<?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-6378259</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 00:57:22 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Purloined Letter</title><description>Personal Blatherings in Plain View</description><link>http://renice.com/blog/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-1929442807892585459</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Aug 2009 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-07T16:40:12.844-07:00</atom:updated><title>Grim Greetings of Birth</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today I celebrate inCuBaTion termiNation.  EXCERPT ONE: File under motherhoodStage: collegeLifeShe calls. "Times Square Ollie's. Meet me at eight." I take the A down. She takes the G up.She arrives. White wife-beater obscuring black-lace oyster shells, black satin straps bared on pale shoulders. A Guido's gleaming translucence washing over the submerged silhouette of fashion's Rebellious Set.A </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2009/08/grim-greetings-of-birth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-4429019099286034626</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Aug 2008 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-17T15:30:17.229-07:00</atom:updated><title>Asperger's Folly</title><atom:summary type='text'>StarDate EarthSolarSystem: 08.10.2008 70% heading up to full. {gift(styleHobbit):[CJW]}Mark all references with styleIntegrity[infringementProtected according to styleGuide]. Enter at own risk.DRAFT: Note audience, and get me yours! [Union cards, please.]Tribunal Declarations: Ron Paul: stepUp to Indie plate; announce queenBitch as running mate.Simon Baron-Cohen: eatHeartOUT; present Oxford </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2008/08/aspergers-folly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-1063868948562379682</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Feb 2008 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-15T14:09:22.649-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Day-After Consolation Prize</title><atom:summary type='text'>For all those who weren't quite up to Valentine's, a certain maggid's favorite coffee treat of the moment:Spiced Mocha4 oz. strong black coffee1 oz. coconut milk (without sulfites)4 oz. unsweetened soymilk (we prefer Silk)8-9 chocolate chips (Ghirardelli's 60% bittersweet preferred)1/2 tsp. powdered cinnamon1/2 tsp. powdered cardamom1/4 tsp. powdered nutmeg1/4 tsp. powdered clove1 tsp. powdered </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2008/02/day-after-consolation-prize.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-1441344403481351518</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Jan 2008 02:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-25T17:57:22.276-07:00</atom:updated><title>Declaration of War</title><atom:summary type='text'>Classified, from Hell:Spotter ISO crackerjack legal team. Target: Discrimination. Mark: Solvent. Please respond ASAP: 217-891-3592. No Joke. Dead serious, re $$$.I am in Hell, the one you create for me and mine from your exalted dais. Recklessly, you find me guilty of confidence, but your demeanor is your own condemnation.Fools all who raise hackles in response to misperceived challenge — a </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2008/01/declaration-of-war.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-6028532279175360661</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jan 2008 06:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-24T16:23:32.718-08:00</atom:updated><title>Send Lawyers, Guns, and Money*</title><atom:summary type='text'>Seriously. I'm in Hell. And I'm taking the best deal out.An Open Letter to Reverend Axel GehrmannMr. Gehrmann:Thank you for taking time to telephone me on January 22, 2008 at 1:01pm CST. In follow-up, I would like to reconfirm my response to your appalling suggestion that I refrain from using sign language during a worship service. I am deeply offended by your intolerance.My religious training </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2008/01/send-lawyers-guns-and-money.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-7904473961574511787</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Jan 2008 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-25T16:42:53.529-08:00</atom:updated><title>Road Signs for Hell</title><atom:summary type='text'>I am 'blind'. That's what the hymn says, and now I know why. My senses were calibrated for this manifestation of reality... for one godDamnedReason apparently beyond the arms of confusion. Without any qualms or shadows of Doubt (with capD for dimWit), I know I have seen what others cannot.My Host has been amplifying radialFREErenice for a fewSelect. Can't you just see my Commanding Officer </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2008/01/road-signs-for-hell.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-7971973574362287091</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 14:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-01T08:09:12.477-07:00</atom:updated><title>An Autobiographical Sketch in 3 Parts</title><atom:summary type='text'>Before I explain some of the games embedded in my experiment on Twitter, I should explain more about my belief system, so the dilemma I'm wrestling with might make more sense to readers who don't think like I do. (If you think like I do, you've been laughing along with me, and of course 'we' want to share the joke with 'them', because, yeah, we're like that. [Although, we have to keep reminding </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2007/06/autobiographical-sketch-in-3-parts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-6823143499083340202</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 14:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-26T05:48:53.251-07:00</atom:updated><title>4 of Four</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sorry, didn't mean to leave you... you know. I've been experimenting with... twitter.com {thanks:iffy}. It's great when I'm feeling a little 'out of sync'. Answers from the last exercise: [believers | seekers]{math-types | art-types}(science-types | religious-types)If necessary(?), re-adjust your picture of the main character, Ginnie from [Excerpt 1]: She's a neophyte birdlike creature with </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2007/04/4-of-four.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-5566911452610799142</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Mar 2007 12:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-21T07:04:39.946-07:00</atom:updated><title>Thinking Style</title><atom:summary type='text'>If you read my last post, you either chose to collaborate in the conceptual art I'm creating, or you chose to observe. You can collaborate by trying to imagine the conceptual picture I'm trying to 'paint', and by trying to discover how the picture you're seeing is [different from / same as] the picture I'm seeing.EXERCISEWhat was your first impression of the previous excerpt from the scifi novel </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2007/03/thinking-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-8593449036845754508</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Feb 2007 17:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-22T20:13:31.635-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Mysteries of Revelation</title><atom:summary type='text'>Setting: A point beyond the next [recursion / cataclysmic climate change (i.e., geological/evolutionary era) / apocalypse (i.e., a point in the next Millennium)].THE EXCERPTGinnie has begun to cycle. As she moves between her assigned tanks, she starts to sync with orbital cycles. She begins to catch glimpses of the nature of the universe. She begins to synthesize information as if weaving a </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2007/02/mysteries-of-revelation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-7185628853722301212</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 23:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-21T18:56:13.438-08:00</atom:updated><title>Enter Here</title><atom:summary type='text'>I have been thinking about recursion a lot lately.  Recursion in 4 dimensions as a model for the way the universe works. To give my ideas form, as well as to actually explore the way the universe works, I decided to write science fiction. As a kid I recognized that, at its best, scifi is a synthetic environment for understanding the human species. If carefully constructed, an imagined world is a </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2007/02/enter-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-8502958706289889735</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 23:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-14T16:20:01.367-08:00</atom:updated><title>Workstation Mod</title><atom:summary type='text'>For anyone wondering why I haven't gotten back to them: sorry. I've become a little obsessed with some writing projects.I do a lot of pacing while I write, so I'm actually standing up while I type this. I had to reconfigure the dining-room 'workstation' in order to comfortably stand and type, so voilà! I give you the Swampland Desk Extenders™: I say 'swampland' because I'm using an old drainage </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2007/01/workstation-mod.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-8689443409241713211</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Jan 2007 20:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-14T14:55:19.148-08:00</atom:updated><title>Why I Love Wikipedia</title><atom:summary type='text'>In between other projects, I've been constructing a blog post explaining all the reasons why I love Wikipedia. Today, instead of explaining why, I can point to an illustration of why. See the Oxytocin connection thread on the Asperger Syndrome talk page.The ramifications to endocrinology, societal structure, gender politics, education, etc. explode. For example, this is also an illustration of </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2007/01/why-i-love-wikipedia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-116619514828684945</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Dec 2006 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-17T09:39:01.420-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Santa Mask</title><atom:summary type='text'>I made my first post to Illustration Friday, finally. A behemoth Thank You to Julie for sharing her enthusiasm! Since Julie first passed the link on to me, I've thought about each of the Illo Friday topics and worked out the images I would do if something else wasn't pressing. Last Friday, when the topic Mask was announced, I was stumped. Then I remembered something that had made me absurdly </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2006/12/santa-mask.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-115825314873685539</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Sep 2006 16:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-04T10:46:08.753-08:00</atom:updated><title>Photoshop Fun</title><atom:summary type='text'>UPDATE 4 Dec 2006: Michael's kitchen after-photosLast Saturday night, while my dearheart and his buddies watched Schaumberg strippers doing unspeakable things to each other on stage (grrrr), I enjoyed perfectly seasoned pork tenderloin, grilled asparagus and red peppers, a nicely matched pinot noir, and, of course, delightful company.Among other things, Boudreau, Dave-the-Pharmacist, and I </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2006/09/photoshop-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-115713586634052573</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2006 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-02T06:22:10.093-07:00</atom:updated><title>This Is Not a Short Story</title><atom:summary type='text'>For all the people who find this blog while searching for essays and Cliff Notes (Cliff Notes?! for a 7,046-word story?) on Edgar Allan Poe's short story "The Purloined Letter", I have added a link on the left just for you. (By the way, my first post briefly explains why I named this blog after Poe's story.)The link Regarding Edgar Allan Poe's "The Purloined Letter" will take you to links about </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2006/09/this-is-not-short-story.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-115332094158282598</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jul 2006 13:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-19T10:38:52.650-07:00</atom:updated><title>Deciphering the Circus</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sammy and ZZ's puppy play-fighting reminds me so much of the kayfabe of professional wrestling. So, I decided I needed to incorporate some appropriate jargon in my captions of a series of photos posted on my so-called moblog (see Wrestlemania 1, 2, and 3). Since I've probably watched pro wrestling for a grand total of 80 seconds, I had to rely on Wikipedia's compendium of wrestling slang. The </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2006/07/deciphering-circus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-114201662781975029</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Mar 2006 18:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-03-10T10:55:12.353-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bad Omens</title><atom:summary type='text'>The Nigerian government is busy trying to prevent riots during a solar eclipse later this month, since some there see an eclipse "as a bad omen, [or] attribute it to man's iniquities and indiscretion" (from allAfrica.com).Gee, what American religious leader bozo does that sound like?Just a small reminder that We the People must be diligent in supporting science education, and categorically reject</atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2006/03/bad-omens.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-114091373409653108</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Feb 2006 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-25T16:28:54.166-08:00</atom:updated><title>Foundations of Embarrassment</title><atom:summary type='text'>I saw a new doctor yesterday. It was a good visit in important ways: He spoke with me as an intelligent peer. He seemed like someone I would enjoy in social settings (although his pink Ralph Lauren oxford reminded me of the pink oxfords my first husband had collected at prep school – which I summarily dispatched from his closet even while I questioned my own inexplicable bigotry).He seemed </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2006/02/foundations-of-embarrassment.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-113880915200242433</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2006 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-02-01T07:54:01.536-08:00</atom:updated><title>;-)</title><atom:summary type='text'>Happy birthdayto the Old Man who pushes my buttons.</atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2006/02/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-113642161209663144</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-05T09:10:57.480-08:00</atom:updated><title>McBSE</title><atom:summary type='text'>You know we're in trouble when McDonalds is lobbying the FDA in the interest of consumers.According to an AP report (see Group: U.S. Not Protected Against Mad Cow), 2 corporations and 7 individuals joined together to call for stronger safeguards against Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy. McDonalds wants our risk of exposure down to zero, while the American Meat Institute is comfortable with </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2006/01/mcbse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-113509239470938409</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Dec 2005 15:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-09-14T05:29:48.783-07:00</atom:updated><title>Time for Retrospectives</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's been nearly a year since I first wrote about little Karl Nilson, and how his survival from the flood-like waters of the Southeast Asian tsunami reminded me of my father's survival from a 1936 flood (see my entries Selective Perceptions, Undesirable Baggage, Mystic Mischief, and Of Biblical Proportions). Since then, this blog has been visited every week by people searching for news of what </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2005/12/time-for-retrospectives.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-112922639046684413</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Oct 2005 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-18T10:04:59.116-08:00</atom:updated><title>Tup'erware*</title><atom:summary type='text'>I went to a sex toy party last night. Oh my, I don't even know where to start. So many ironic juxtapositions! First, there was the disturbing flashback to my mother's Tupperware parties in the early 1960s – kaffeeklatsches of young housewives giggling over 'burping' plastic lids. I watched my mother and her neighbors with a bit of panic: Is this what growing up is about? "Oh God," I thought at 8,</atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2005/10/tuperware.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-112681888397920153</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2005 20:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-09-15T14:21:46.473-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Think I May Need... A Little Imagination</title><atom:summary type='text'>If you haven't seen The Girl in the Café, do. I thought it was a wonderful little fairytale along the same lines as Lennon's song Imagine – that is until I saw this Reuters news photo. The fact that the 'leader of the free world' has to ask his Secretary of State if it's possible to take a bathroom break somehow makes the naiveté of the movie's character Gina so much less fantastical.On a </atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2005/09/i-think-i-may-need-little-imagination.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6378259.post-112067331943580786</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Jul 2005 17:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-07-06T11:08:39.446-07:00</atom:updated><title>Heard It Here First</title><atom:summary type='text'>With deep-felt thanks to dear friends who patiently listened these past few months while I sorted out career options, I have resigned from CITES Departmental Services at the University of Illinois to pursue projects I hope will be more personally rewarding.Woo hoo!</atom:summary><link>http://renice.com/blog/2005/07/heard-it-here-first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Renice)</author></item></channel></rss>