08:59:06.416-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Sites!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I don’t want to promote malicious behavior... that being said, it’s rather fun to send someone an anonymous email with a silly little picture attached. What’s even funnier is when you send someone an anonymous email with an extremely scandalous picture attached and then write...
Dear Bill,I thought that you would find this really funny because somebody told me that a picture is worth a thousand </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-sites_20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115337280745898516</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-20T07:18:12.680-07:00</atom:updated><title>Oh My Christ!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I live in an apartment that faces a quiet, modest courtyard. Window open, faint echoes from a fountain may be heard above the tranquility of evening dusk as they reveal through the parapets clam. Trees shutter in slight with the occasional squirrel, shrubbery brings the absence of structure and flowers lighten the way.

Every so often, the sound of children playing weaves into the silence with </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-my-christ.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115332802347241516</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2006 16:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-19T22:58:09.470-07:00</atom:updated><title>the music of the week...</title><atom:summary type='text'>In 1984 I was a regular at Tower Records with cash in hand and a desire for vinyl; not that kind of vinyl. That desire didn’t come to light until sometime around 1989 but that’s a different story. I was in constant search for new and exciting music to spin on the Garrard 2000.

A local college radio station played a spankin' new tune one day and boom! Off I went to Tower. The Icicle Works were </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/music-of-week_19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115327673772508020</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2006 02:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-19T23:03:23.326-07:00</atom:updated><title>LOL</title><atom:summary type='text'>
Laugh Out Loud. How many times do we actually laugh out loud? How many times do you laugh out loud? I smile fairly often with a sly, sort of mischievous look. I have the rush of air through the nose reaction quite a bit, accompanied by a visible rumbley in my tumbley.  I even chuckle from time to time with an occasional snort, but loudly laugh – please!

Most of the time I find life rather </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/lol.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115323823560116665</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Jul 2006 15:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-18T09:03:03.353-07:00</atom:updated><title>dys-punctuated</title><atom:summary type='text'>entitlement (en•ti•tle•ment): belief that one is deserving of or entitled to certain privileges. I swear to the holy heavens that Los Angeles has the largest concentration of entitled people this side of Eden. I have held the door for more women than I can count who do not even bother to acknowledge the fact that the door was held open and I’m not going to just limit it to women because the men </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/dys-punctuated.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115307821695013982</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 19:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-16T18:14:58.366-07:00</atom:updated><title>What Happened to Brylcreem?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Hair cuts. Sitting and waiting and hoping that this one will be suitable because you’re a tight-wad, chic-less or just plumb poor as shit and pay as little as possible at the discount clippery. I fit into two of these categories and one of them is the latter. I’m sure arguments can be made for the remaining two but I’ve already copped to one and that’s enough honesty for the day.

I do know this;</atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-happened-to-brylcreem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115302626306784633</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Jul 2006 04:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-16T09:40:12.890-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Selix Matter</title><atom:summary type='text'>
I returned an item of which I borrowed for about 20 years, earlier this year. I left him exactly where his journey began, with this note attached...

Dear Selix,

Getting kidnapped was not really one of those items I had scribbled down on my list of things to do back in 1986. I’d pretty much focused on getting my stripe on with some brilliantly streaked mare; primarily a plains mare with those </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/selix-matter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115282412193171841</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 20:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-13T14:07:05.300-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Sites!</title><atom:summary type='text'>I’ve played Tetris. I’ve even played Sex Tetris. I can’t say I’m all that brilliant at either, but I can say that I rock in the most excellent of ways with this one. Mad-Skillz-Baby... mad skillz.</atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-sites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115280209639783599</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Jul 2006 14:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-13T08:54:56.310-07:00</atom:updated><title>Maid of Orléans</title><atom:summary type='text'>
I’m trying to regain a little bit of that creativity bug… I got together with my friend Richard this past weekend and we cranked out what might be one to hold on to… I’ll have to say that his little guitar riff is rather impressive. My singing, on the other hand, is... a...


Maid of Orléans

Softly drawn to her I’ve been,
for she’s the Maid of Orléans.
... and the wind is fair
... as it drifts </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/maid-of-orlans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115272553704669776</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Jul 2006 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-12T10:59:31.483-07:00</atom:updated><title>the music of the week...</title><atom:summary type='text'>The Patrick &amp; Eugene album Postcard from Summerisle is interesting to say the least. If you’re a fan of ‘The Birds and the Bees’ song in the Volkswagen Rabbit Commercial, then this is worth a listen, but don’t hope for more of the same.

I’ll classify this as ‘background music to circus porn’ and pretty much leave it at that; but hey, I really dig the Birds and the Bees...

</atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/music-of-week_12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115211994891151178</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jul 2006 17:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-12T10:58:04.350-07:00</atom:updated><title>the music of the week...</title><atom:summary type='text'>I saw this commercial for Cerveza Quilmes. I’d not heard the song before and thus found myself on a search for the artist. It took a while, but I finally arrived at the Aberfeldy site. If you like simple, slightly corny but fun music, I definitely recommend this album.

My favorite tracks; ‘Summer's Gone’ and ‘Heliopolis By Night’. What can I say, I’m a sucker for this kind of music.

I’m not </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/07/music-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115101273075236418</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jun 2006 21:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-05T10:41:58.846-07:00</atom:updated><title>New Sites!</title><atom:summary type='text'>My son digs this site... need to waste some time? Give it a go!</atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-sites.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115090963050742086</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2006 17:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-21T16:16:38.273-07:00</atom:updated><title>the music of the week...</title><atom:summary type='text'>The Lemon Jelly release 'lemonjelly.ky' is downtempo groove at its finest. My groove is mellow and smooth with these tracks as they come highly recommended...
</atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/06/music-of-week_21.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537431.post-115077101799653098</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 02:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-06-21T15:38:33.590-07:00</atom:updated><title>the Boys</title><atom:summary type='text'>I want to get back into the lyrical groove yet impaled am I, a feverous thistle from whence blooms did throw. I can feel it in shallow wells as though t’ were mind of elations captain gone mad and I am of no power to allay.

So I ponder and poke at the cascading thoughts held deep the wearied walls and think of the boys; my son Cody, my ‘just like a son’ Ian and the Uncle Doug. The pictures are </atom:summary><link>http://maeandersapere.blogspot.com/2006/06/boys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Harmon J. Sedgwick)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>