<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:25:49.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKE ME TO CONEY ISLAND</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>226</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-7576224420461431624</id><published>2009-02-16T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:54:25.828-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>							</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/7576224420461431624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/7576224420461431624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-1151122161941125225</id><published>2008-08-16T21:25:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:51:23.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overload (Net Art Submissions)</title><summary type='text'>Courtesy John StidhamI am curating a Virtual Art show at A.T.H.I.C.A (Athens Institute for Contemporary Art).  The show addresses the use of a Web page as a work of art, rather than a place for jpgs of paintings.  These are the submission guidelines..."The Web site (when considered with painting, drawing, and sculpture) is a precise tool. The viewer's incontrovertible submission to the work makes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/1151122161941125225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/1151122161941125225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2008/08/overload-net-art-submissions.html' title='Overload (Net Art Submissions)'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-4028742645888977912</id><published>2008-06-13T20:03:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T10:39:00.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasy Golf</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while since I blogged regularly, so some things have changed.  I started a new blog this weekend.  It is by far the best blog I have ever made.  It's fantasy golf league.  You pick five golfers.  Points are determined simply by the amount of money your golfers win.  If you have the most money at the end of the segment, then the other fantasy-ers split the cost of a box of your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/4028742645888977912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/4028742645888977912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2008/06/fantasy-golf.html' title='Fantasy Golf'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-2892279030515267599</id><published>2008-06-13T08:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:01:54.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><summary type='text'>You should go to A House Falling into the Sea and watch the 60 minutes video about the Doomsday vault.  It is freaking incredible!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/2892279030515267599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/2892279030515267599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2008/06/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-2262729249534809066</id><published>2008-05-30T21:43:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T04:40:48.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Uga's to Aggies</title><summary type='text'>Well, we are on our way to College Station.  I have accepted a position as an Assistant professor at Texas A&amp;M University in the Department of Visualization.  I'll begin teaching in the Fall.  This is an incredible opportunity to work in a department committed to being at the forefront of Technology (and for that matter Science).  It's funny, it seems as though the cycle never ends.  Graduating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/2262729249534809066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/2262729249534809066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2008/05/from-ugas-to-aggies.html' title='From Uga&apos;s to Aggies'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SEDDjpsQmSI/AAAAAAAAACg/78vNshzK3Yc/s72-c/A%26M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-3491435533115041193</id><published>2008-05-05T10:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:46:31.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JOHN POWERS</title><summary type='text'>The John Powers of John-Powers.com has just been awarded the Joan Mitchell Foundation MFA Award!  This is an incredible achievement and is certainly well deserved.  John is a sculptor from the University of Georgia and is on his way to the University of Alabama Birmingham to teach sculpture, 3D Design and probably some digital stuff as well.  He is an incredible artist, an incredible teacher and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/3491435533115041193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/3491435533115041193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2008/05/john-powers.html' title='JOHN POWERS'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-3903946488946608345</id><published>2007-12-22T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:32:12.917-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape to New York</title><summary type='text'>This is the single most wonderful thing anyone has ever written about me... and if you don't already check into Escape to New York regularly, you should start.  Jen and Hooper both have MFA's in Painting and have moved to New York to brave the world of contemporary Art.  Check it out..."Why Are You So Cool"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/3903946488946608345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/3903946488946608345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2007/12/escape-to-new-york.html' title='Escape to New York'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-3700491573097953892</id><published>2007-12-13T10:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T15:56:37.615-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girls...</title><summary type='text'>The catalog from my show at Mercury Art Works is ready!The Girls of Delta Zeta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/3700491573097953892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/3700491573097953892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2007/12/girls.html' title='The Girls...'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2254/1935387405_cd7e82c9eb_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-4147046218754731296</id><published>2007-11-30T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T23:05:23.219-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Web Site</title><summary type='text'>I have finally published my new Web site, and I have also figured out how to update it relatively easily.  It can be found here...joshuabienko.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/4147046218754731296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/4147046218754731296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-web-site.html' title='New Web Site'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-65791538982865051</id><published>2007-08-19T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T12:49:13.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Girl</title><summary type='text'>For the full lowdown go here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/65791538982865051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/65791538982865051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1361/1154456517_b8b029f7dc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-2920156592291311759</id><published>2007-06-07T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:48:26.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The NutraSweetness of Victory</title><summary type='text'>The problem here is a Progressive one.  In a letter to the House of Representatives in 1951, General MacArthur wrote, "There is no substitute for victory."  With the election on the horizon and Bush's approval rating at an all time low and the Iraq war/Presidency/time in office proving to be an utter failure, it would seem that at the surface a cumulative Progressive "I told you so" would be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/2920156592291311759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/2920156592291311759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2007/06/nutrasweetness-of-victory.html' title='The NutraSweetness of Victory'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-507847935107628488</id><published>2007-05-29T13:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T13:09:38.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Changes</title><summary type='text'>You might notice some changes here at Coney Island.  New background, new links, new feel.  I'm writing to assure you that you Coney Island will still deliver the same lack of content it has always delivered and it will still be delivered in an inconsistent way in spurts and droughts.  This change is in conjunction with my new artist website joshuabienko.com.  I am completely remaking said site so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/507847935107628488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/507847935107628488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2007/05/some-changes.html' title='Some Changes'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-7857791381956199083</id><published>2007-04-25T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:11:40.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Launched!</title><summary type='text'>I have finally launched Joshuabienko.com!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/7857791381956199083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/7857791381956199083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2007/04/launched.html' title='Launched!'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-116227243733372357</id><published>2006-10-30T23:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T17:57:22.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fashion FauxPod's</title><summary type='text'>Check out my new project.  I haven't posted all of them yet.  There are more to come.fashion fauxPod</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/116227243733372357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/116227243733372357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/10/fashion-fauxpods.html' title='Fashion FauxPod&apos;s'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-115953923517739467</id><published>2006-09-29T09:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T14:37:24.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art!</title><summary type='text'>I have updated my other blog with some of the work I've been doing lately.  Be sure to click on the side bar link for the full page pic.  This is a picture from my first solo (collaborative) show.Click the picture link.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115953923517739467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115953923517739467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/09/art.html' title='Art!'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-115379244266092232</id><published>2006-07-24T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:06:06.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blogs</title><summary type='text'>I have a few new blogs that I want to link to.  I'll be updating the first one more than the rest.  It is simply a place for me to post my artwork.Joshua BienkoThe next is a site I'll update every month or so.  It is a site dedicated to portraits I'll be doing of people throughout the year using a Camera Lucida.  A very good friend of mine, Hooper Turner will also be contributing drawings.  He is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115379244266092232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115379244266092232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-blogs.html' title='New Blogs'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-115366642889639836</id><published>2006-07-23T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:00:30.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Preview</title><summary type='text'>Surprise, surprise, Tiger is winning.  He knows how to finish and no one can hit the ball as high as he can.  His chances look very good.Guys, I was wrong about...Els and Dimarco.  These are two dangerous golfers to have around on the last day of a tournament.  Both of them know how to finish.  Els looks very solid early.  Dimarco looks like he has a fat butt and an ugly swing.  He started off a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115366642889639836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115366642889639836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-preview.html' title='Sunday Preview'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-115172846521247912</id><published>2006-06-30T22:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T11:10:17.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>British Open Preview</title><summary type='text'>Phil blew it at the US Open.  He's having a great year and he seems more focused than ever to win majors.  The US Open was one he wanted very badly.  He and his staff have already been to the course where the British Open will be played.  I think he wants to win this tournament to answer his critics and his fans.  Rare that Tiger isn't the first paragraph but he didn't even make the cut at the US</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115172846521247912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115172846521247912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/06/british-open-preview.html' title='British Open Preview'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-115030253359537953</id><published>2006-06-14T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:17:30.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Year Old Palestinian Huda Ghaliya</title><summary type='text'>Here is the picture of Huda Ghaliya.  While picnicing on the beach, her family was slaughtered two days ago by "stray" Isreali bullets.  She is crying over her father's dead body screaming, "Please do not leave me alone!"  Overnight, she has become the icon of the palestinian struggle.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115030253359537953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/115030253359537953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/06/eleven-year-old-palestinian-huda.html' title='Eleven Year Old Palestinian Huda Ghaliya'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-114961252154072802</id><published>2006-06-06T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T11:51:19.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tableau Vivant</title><summary type='text'>Wanna see some great drawings???  Check out these.  Who is this Tableau Vivant?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/114961252154072802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/114961252154072802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/06/tableau-vivant.html' title='Tableau Vivant'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-114808183222297938</id><published>2006-05-19T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:37:10.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob Dylan, Sam Malone and Me</title><summary type='text'>I just found this old news article from a 2001 Buffalo paper titled, "There's No Business Like Snow Business."  It says this...Meanwhile, on Virginia Place, the storm left two different impressions at neighboring restaurants.At Fat Bob's, bartender Josh Bienko was still smiling away as he worked at 2:30 Tuesday morning."We're slamming in here," he said with a Bob Dylan song playing in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/114808183222297938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/114808183222297938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/05/bob-dylan-sam-malone-and-me.html' title='Bob Dylan, Sam Malone and Me'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-114136086422594236</id><published>2006-03-02T22:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T22:50:55.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Work</title><summary type='text'>So last week, MaryJo was driving me to school.  Suddenly she screamed, "Oh My Gosh!  Look!"  On the cover of the Flagpole (Athens event announcement magazine type thing) was the painting I did of MaryJo.  It was kind of shocking really because I hadn't applied to be on the cover nor did they notify me.  We pulled over and grabbed a bunch.  It was a cool way to start the day.  Larger PicAnyhow, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/114136086422594236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/114136086422594236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-work.html' title='New Work'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-113855266768164344</id><published>2006-01-29T09:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:07:48.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unbearable Sadness of the Dystopic Dylan</title><summary type='text'>It's kind of funny really.  I'm sitting in my art studio with artsy clothes on, doing artsy things listening to Dylan on the old cd player.  The only thing missing is a beret.Dylan croons..."Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannon balls flyBefore they’re forever banned?...Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knowsThat too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113855266768164344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113855266768164344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/unbearable-sadness-of-dystopic-dylan.html' title='The Unbearable Sadness of the Dystopic Dylan'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-113785220374151762</id><published>2006-01-21T07:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T08:03:23.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Phylotaxis</title><summary type='text'>This has got to be the coolest news aggregator around.  From the "about" page:Phylotaxis is an exploration of the space where science meets culture. Its structure, derived from the Fibonacci Sequence and closely related to the Golden Ratio, is one of nature's most elegant. The Fibonacci Sequence is the set of numbers where each number is the sum of the previous two numbers. This simple sequence </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113785220374151762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113785220374151762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/phylotaxis.html' title='Phylotaxis'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-113651433041608379</id><published>2006-01-05T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T20:47:25.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes-Ped</title><summary type='text'>It's back.  And in good time.  I went to the Moped place yesterday and asked them how long it would take to order a new one.  They said about a week and I went home to see if I could find a less expensive one online.  Nothing came of it.  Then this morning I get a call from a sheriff in Washington GA ("There's two of us here named Dale Hickerson so you can just call me Bud.  We ain't even related</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113651433041608379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113651433041608379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2006/01/yes-ped.html' title='Yes-Ped'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-113529377603482612</id><published>2005-12-22T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T17:23:25.693-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Read</title><summary type='text'>If you have a pedantic bone in your body, I highly suggest you read Kotsko's post Getting Off On Knowledge.  It might look long but I can assure you it is well worth the read.  (Gorss, I thought you might enjoy it especially)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113529377603482612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113529377603482612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-read.html' title='Well Read'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-113496245866679330</id><published>2005-12-18T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T22:16:36.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawings</title><summary type='text'>I keep promising to post some of what I'm working on at school and for some reason I haven't.Larger PictureThis is a series I'm working on right now.  Two of the three drawings are shown here (Allusion and Illusion).  The third of the series (titled Elusion) is in progress.  It is a drawing of a Giraffe whose head has been cropped by the paper.  In each, the lured is frozen by the lure.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113496245866679330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113496245866679330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/12/drawings.html' title='Drawings'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-113280419394878553</id><published>2005-11-23T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T21:49:53.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy Burroughs Wishes</title><summary type='text'>   Happy Thanksgiving from Billy Burroughs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113280419394878553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113280419394878553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/11/billy-burroughs-wishes.html' title='Billy Burroughs Wishes'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-113192930184889176</id><published>2005-11-13T18:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T17:28:30.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Like It! &amp; Had Been Had</title><summary type='text'>Cool image.Oh and if you ever sell your car and you get a strange e-mail about how you should consider your car sold because some "client is going to send you a cashiers check for $15,000 and you will refund the remainder of the money via Western Union," it's a scam.  MaryJo and I were completely prepared to sell our car until we got two seperate e-mails about a guy who is buying the car for his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113192930184889176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113192930184889176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-like-it-had-been-had.html' title='I Like It! &amp; Had Been Had'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-113150713478611521</id><published>2005-11-08T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T21:57:47.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boooooring!</title><summary type='text'>This is a working introduction to a lecture I'd like to give at the University of Georgia, which calls into question the means academics use to communicate ideas.  I'd like to deliver this speech with a sweater tied at the sleeves and thrown over my shoulders.  Hello and thank you for that warm welcome.  Before I get into my lecture on the Paradigmatic Shift of Painterly Positions in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113150713478611521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113150713478611521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/11/boooooring.html' title='Boooooring!'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-113133997263040444</id><published>2005-11-06T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:07:05.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>27</title><summary type='text'>Today was my 27th birthday.  27 is a little weird.   It seems like these days I tell people I'm twenty-seven and they say, "Yeah, that's about right," but when I was 23 &amp; 24 people would say, "oh, you're just a baby, you're so young!"Georgia weather is gorgeous.  People keep telling me, "you'll miss the snow before you know it."  I tell them I will not.  I mean, have you ever been to Buffalo?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113133997263040444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/113133997263040444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/11/27.html' title='27'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112812726934177908</id><published>2005-09-30T18:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T22:58:31.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abigail Marie Lee</title><summary type='text'>I would like to congratulate Jason and Emily Lee on the birth of their beautiful baby girl, Abigail Marie Lee born on Monday, September 26 2005.  For pics and the birth story visit Abigail Marie Lee.  It seems hard to believe babies were ever that small.  They grow faster than anyone can warn.Remember a while back when I posted that poem a friend of mine wrote.  I can't find it but I know I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112812726934177908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112812726934177908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/09/abigail-marie-lee.html' title='Abigail Marie Lee'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112800500473634587</id><published>2005-09-29T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:47:49.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A new paradigm in paradigm shifts</title><summary type='text'>I realize this is generally a blog about art and Land Rovers and other useless crap, but Cap’n Pete has (perhaps mistakenly) left me with posting powers and I want to talk about something really important: Hard AI.This may sound like a section of the adult video store, but in fact it is a vaguely scientific term for artificial intelligence at the human level, as opposed to the machine level.     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112800500473634587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112800500473634587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-paradigm-in-paradigm-shifts.html' title='A new paradigm in paradigm shifts'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112787140445555105</id><published>2005-09-27T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T20:36:44.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photography</title><summary type='text'>Is photography an artform?  I mean really?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112787140445555105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112787140445555105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/09/photography.html' title='Photography'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112758862820149597</id><published>2005-09-24T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:51:05.710-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Land Rover Pics</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112758862820149597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112758862820149597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/09/land-rover-pics.html' title='Land Rover Pics'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112640598181292544</id><published>2005-09-10T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T23:57:25.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardly Davidson</title><summary type='text'>Georgia Bulldawgs.  We won tonight.  We beat USC.  2 and 0.  I watched the game on ESPN.  When the cable people came to hook up our Internet we told them we didn't want cable TV.  We shot the shat with them for a few minutes.  I told then I loved to watch golf.  MaryJo said we don't need the distraction.  When they left they called MaryJo and said, "Tell your husband to put golf on…  Welcome to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112640598181292544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112640598181292544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/09/hardly-davidson.html' title='Hardly Davidson'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112562153099052779</id><published>2005-09-01T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T19:38:51.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Dogma</title><summary type='text'>Last week on a road trip to Chattanooga my wife and I ran into a couple of evangelists. They were traveling around the country to spread a message of hot dogma. They were driving one of the six Oscar Myer wiener mobiles. I have to admit, I was pretty excited to see them. They were at the gas station and one of them was filling up the wiener mobile with gas at the pump just opposite of mine. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112562153099052779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112562153099052779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/09/hot-dogma.html' title='Hot Dogma'/><author><name>Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10302007267352369393</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://righterscientifics.com/rob.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112485236373767962</id><published>2005-08-23T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:36:42.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 700 Club</title><summary type='text'>I remember hearing the 700 Club in the background while we readied ourselves for church on Sunday mornings.  Those were the good old days.  The days before I understood what an outrageous extremist this Pat Robertson ass is.  On my way home from school I heard a segment about Pat Robertson's new Christian strategy for peace on NPR.  What a perfect example of someone who has completely lost touch.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112485236373767962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112485236373767962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/08/700-club.html' title='The 700 Club'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112451466850887798</id><published>2005-08-20T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T00:12:46.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoa!</title><summary type='text'>What a blurr.  It was only two days of class and it was such a blurr.I think that they should charge Law students $700 for a notebook and all of the art supplies that you need to buy for college should be free.  Do you know that I bought a 35ml tube of Cerelean Blue today for $24.99!  That tube is about the actual size!  I don;t have any guarantee of job security when I leave here.Anyhow, things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112451466850887798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112451466850887798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/08/whoa.html' title='Whoa!'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112416813646543900</id><published>2005-08-15T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:55:36.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGA</title><summary type='text'>We're in Athens.  The apartment is painted, my studio walls and floor are painted and we are on the better half of being unpacked.  It's hot here and the VW as decided to stop kicking out AC.  This is unfortunate.  I'm close to being able to write again.  So far things are good.  More soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112416813646543900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112416813646543900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/08/uga.html' title='UGA'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112328524260367024</id><published>2005-08-05T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T21:52:46.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper J. at Three 1/2 Months</title><summary type='text'>  For those interested I have posted a few pictures of Harper at Harper J.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112328524260367024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112328524260367024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/08/harper-j-at-three-12-months.html' title='Harper J. at Three 1/2 Months'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112312734458018390</id><published>2005-08-03T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:49:04.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than an Oprah</title><summary type='text'>I just don't get it.  Why Oprah?  What's the big deal?  I don't find her particularly funny or kind or knowledgable or entertaining.  I mean, I just don't get it.  Why is she so powerful?  I've watched the show a handful of times.  I can't really remember any of the shows and I don't remember being glued to the television by any of the material. There are so many things that are better than Oprah</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112312734458018390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112312734458018390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/08/better-than-oprah.html' title='Better than an Oprah'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112303879453630779</id><published>2005-08-02T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T22:16:57.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Might As Well Skip This Post.</title><summary type='text'>I find the aesthetics of golf so attractive.  Here are my top five aesthetic choices...                    Titleist 690MBI would own these if they weren't so expensive.  They are also a little bit less forgiving than my Taylormade 360's.  As soon as I am consistently breaking forty, I'd like to buy these.Mizuno MP37Pretty similar to the Titleist's.  Wilson Staff forgedI'd like to try hitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112303879453630779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112303879453630779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-might-as-well-skip-this-post.html' title='You Might As Well Skip This Post.'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112295240467910060</id><published>2005-08-01T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:15:23.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bienko's: Part One</title><summary type='text'>When my father comes to visit me in Ithaca, he always calls me before hand and we discuss our plans for the visit.  It usually consists of scheduling a tee time, nailing down a hotel or sleeping arrangements, and talking about food. We both are more comfortable traveling when we have an idea of where we'll be staying, how we'll be spending our time, and what we'll be eating.So a typical phone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112295240467910060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112295240467910060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/08/bienkos-part-one.html' title='The Bienko&apos;s: Part One'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112226560179078178</id><published>2005-07-24T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T20:39:49.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Post About How Golf Is Like Life.  I'm Not That Cheesy.</title><summary type='text'>This is worth checking out. It happened.  It finally happened.  Months of patience, practice, swing changes, video taping, and magazine reading.   As a golfer, and an avid one at that, I have never scored lower than a forty.  I've scored higher than 50 (mayber even higher than 55) but never below forty.   So today, after shooting a 47 and a 50, I made a small swing change.  My arms had come loose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112226560179078178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112226560179078178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-post-about-how-golf-is-like-life.html' title='Not a Post About How Golf Is Like Life.  I&apos;m Not &lt;i&gt;That&lt;/i&gt; Cheesy.'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112122567658665161</id><published>2005-07-12T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T20:10:18.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving With Lime Juice and Fidel Castro</title><summary type='text'>I was reading about Cuba last night.  Fidel Castro, Che Guevara, Jose Marti the whole gang.  It's so poetic.  Fidel Castro pens his "History Will Absolve Me" speech from a prison cell in limejuice.  The limejuice acts as an invisible ink between the lines of letters written to family members.  Hundreds of thousands of copies are produced.  He loves his country. I've been listening to old editions</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112122567658665161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112122567658665161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/07/loving-with-lime-juice-and-fidel.html' title='Loving With Lime Juice and Fidel Castro'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112079327033663265</id><published>2005-07-07T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T22:27:50.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Famous</title><summary type='text'>Senor Kotsko of the Weblog posted this little ditty about my boy and the comments made me burst a button or two.  Having a child is so strange.  It doesn't necessarily feel all that different.  I feel compelled to tell people that I was married to my wife for a full year before we had a baby.  I think it's mostly my hair that makes me feel that people will assume I am irresponsible.  I don't know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112079327033663265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112079327033663265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/07/hes-famous.html' title='He&apos;s Famous'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112062473489624371</id><published>2005-07-05T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T23:41:14.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Fries</title><summary type='text'>Jared Sinclair and I are working on a project together.  So far, it will consist of a number of drawings of objects named "Freedom (whatever the object is)."  I bought projector paper but the the images from my computer do not stay on the paper.  It was 15 bucks.  The paper that is printer ready is like 60 bucks.  Eph that.  Click onto the link to add some input to Jared's comment section.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112062473489624371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112062473489624371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/07/freedom-fries.html' title='Freedom Fries'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112010474516368862</id><published>2005-06-29T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:32:13.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Goes Fast</title><summary type='text'>There are some new pictures of Harper at Bienkobaby.blogspot for those interested.FREEDOM TOWERI was thinking tonight that I should do maybe two hundred paintings of really mundane things.  Like a toothbrush, a fan, a condom, a cloud and a tree.  The titles of each painting would be...Freedom ToothbrushFreedom FanFreedom CondomFreedom CloudFreedom TreeThe troops in Iraq are fighting for our "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112010474516368862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112010474516368862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/06/it-goes-fast.html' title='It Goes Fast'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-112005520006615502</id><published>2005-06-29T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T09:26:40.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Johnny! Silly Johnny!</title><summary type='text'>I finally found it again--the best "This American Life" episode I've ever heard. Listen to it here. It's Act 1, which starts at about 4:45. If you're in a hurry, the best part is at 13:00. "You wouldn't even be a steward of Gondor."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112005520006615502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/112005520006615502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/06/silly-johnny-silly-johnny.html' title='Silly Johnny! Silly Johnny!'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111997005666929525</id><published>2005-06-28T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T17:06:04.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boogie woogie, woogie But you know it's there, Yeah here there everywhere</title><summary type='text'>I've been gone for a while.  Last week before we took off for Athens and Florida, my Mother in-law threw Harper a Baby Shower.  I don't think any of my Mother in-law's sisters wish to be called "Aunt."  I like them for this.  Even if they wanted to be called Aunt, it'd still probably be cool.  We asked for books from them because we really have more than we need as far a baby supplies go, plus we</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111997005666929525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111997005666929525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/06/boogie-woogie-woogie-but-you-know-its.html' title='Boogie woogie, woogie But you know it&apos;s there, Yeah here there everywhere'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111992704086111603</id><published>2005-06-27T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T21:52:32.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Days</title><summary type='text'>Check this out.  It's from the Wooster Collective site in my side bar.  The yellowish sheets are a graffiti project.  Drag your mouse on the picture.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111992704086111603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111992704086111603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/06/twenty-days.html' title='Twenty Days'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111824090876814280</id><published>2005-06-08T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T09:30:48.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle-try or Brad Pitt, Grunewald and Our Lady of Guadalupe Walk Into a Bar...</title><summary type='text'>I now have three incomplete drafts that remain unpublished.  Each post begins with something about how little time I feel I have because of our new child, but before I get more than three or four sentences into the post, my paternal gifts are needed.  I don't mean to complain.  Hangin with your kid trumps blogging, I just want to make it clear that I am completely aware that Coney Island stinks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111824090876814280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111824090876814280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/06/idle-try-or-brad-pitt-grunewald-and.html' title='Idle-try or Brad Pitt, Grunewald and Our Lady of Guadalupe Walk Into a Bar...'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111707484388439033</id><published>2005-05-25T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:34:20.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Harper</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine wrote a poem for Harper.  It's difficult to respond to a poem especially from such a gifted poet because the first thing you want to say is, "It's beautiful."  But “beautiful” is no word for a poet.  When I give people paintings they can say, "It's beautiful," or "it really looks like me," because I am a painter.  I don’t not work in words.  If, for instance people had to respond</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111707484388439033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111707484388439033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-harper.html' title='For Harper'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111707304401492353</id><published>2005-05-25T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:13:11.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be your bird</title><summary type='text'>I used to think it was A Tiny Mexican Divorce.  In a Portuguese Saloon, a fly is circling around the room.  I found out it was A Tidy Mexican Divorce.  This changed my mind.  I was going up stairs (I think).  In a town with mud walls fingerprinted by (what’s that sound?) my mother, a quick and Tidy Mexican Divorce has taken place.  I'm sure they walk in separate directions; perhaps they circle </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111707304401492353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111707304401492353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/05/ill-be-your-bird.html' title='I&apos;ll be your bird'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111664017982545637</id><published>2005-05-20T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T16:52:32.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Early Man Goes To Market"</title><summary type='text'>This is my idea.  I swear I came up with this while I was an undergrad.  I have drawings of them in my sketchbooks.  I wanted to go into galleries and hang fake artwork or hang my name and date and name of the piece of work next to things that already existed.  For instance, next to the Fire Extinguisher it would read..."Fire Extinguisher" Joshua Bienko 2005 Mixed Media On loan from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111664017982545637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111664017982545637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/05/early-man-goes-to-market.html' title='&quot;Early Man Goes To Market&quot;'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111613653627545764</id><published>2005-05-15T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T00:57:01.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Rob and Gorss</title><summary type='text'>The first page of a google search entitled "Father of Existentialism."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111613653627545764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111613653627545764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-rob-and-gorss.html' title='For Rob and Gorss'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111586572773222967</id><published>2005-05-11T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T21:42:07.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You should...</title><summary type='text'>go rent The Yes Men.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111586572773222967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111586572773222967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/05/you-should.html' title='You should...'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111491079585477807</id><published>2005-04-30T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T21:44:27.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sketches For a Universally Perfect Painting</title><summary type='text'>The idea is to give numbers a value based solely on their aesthetic make-up or visual value.  The numbers that take more ink to make would have higher values.  In a drawing they would appear darker.  For instance the number 8 is the darkest looking number and the number 1 the lightest. By filing in squares on graph paper to create numbers, the number 1 takes up the least amount of squares whereas</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111491079585477807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111491079585477807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/04/sketches-for-universally-perfect.html' title='Sketches For a Universally Perfect Painting'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111447000573759280</id><published>2005-04-25T17:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T18:00:05.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopscotch</title><summary type='text'>I would like to try to memorize this quote so that when people ask me why I like Corta'zar's Hopscotch so much I can just tell them... "Reading the book, one had the impression for a while that Morelli had hoped that the accumulation of fragments would quickly crystallize into a total reality. Without having to invent bridges, or sew up different pieces of the tapestry, behold suddenly a city, or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111447000573759280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111447000573759280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/04/hopscotch.html' title='Hopscotch'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111444666541760690</id><published>2005-04-25T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:32:13.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UGA</title><summary type='text'>UGA it is.  I just wrote one of the hardest letters I've ever had to write.  It was to UB telling them that ten days after I have accepted their offer, I am now unaccepting their offer.  Yikes.  Definitely good to start your graduate career by burning bridges.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111444666541760690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111444666541760690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/04/uga.html' title='UGA'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111421469023439017</id><published>2005-04-22T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T08:35:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyway</title><summary type='text'>So on the 14th of April I was all, "which school am I going to go to?"  UB needed to know where I was going by the 15th and UGA would know if they could offer me a tuition waiver and an assistantship on the15th.  Then on the 15th UGA calls and says, “Can you buy us another day,” so I call UB and say, "Hey UB, can I have another day?"  They say sure but we're awesome.  I talked to the chair of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111421469023439017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111421469023439017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/04/anyway.html' title='Anyway'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111395811429238345</id><published>2005-04-19T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T11:06:39.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harper J. Bienko</title><summary type='text'>Now we have the full story with some more pictures.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111395811429238345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111395811429238345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/04/harper-j-bienko.html' title='Harper J. Bienko'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111387821152916960</id><published>2005-04-18T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T21:36:51.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!</title><summary type='text'>I hope I'm not contravening any codes of blogging ethics, but I want to use my long-dormant powers as guest blogger to announce some wonderful news: Cap'n Pete is now the proud father of a mini Pete. I'm sure he will recount all of the harrowing details later, when he finds a moment between diaper changes to sit down at the computer (good luck with all of that).Please join me in congratulating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111387821152916960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111387821152916960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111284521675870380</id><published>2005-04-06T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T21:47:25.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moon Shadudes</title><summary type='text'>My Dad I went golfing a couple of years ago at a course somewhere in New York.  We checked in with the Starter who pointed us over to the first hole and told us we'd be playing with two guys who were already standing on the tee box.  This is always a little bit nerve racking because you never know whom your going to golf with or what their skill level will be.  The fear is that these guys are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111284521675870380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111284521675870380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/04/moon-shadudes.html' title='Moon Shadudes'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111242126047314216</id><published>2005-04-01T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T23:54:20.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up.</title><summary type='text'>I think a painting of Toulouse Lautrec kicking Van Gogh in the shins would be so funny.I am listening to M. Ward a lot lately.  He's good.  I have to listen to this Greg Brown guy Gorss keeps telling me about.I have been applying to graduate schools for three years now.  I have a refrigerator filled with rejection letters and a slightly bruised ego to say the least.  This year, man I don't know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111242126047314216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111242126047314216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/04/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up.'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-111017569660338549</id><published>2005-03-07T00:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T00:08:16.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anecdote or Antidote?</title><summary type='text'>When I first saw the ocean I didn't cry.  I remember it being windy, but I don't remember where or when it was.I saw a boy in a shopping cart today.  He had big bulging eyes and a harelip.  He was repeating, "I'm a doggy, I'm a doggy, I'm a doggy," but his parents were talking to each other.  I don't think they heard him.  It made me feel sad.  I didn't cry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111017569660338549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/111017569660338549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/03/anecdote-or-antidote.html' title='Anecdote or Antidote?'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110969835279891019</id><published>2005-03-01T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T12:00:55.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I not instruct...</title><summary type='text'>We ran out of heat.  Two months ago we paid almost 500 dollars for gas and it's gone.  Eph that!  My wife and I have decided to stick it to the man and heat the house the good old fashion way.  Space heaters, and manufactured Duraflame logs that burn longer and cleaner than real wood.  Naturally the office/soon to be baby room is the last room we heat.  This alone has deeply affected my blogging </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110969835279891019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110969835279891019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/03/did-i-not-instruct.html' title='Did I not instruct...'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110870394521072175</id><published>2005-02-17T22:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T11:38:50.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy-able (If you get this picture reference, I think you are tough and awesome)</title><summary type='text'>So here I am, feeling pretty tough.  I went to Rick's Rentals and rented a Kango 900 (Jackhammer) to rip through a ceramic wall.  Four inches of concrete inside a ceramic tile surface.  And in the middle of the concrete, a layer of metal mesh.  Even when you get the concrete to smash up it just hangs there like a coat on a coat rack... made out of concrete.  The mesh wire is very sharp.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110870394521072175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110870394521072175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/02/fairy-able-if-you-get-this-picture.html' title='Fairy-able (If you get this picture reference, I think you are tough and awesome)'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110791421521385793</id><published>2005-02-08T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T00:06:39.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Common Cents</title><summary type='text'>Last night I watched an interview with the popular Producer/Hip-Hop "artist" Kayne West on Charlie Rose.  Charlie asked him, "If you could ask Jay-Z one question what would it be?"  I was relatively excited to hear his answer.  Kayne West works with artists like Talib Kweli, Common, Alicia Keys, and Usher.  I figured he’d have something poignant to say.  He said he would ask Jay-Z, "How'd you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110791421521385793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110791421521385793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/02/common-cents.html' title='Common Cents'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110749676753489514</id><published>2005-02-03T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T00:06:52.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be in That Army</title><summary type='text'>I was reading a post over at Chief Jason's about Conor Oberst's new song "When the President talks to God," and it got me thinking about my favorite concert moment.The stars were out and Dave Matthews was playing Crash...Errrrt (like a car screeching).  Just Joshin.  Not to completely knock Dave.  I think he is incredible at times.  I try to keep a musician's fans from dirtying my opinion.  It</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110749676753489514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110749676753489514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/02/ill-be-in-that-army.html' title='I&apos;ll Be in That Army'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110729168141552312</id><published>2005-02-01T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T16:47:05.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Synonym Finder</title><summary type='text'>I've been filling out grad school applications for the past couple of days.  This is difficult stuff.  I think you should be granted acceptance based solely on your ability to finish the application.  Each application has like twelve parts, letters of recommendation being the most difficult part.  I really hate tracking down old professors and asking them to write on my behalf.  Then you have to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110729168141552312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110729168141552312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/02/synonym-finder.html' title='Synonym Finder'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110678601689311006</id><published>2005-01-26T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T21:24:56.063-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress</title><summary type='text'>This painting is still under construction.  It's missing a bird and some skin tones and a miss-placed finger etc.  Close-ups are on the way.                        </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110678601689311006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110678601689311006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/in-progress.html' title='In Progress'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110662867633447757</id><published>2005-01-24T22:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:53:24.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(S)(E)/ME + (0!0) - (BO) +/- (FH) all over 2a</title><summary type='text'>I've been looking around the Internet to substantiate a slew of topics I hoped to write about tonight.  Unfortunately I wasn't able to find the information needed to prove George Bush was responsible for the blizzard that has hit the North East.  I did however, find out that today (Jan. 24) (well, yesterday for all intended purposes), is/was the most depressing day of the year based on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110662867633447757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110662867633447757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/seme-00-bo-fh-all-over-2a.html' title='(S)(E)/ME + (0!0) - (BO) +/- (FH) all over 2a'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110624404516891112</id><published>2005-01-20T12:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T12:12:55.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever, Bush</title><summary type='text'>Before Cap'n Pete releases the hounds on Bush's innaugural address, I'm going to beat him to it. What the pick was that all about? To call it "grandiose" would be a serious understatement. There is only one force of history that can break the reign of hatred andresentment, and expose the pretensions of tyrants, and reward the hopes of thedecent and tolerant, and that is . . . Coming from a man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110624404516891112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110624404516891112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/whatever-bush.html' title='Whatever, Bush'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110610899543459331</id><published>2005-01-18T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T22:14:12.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Me To Coney Island</title><summary type='text'> It was one year ago today that I began Coney Island.  This typewriter was the image I chose to grace the top of my page.  It is fitting that Adam Robinson, who's blog was the reason I started, remind me in my last comment section that today is Coney Island's first birthday.  Since then I've written over 50,000 words and had over 10,000 page views.  I sincerely want to thank any and everyone who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110610899543459331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110610899543459331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/take-me-to-coney-island_18.html' title='Take Me To Coney Island'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110600372554370684</id><published>2005-01-17T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T17:16:07.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Conservatism of the Jets, in Four Chapters.</title><summary type='text'>Chapter 1.  Well, Well Well.  No chance, huh?  For all of you non-football fans who did not watch the game, (and for that matter are not reading this anyway) the Jets were winning the game thanks to two interceptions by their golden child "Big Ben," and a fumble by Jerome Bettis, his first in 353 attempts.  The Steelers scored a freak accident of a touchdown to tie the game at 17's in the 3rd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110600372554370684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110600372554370684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/conservatism-of-jets-in-four-chapters.html' title='The Conservatism of the Jets, in Four Chapters.'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110571383971477057</id><published>2005-01-14T08:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T08:48:14.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Showdown</title><summary type='text'> Tomorrow at 4:30 p.m., the Pittsburgh Steelers and the New York Jets will square off at Heinz Field in the AFC Divisional Playoff Game. This guestblogger hails from the Iron City; our host Cap'n Pete fashions himself a Jets fan, for whatever reason.Look for a battle much like the debates that occur on the pages of Coney Island: tenacious, hard-hitting, and mostly one-sided. The Jets don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110571383971477057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110571383971477057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/showdown.html' title='Showdown'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110547091889111729</id><published>2005-01-11T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:25:00.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in Your Fanny Pack?</title><summary type='text'> A panel of technology leaders assembled by the Lemelson-MIT Program has come out with their long-awaited list of the top 25 innovations of the past 25 years. According to CNN, "Back in 1980, the expression 'you can't take it with you' carried a lot more weight than it does today--mainly because 'it' weighed too much. Over the past quarter century, though, scientific innovation has made almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110547091889111729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110547091889111729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/whats-in-your-fanny-pack.html' title='What&apos;s in Your Fanny Pack?'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110545967770162823</id><published>2005-01-11T09:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:07:57.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'> porter?</title><summary type='text'>i go to work at 6:45.work.on the way home i resolve to take a month off from drinking and eating fast food.  would like to lose weight and it's a waste of money.return at 5:00when i get home i get my daughter off to gymnastics and my wife and son to the library. i sit down and do work related work until 7:15.7:15 is dinner when everybody will convene at the house.  i had already started the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110545967770162823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110545967770162823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/porter.html' title=' porter?'/><author><name>Habit Replacement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207712525699368858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110538963957285463</id><published>2005-01-10T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T16:28:42.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It has happened to me</title><summary type='text'>Statistical Research Methods.  this is what i remember.  there was this thirty something guy. a little ugly with a developed belly. his arms and jewlery  emanated self love.  plus he didn't get it (statistics) i naturally did being an ex-baseball card collector.  enough.  he looked at my paper and saw my doodling of a golf course. i smile.  this is his opening of course.  never smile at ugly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110538963957285463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110538963957285463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/it-has-happened-to-me.html' title='It has happened to me'/><author><name>Habit Replacement</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04207712525699368858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110537645834657871</id><published>2005-01-10T10:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T14:32:39.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Announcements (updated)</title><summary type='text'>1.  Check out Chief Jason's post about his encounter with wild dogs (perhaps dogg is more apropos).  It's a good little story.2.  I saw this guy's writing in a prominent publication a few weeks back so I e-mailed him and asked him to write here at Coney Island.  He accepted.  He has won countless awards for his achievements, including perfect attendance, and seems overqualified for a simple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110537645834657871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110537645834657871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/two-announcements-updated.html' title='Two Announcements (updated)'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110536628995639853</id><published>2005-01-10T07:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T08:25:54.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics of Delusion?</title><summary type='text'>In a new article from Sojourner's Magazine, Jim Wallis has done a much better job of characterizing the liberal/conservative dilemma than any of my feeble attempts over the past few months (including my most recent HaloScan exchange with Cap'n Pete). Here are a few excerpts:The competing ideological options, from which we are forced to choose, are perhaps at their lowest ebb in compelling the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110536628995639853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110536628995639853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/politics-of-delusion.html' title='Politics of Delusion?'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110533510687068839</id><published>2005-01-10T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T16:50:35.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Morning Ward</title><summary type='text'>There's something happening when Conor Oberst of Bright Eyes, Jim James of My Morning Jacket and M. Ward get together on stage and play.  I should say more, but I can't right now.  It's just magical.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110533510687068839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110533510687068839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/bright-morning-ward.html' title='Bright Morning Ward'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110528928616435867</id><published>2005-01-09T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T10:48:06.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Which One Most Accurately Describes You?</title><summary type='text'>Conservativeadj 1: resistant to change [ant: liberal] 2: opposed to liberal reforms 3: avoiding excess; "a conservative estimate" [syn: cautious] 4: unimaginatively conventional; [syn: button-down, buttoned-down] 5: conforming to the standards and conventions of the middle class; "a bourgeois mentality" [syn: bourgeois, materialistic] n : a person who has conservative ideas or opinions [syn: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110528928616435867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110528928616435867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/which-one-most-accurately-describes.html' title='Which One Most Accurately Describes You?'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110511385953690439</id><published>2005-01-07T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T10:05:50.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Critical Evangelicalism</title><summary type='text'>A good deal of attention has been paid to two recent columns by William J. Stuntz, a professor at Harvard Law School, in which he suggests some unusual similarities between intellectuals and evangelicals, or the "academic left" and the "Christian right." (Even Mr. Kotsko has linked to these articles, albeit with some reluctance.)I have been thinking lately of another surprising "site" (to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110511385953690439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110511385953690439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/critical-evangelicalism.html' title='Critical Evangelicalism'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110508132111754696</id><published>2005-01-07T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T01:17:35.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling Your Eyes</title><summary type='text'>I take no chances with my paintings.  I stick to the basics.  I try to capture a likeness, tight as hell, no strokes left unbrushed, same palette I've been using since college, no risks, same application.  They're so freaking boring.  And they're getting worse.  I'm illustrating.  I need to get into school.I watched a special on WSKG, Public Access, about these 14 and 15-year-old Piano </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110508132111754696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110508132111754696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/rolling-your-eyes.html' title='Rolling Your Eyes'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110491082133550890</id><published>2005-01-05T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T01:42:54.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Trigger, Whoa Boy.</title><summary type='text'>After reading The Brothers K I was stumped.  I didn't know what to read next.  It's like the all American Novel.  *Gorss, don't read this part.* I even bought a copy for Coney Island's co-blogger.  Maybe Rushdie, maybe Hopscotch again, maybe the Bible, I was stuck.  I ended up picking The Autograph man by Zadie Smith.  She has a creative little way of writing.  She does nice neat tricks like at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110491082133550890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110491082133550890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/easy-trigger-whoa-boy.html' title='Easy Trigger, Whoa Boy.'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110479940795658081</id><published>2005-01-03T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:45:43.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UnPresidented Belief</title><summary type='text'>$15,000,000...$350,000,000.  That’s a big number.  Everyone jumped on Mr. Bush for not pledging enough aid to the disaster relief fund, or for waiting three days because it would have interrupted his vacation before making a public announcement about the disaster.  Believers said to not be too hasty, wait for our fearless leader’s decision.  He will make an announcement when he is good and ready</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110479940795658081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110479940795658081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2005/01/unpresidented-belief.html' title='UnPresidented Belief'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110434681614487100</id><published>2004-12-29T12:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T00:54:13.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsunami (Updated)</title><summary type='text'>When my mother was diagnosed with Leukemia, I wished it were me.  Not to be heroic, not to be valiant, simply because it was going to be tough to beat.  I was young and healthy and strong and I felt that if Leukemia was going to invade someone in our family, why not me.  I would probably have a better chance of beating it, or at least surviving it.  My mother did not.  I cannot understand.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110434681614487100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110434681614487100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/12/tsunami-updated.html' title='Tsunami (Updated)'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110334899464570178</id><published>2004-12-17T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T01:13:40.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Shin Kickin Time</title><summary type='text'>I thought I better write a, I think bi-monthly at this point, shin kicking post before the annual Holiday cheer sets in and makes me feel guilty for such meanness.  If you are unfamiliar with the format of Cap'n Pete's Shin Kickin's, it goes as follows.  I will write a post detailing some superfluous things I think about when I should be thinking about things that are productive.  I include a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110334899464570178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110334899464570178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/12/its-shin-kickin-time.html' title='It&apos;s Shin Kickin Time'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110289680503959635</id><published>2004-12-12T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T18:58:33.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Academy</title><summary type='text'>With your permission, Gentle Reader, I am going to add my proverbial two cents to the conservatives-in-the-academy debate that has been flaring up like a hemorrhoid across the blogosphere. I feel obliged to chime in, since I am an aspiring member of the academy and a “conservative” to boot (not really, but we’ll just go with it for now since I’m undoubtedly more conservative than most of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110289680503959635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110289680503959635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/12/academy.html' title='The Academy'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110264757672182603</id><published>2004-12-09T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:11:10.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Where You Stay At?</title><summary type='text'>In my last comment section, Adam of LifeofAdam.com asked me which character from The Brothers K was my favorite.  It was a whimsical question but it put me to serious thought.  Which character was my favorite?  Then I started thinking about my favorite character of all time, in any book I've ever read, ever, through ever the whole time.  Then the question became was it my favorite character </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110264757672182603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110264757672182603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/12/where-you-stay-at.html' title='Where You Stay At?'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110239469282746556</id><published>2004-12-06T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T22:55:03.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How I Feel About Painting Tonight, Through Duncan's The Brother's K (But Galeano Gets The Last Word)</title><summary type='text'>"Justified or not, to sleep and read ones way through a foriegn country in a private, air conditioned cubicle is to be in no foreign country at all.  That he might genuinely fear, at least physically, the very land whose literature and spiritual traditions he'd adored since childhood, that such a fear might imply a never to be assimilated core of foreignness-these kinds of thoughts did not yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110239469282746556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110239469282746556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-i-feel-about-painting-tonight.html' title='How I Feel About Painting Tonight, Through Duncan&apos;s The Brother&apos;s K (But Galeano Gets The Last Word)'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110235621786639035</id><published>2004-12-06T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T12:18:09.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Energy Incompetence</title><summary type='text'> I am not exactly a big fan of Tom Friedman, but here is a thought-provoking column in today's Times. He is proposing a nicely counterintuitive, though not completely new alternative to the Bush administration's approach to foreign policy:If President Bush is looking for a legacy, I have just the one for him - anational science project that would be our generation's moon shot: a crashscience </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110235621786639035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110235621786639035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/12/energy-incompetence.html' title='Energy Incompetence'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110196237991525282</id><published>2004-12-01T21:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:25:39.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields (and hopeless appeals) Forever</title><summary type='text'>Screw Stokees, I want to work for ole 'Merica.The first job I ever had also had the distinct honor of being the first job I was ever fired from.  In the summer of seventh grade I worked for Stokee's Strawberries with my buddy Chad "Oatmeal" Plumber.  We went into the job with high aspirations, schemes on how to pick the fastest, plans to break the record and be deemed Stokee's employee of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110196237991525282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110196237991525282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/12/strawberry-fields-and-hopeless-appeals.html' title='Strawberry Fields (and hopeless appeals) Forever'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110161520914641854</id><published>2004-11-27T22:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T22:13:29.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DFX</title><summary type='text'>Here she blows.  A brand new putter just in time for winter.  7 months of torture.  I went with the right handed Odyssey DFX Two-Ball.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110161520914641854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110161520914641854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/11/dfx.html' title='DFX'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110132456180140007</id><published>2004-11-24T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:35:03.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair and Phallused</title><summary type='text'> What parent wouldn't buy this book for their child?  I want my child to behave just like Bill O'Reilly.  Click on the video clip on the right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110132456180140007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110132456180140007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/11/fair-and-phallused.html' title='Fair and Phallused'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110110132223012573</id><published>2004-11-21T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T23:28:42.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Free at Last</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to Democracy Now on NPR a few days ago and I heard this professor speaking.  I heard Amy say his name but my memory does not serve me well enough to try pronouncing it.  Spelling it is out of the question.  Anyhow he said something to the likes of this..."I found it fascinating that the Koran became a best seller in the United States after Sept. 11th.  People wanted to read the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110110132223012573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110110132223012573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/11/free-at-last.html' title='Free at Last'/><author><name>J Blanka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15818870568139973283</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mzrQCoiOnOY/SKhX9eMnr0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nF96m3_tLy0/S220/HarperWarhol%26Me2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6368534.post-110108715210007438</id><published>2004-11-21T18:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T19:36:16.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Steady Diet of Fugazi</title><summary type='text'>At present, I am busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest. But I don't want to lose my coveted position as guest writer here at Coney Island, so I guess I better post something. My occasional series on science and technology will resume in due course.The other night, I had an uncontrollable urge to listen to Fugazi, so I popped in the only album I own. (Not the only album I own; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110108715210007438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6368534/posts/default/110108715210007438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://antistrophe.blogspot.com/2004/11/steady-diet-of-fugazi.html' title='Steady Diet of Fugazi'/><author><name>Gorss</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03890570966782218945</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.people.cornell.edu/pages/jbg37/image0002.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
