<?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-5478387</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:04:02.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pokuhontas</title><subtitle type='html'>"A powerful first blog..no frills, no nonsense, just hard, spare prose..an intimate account of a young immigrant trying to establish himself as an american while staying true to his "maavillased" estonian roots ... requires no atlas or translation to engage, change and enlighten us." New York Times Blog Review, near future</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478387.post-1495569040540023534</id><published>2009-02-10T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T09:58:38.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>American Dream</title><summary type='text'>A good indicator of the health of the american economy is how many people want to move here, whether entering legally or illegally. The number of new illegal immigrants coming in from Mexico has dropped dramatically over the past year. Their chances of making a decent living here are simply not as good as they were before, not that they ever were good.For the people still dreaming the american </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/1495569040540023534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/1495569040540023534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2009/02/american-dream.html' title='American Dream'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-8158225251173510326</id><published>2008-11-27T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:34:47.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Close enough</title><summary type='text'>Recipe. Look at the picture for 2 minutes. Get what the ingredients look like from the local russian store. Cook.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/8158225251173510326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/8158225251173510326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/11/close-enough.html' title='Close enough'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ud47y02Phw/SS9ya_Lo0KI/AAAAAAAAACY/7Cfihl1YrLI/s72-c/DSC_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478387.post-5491767056176914597</id><published>2008-11-26T18:19:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T21:57:29.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know that things are getting interesting when..</title><summary type='text'>...a guy comes up to you and asks "Are you also seeing a rabbit playing a saxophone or is it from the joint I smoked earlier"?I just said that I see it too, without smoking anything. I didn't have the heart to tell him that the rabbit he was pointing at was really playing a trombone. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/5491767056176914597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/5491767056176914597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-that-thing-are-getting.html' title='You know that things are getting interesting when..'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4ud47y02Phw/SS3cuTFS_JI/AAAAAAAAACI/rT6P-09uXbU/s72-c/DSC_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478387.post-985889607087168287</id><published>2008-09-06T12:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T13:01:38.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Convert this!</title><summary type='text'>Nursing, 1st semester @ CCRI. 15 1/2 inches, 45.2 pounds, $600.On other note, I have a new site for photos.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/985889607087168287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/985889607087168287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/09/convert-this.html' title='Convert this!'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4ud47y02Phw/SMK2JEcrwHI/AAAAAAAAABM/AP3ngQvOPRs/s72-c/Nursing+1st+semester.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478387.post-9198929189050063272</id><published>2008-07-15T14:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:50:16.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Cuckoo's Nest" is being torn down</title><summary type='text'>"Oregon State Hospital, the mental institution where the 1975 movie "One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest" was filmed, is making way for a new complex. Most of the dilapidated, 125-year-old main building will be torn down and replaced starting this fall.Although mean Nurse Ratched was pure fiction, the Oregon State Hospital has struggled with some very real troubles over the years, including </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/9198929189050063272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/9198929189050063272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/07/cuckoos-nest-is-being-torn-down.html' title='&quot;The Cuckoo&apos;s Nest&quot; is being torn down'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-1480166995338387667</id><published>2008-07-01T13:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:44:40.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Treatments for mentally ill</title><summary type='text'>These two recent stories really irk me both as a human being and as a mental health professional. One of them happened in a community 20 minutes from me (yes, time is distance in USA). In the light of these stories, how much progress have we really made since Bethlem Royal Hospital was founded in 1247? Doctors, nurses allow patient to die alone on NY hospital floorQuestions linger about man’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/1480166995338387667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/1480166995338387667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/07/treatments-for-mentally-ill.html' title='Treatments for mentally ill'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-5817773476496547816</id><published>2008-07-01T12:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T12:44:27.002-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd in two weeks</title><summary type='text'>Last August I went with my wife to check out an apartment on the block mentioned below. The prospective landlord described the area as "Nice family friendly neigbourhood". We ended up driving by and not stopping to check the apartment, wisely. You've got to know your hoods when you live in a city. City's worst subsidized housing project Chad Brown is just around the corner from there. July 1, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/5817773476496547816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/5817773476496547816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/07/3rd-in-two-weeks.html' title='3rd in two weeks'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-6014559022895009082</id><published>2008-06-29T12:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T20:34:46.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>USA Healthcare system</title><summary type='text'>I believe in universal healthcare system. I don't have much to say beyond what Michael Moore said in Sicko or what is said here. From personal experience though, every time I use some type of medical service I end up getting billed despite having adequate coverage. I once got a bill from a collections agency for the mandatory HIV test required for immigration. I had the medical coverage for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/6014559022895009082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/6014559022895009082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/06/usa-healthcare-system.html' title='USA Healthcare system'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4ud47y02Phw/SGfFI6fscYI/AAAAAAAAAA0/4FXKT3ntYEI/s72-c/syringe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478387.post-4771656742245965706</id><published>2008-02-24T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T13:39:48.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/4771656742245965706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/4771656742245965706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/02/some-of-boxing-finest.html' title='Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-8230366890760441897</id><published>2008-02-10T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T22:07:32.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gangs of Providence</title><summary type='text'>All the Sopranos fans - check out the state of the mob.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/8230366890760441897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/8230366890760441897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/02/gangs-of-providence.html' title='The Gangs of Providence'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-8411483127328233832</id><published>2008-01-13T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T00:05:23.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/8411483127328233832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/8411483127328233832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-5068493824940306099</id><published>2008-01-12T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T17:03:57.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 in a nutshell</title><summary type='text'>I finally have a decent computer and an internet connection and thus I shall make more frequent updates than in the past ( I happened to skip the whole 2007, oops).After completing nursing prerequisites at the local community college I am finally ready to apply for the admission to clinical/nursing portion starting this fall. It looks like I'm going to balance next ten years or so between working</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/5068493824940306099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/5068493824940306099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2008/01/2007-in-nutshell.html' title='2007 in a nutshell'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-116554417868574467</id><published>2006-12-07T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T21:42:27.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viriseda on ilus</title><summary type='text'>Leidsin kohaliku vene poe. $69.70 later so'o'me pelmeene rukkileiva k6rvale ja pyhapaeval teen kukeseene kastet. Leedu seentest. Toit on suur osa kultuurist. Mis antud juhul teeb minust kulturisti.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/116554417868574467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/116554417868574467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2006/12/viriseda-on-ilus.html' title='Viriseda on ilus'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5478387.post-115457193956980660</id><published>2006-08-02T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:41:26.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Male nurse</title><summary type='text'>As my dear father-in-law, such a senior citizen at times, fabulously summed it up:"So you're going back to school to become a male nurse?$!?"Yes, I am. There are several reasons. I love the psychiatric field but the BS in psychology is basically hmmm..it is like having a 2AP course on electricity and then given a job to develop a new generation chip for Intel and getting paid less than the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/115457193956980660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/115457193956980660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2006/08/male-nurse.html' title='Male nurse'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-114783550573658947</id><published>2006-05-16T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T23:14:27.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SUV</title><summary type='text'>Yes. I am now officially one of the stupid americans who own a gas-guzzling Suburban Upstart Vehicle. Well it was mine for the first two days, at which point my wife declared that in her family traditionally the wife drives the better vehicle (although last check-in with her parents revealed that they are both still driving pretty much identical green dodge minivans).Oh well. It was her idea </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/114783550573658947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/114783550573658947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2006/05/suv.html' title='SUV'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-113925199777053011</id><published>2006-02-06T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:01:24.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the United States</title><summary type='text'>I recently received a letter from the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) that started cheerfully "WELCOME TO THE UNITED STATES". The letter included the oh so desired green card (not green by the way, but white and golden). I really do have to consider myself lucky as the whole process for me included just lots of paperwork, paying even more lots of money, an HIV, tuberculosis and a syphilis(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/113925199777053011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/113925199777053011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2006/02/welcome-to-united-states.html' title='Welcome to the United States'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-113260798886874375</id><published>2005-11-21T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:19:48.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The day of the dead turkeys</title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving is a pure breed american holiday. It is based on a story that nobody really gives a **** about besides some naive five year olds and some people who are just being silly. The story is about colonists who had a big feast to celebrate a jolly good harvest and to pay respect to 91 indians who gave them food to survive up to that point. Due to the lack of political correctness it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/113260798886874375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/113260798886874375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-of-dead-turkeys.html' title='The day of the dead turkeys'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-112422914367492425</id><published>2005-08-16T17:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T17:52:23.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vermont Flavour</title><summary type='text'>Here's some Vermont for you. At Walmart. Live bait vending machine aka Elusussi Masin.The criminal mastermindz of Estonia, here's the link for you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/112422914367492425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/112422914367492425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2005/08/vermont-flavour.html' title='Vermont Flavour'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-112344964511798240</id><published>2005-08-07T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:38:26.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Married life</title><summary type='text'>The biggest change is the ring which i forget to put on, to..oo often she says. Stainless steel with zirconia. There are other changes of cource, such as parents coming for a short visit and forgetting themselves here for a week and the mom-in-law being comfortable enough with you to slap you when you don't attend to what she is saying. Plus the immigration papers in a P.O. Box of INS in Chicago.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/112344964511798240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/112344964511798240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2005/08/married-life.html' title='Married life'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-111472495200702093</id><published>2005-04-28T17:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T17:49:12.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugejate tungival n6udmisel</title><summary type='text'>kaku on the roofand kaku on the roof in dogville</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/111472495200702093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/111472495200702093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2005/04/lugejate-tungival-n6udmisel.html' title='Lugejate tungival n6udmisel'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-111316658406496313</id><published>2005-04-10T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:56:24.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girlpower</title><summary type='text'>Talking about girlpower - I'll be wearing a pink vest with my tux..I love you baby! Obviously very much!Wedding planner- n., an ugly lady with lots of make-up; a person who laughs hysterically and artificially every time you open your mouth; expensive.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/111316658406496313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/111316658406496313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2005/04/girlpower.html' title='Girlpower'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-111223427105869439</id><published>2005-03-30T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:30:02.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Negative Hero</title><summary type='text'>Everybody has some idea what the world really needs in order to be a better world. Kerry for President, protected rainforest, peace in Iraq, lower interest rates, new bikinis, Nasdaq skyrocketing, Diesel pants and a new teflon pan.   But what the world really needs is a good negative hero. A negative hero with no fancy car, no dirty mouth, no bling-bling and no news coverage. A hero who brushes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/111223427105869439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/111223427105869439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2005/03/negative-hero.html' title='The Negative Hero'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-110952049239631182</id><published>2005-02-27T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T11:26:18.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time flies by. Now that I am married and I have children to take care of ...To avoid posts like that, there are a few things you need to know.  We had a jolly good weekend in Pennsylvania Amish Country where we were in intercourse. Intercourse is a wonderful thing. I suggest that everyone experience Intercourse as soon as possible. One thing led to another and now I`m happily engaged. I tried to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110952049239631182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110952049239631182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2005/02/time-flies-by.html' title=''/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-110650353655432185</id><published>2005-01-23T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T13:05:36.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The weather</title><summary type='text'>I don`t like to talk about the weather. It`s a thing that people normally talk about when they don`t have anything to say. But anyway, 70 cm of snow in the last 10 hours and still coming strong.Proverb of the day: Where there is a sled(red) there will be a hill(in the backyard the next morning). </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110650353655432185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110650353655432185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2005/01/weather.html' title='The weather'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-110375789142513580</id><published>2004-12-22T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T19:52:10.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yarmulke</title><summary type='text'>I was working on my butterfly guard with a middle-age jewish gentelman a few days ago. He was wearing a yarmulke, the infamous jewish hat. I probably scored a jolly good brurning in the jewish hell for a few good years as i happened to flip it off about 20 times as he kept grabbing for it and putting it back. I consulted with a rabbi (with Moses, to be precise) and it comes out that as it is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110375789142513580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110375789142513580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/12/yarmulke.html' title='The Yarmulke'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-110139372469994385</id><published>2004-11-25T09:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T10:08:39.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nous sommes desoles que notre president soit un idiot. Nous n'avons pas vote pour lui.</title><summary type='text'>Too bad if it really wasn`t targeted at Bush originally. who knows.10 extra points for ingenious marketing. People are very passionate about those labels. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110139372469994385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110139372469994385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/11/nous-sommes-desoles-que-notre.html' title='Nous sommes desoles que notre president soit un idiot. Nous n&apos;avons pas vote pour lui.'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-110083293499355326</id><published>2004-11-18T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T21:55:34.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NAGA</title><summary type='text'>Coming up soon - Marol choked into a smurf. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110083293499355326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/110083293499355326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/11/naga.html' title='NAGA'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109948991448810672</id><published>2004-11-03T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T19:51:44.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalypse now</title><summary type='text'>The sky is black. Flocks of bats are flying around the houses and screeching, deafening the unlucky ones who dare to leave their houses.About half of the houses are in a fire set by dragons and fire spiting holes in the ground. Goblins are throwing spontanoeus parades on city streets. They`re smiling broadly and waving red signs BUSH-CHENEY 2004. Most ironical part of this election is that Bush</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109948991448810672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109948991448810672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/11/apocalypse-now.html' title='Apocalypse now'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109862711707294374</id><published>2004-10-24T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T10:13:22.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of udarniki i bezdelniki</title><summary type='text'>Prosta neverajatna. A vot dotsna tak i b6la.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109862711707294374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109862711707294374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/10/of-udarniki-i-bezdelniki.html' title='Of udarniki i bezdelniki'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109806438469876937</id><published>2004-10-17T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:53:04.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A list of a few things my better half has done lately</title><summary type='text'>*Walked into a men`s bathroom stating to the astonished urinating crowd ^It`s OK, I`m a lesbian!^*Pinned a guy (a big and scary one) trying to grab a purse from an older lady against a wall and held the unlucky robber there until the police arrived.*Saved a lady from being hit by a car by running to her and pulling her off the walkway attacked by an out-of-control car. *Told the news </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109806438469876937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109806438469876937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/10/list-of-few-things-my-better-half-has.html' title='A list of a few things my better half has done lately'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109804965303728393</id><published>2004-10-17T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T21:56:37.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Che</title><summary type='text'>"Hatred is an element of struggle; relentless hatred of the enemy that impels us over and beyond the natural limitations of man and transforms us into effective, violent, selective, and cold killing machines. Our soldiers must be thus; a people without hatred cannot vanquish a brutal enemy."How did Ernesto Che Guevara become this?How did one photo taken by Alberto Korda turn a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109804965303728393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109804965303728393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/10/che.html' title='Che'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109612347228158813</id><published>2004-09-25T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T10:10:01.343-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The lessons</title><summary type='text'>The Anthropology lessonPre 1960s funeral traditions of Fore tribe, Papua New Guinea - ^katim na kukim na kaikai^. Cut up, cook and eat. Women and children ate the internal organs and the brain while men took care of the muscles.The Genetics lessonWomen and children, who attended the funeral developed kuru: their legs began to wobble, then their whole bodies started to shake, their speach </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109612347228158813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109612347228158813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/09/lessons.html' title='The lessons'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109611718101369007</id><published>2004-09-25T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T09:10:45.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'> Pilt &lt;/ a&gt;</title><summary type='text'>A recent poll indicated that my readers like the picture. However, they find it hard to read the text. There goes the background. PS! This picture is not of my girlfriend holding a lamp but of a fairy making an apperance act at the palm of a friend of mine. Dooh.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109611718101369007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109611718101369007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/09/pilt.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://happy.net.ut.ee/cm/albums/userpics/10006/normal_mailis-with-fairy-830-600.jpg&quot;&gt; Pilt &lt;/ a&gt;'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109423465763672102</id><published>2004-09-03T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T14:04:17.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats up</title><summary type='text'>3 sergio mendes and brazil 66, a jil scott heron, UFO and miles davis kind of blue album. And The Shaft/Isaac Hayes R vinyl lost to a beautiful stranger cos` I started looking through the records on the wrong side.And no cookies - no pictures. No cookies soon, hopefully. On my last hiking trip to white mountains I learned a few good lessons. If your sleeping bag is absorbant, you can wake up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109423465763672102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109423465763672102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/09/whats-up.html' title='Whats up'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109201952286706037</id><published>2004-08-08T21:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T19:19:50.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Motorcycle rides</title><summary type='text'>MOTORCYCLE RIDES?Motorcycle Riders Group in search of the best Ice Cream Parlor in Maine and New Hampshire. Group meets Monday evenings at the Big Apple in Fryeburg - cruise time 6 p.m. sharp. All riders, all bikes welcome. FMI call Loretta at 1 (603) 447-6336/days or 1- 207-935-2040/eves. Email: schulte@pivot.netGray beards flopping in the wind, they cruised. Somewhere out there was the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109201952286706037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109201952286706037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/08/motorcycle-rides.html' title='Motorcycle rides'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109201498273708290</id><published>2004-08-08T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T18:13:06.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karoshi</title><summary type='text'>Karoshi is a Japanese word which literally means death by overwork.Americans don`t have a separate word for that.They`re too busy working to think of words they don`t have.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109201498273708290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109201498273708290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/08/karoshi.html' title='Karoshi'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-109157875421782894</id><published>2004-08-03T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T16:08:38.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I` m alive</title><summary type='text'>I just got a phone call from my mother. First ever in USA. She was wondering if I am alive because there had not been any vital signs, such as letters, e-mails or phone calls for a few months.Once again it is time to prove that i`m alive.I`ve been working on the design of this webpage lately and it has given me a sense of being involved with my dear diary even though the design is so far just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109157875421782894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/109157875421782894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-m-alive.html' title='I` m alive'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108847289819643412</id><published>2004-06-28T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T13:01:03.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'> CAPOEIRA &lt;/ a&gt;</title><summary type='text'>Uma vez, perguntei a Seu PastinhaO que era a capoeiraE ele, mestre velho respeitado,Ficou um tempo calado,Revirando a sua almaDepois respondeu com calma,Em forma de ladainha:A capoeiraÉ um jogo, é um brinquedo,É se respeitar o medo,É dosar bem a coragemÉ uma luta,É manha de mandingueiro,É o vento no veleiro,Um lamento na senzalaÉ um berimbau bem tocado,É um corpo arrepiado,Um</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108847289819643412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108847289819643412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/06/capoeira.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://capoeirabcv.com&quot;&gt; CAPOEIRA &lt;/ a&gt;'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108748502247318478</id><published>2004-06-17T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T11:10:22.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Building up homesickness takes some time - which might mean that i`m not going to post much any time soon. Some pictures are coming up soon though. After five years of university it feels a bit strange not to be a student any more. Well see whether I`ll use the easy ( sry Ma`rt, I know your life is not easy out there :)  ) or the hard way to recover.PS! Vladimir Vyssotski is alive and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108748502247318478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108748502247318478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/06/building-up-homesickness-takes-some.html' title=''/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108627606978828391</id><published>2004-06-03T11:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T11:21:09.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tartu</title><summary type='text'>There is too much to write about to write anything.Lets just say that I got my thesis done and thereby I am officially done with the university for this time. And my second hometown Tartu is just as enjoyable (slow and easygoing) as ever. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108627606978828391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108627606978828391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/06/tartu.html' title='Tartu'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108506639338160290</id><published>2004-05-20T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T11:19:53.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>l6putoolistele </title><summary type='text'>http://articles.findarticles.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108506639338160290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108506639338160290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/05/l6putoolistele.html' title='l6putoolistele '/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108506447059035922</id><published>2004-05-20T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T10:47:50.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You don`t know what it means to me</title><summary type='text'>Statistical Significance Levels of Nonparametric Tests Biased by Heterogeneous Variances of Treatment GroupsJournal of General Psychology,  Oct, 2000  by Donald W. Zimmerman------////---IT IS WELL KNOWN that statistical significance levels of parametric tests, such as the Student t test and the analysis of variance (ANOVA) F test, are biased by unequal variances of treatment groups, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108506447059035922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108506447059035922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/05/you-dont-know-what-it-means-to-me.html' title='You don`t know what it means to me'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108474384376212880</id><published>2004-05-16T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T21:34:31.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wide perspective</title><summary type='text'>I moved upstairs. It is amazing how much of a difference can make moving from first floor to the second when you have a 10 feet high fence around your house and two dozen mexicans living behind it. From my room I have a perfect overview of all the little important things going on around me. The landlord having a 42 inch TV delivered, 2 mexican teenage girls having a catfight for a boy, family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108474384376212880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108474384376212880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/05/wide-perspective.html' title='wide perspective'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-10834716397730271</id><published>2004-05-01T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T00:25:41.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Streets of Philadelphia</title><summary type='text'>Six hours of continous driving. Just one stop at the gas station to pee, check for any flowers being sold (only ugly fuzzy artifiacial ones with a tiny limy animal that comes with it- no folks, i did NOT buy it) and to buy Ben and Jerrys Cherry Garcia ice cream. No horses galloped to death. No red roses between my teeth.  No mountains, no seas to cross. It is hard to be romantic these days when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/10834716397730271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/10834716397730271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/05/streets-of-philadelphia.html' title='Streets of Philadelphia'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108274957455558559</id><published>2004-04-23T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T15:49:14.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohawk</title><summary type='text'>I have a mohawk. No, it is not a picture of me. And i have solid proof from the independent scientists of america that it looks bad:) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108274957455558559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108274957455558559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/04/mohawk.html' title='Mohawk'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108207134014907301</id><published>2004-04-15T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T19:25:12.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For future references</title><summary type='text'>8/18 Boston, MA Romis Auditorium Everybody in the area, be aware..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108207134014907301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108207134014907301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/04/for-future-references.html' title='For future references'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108168837952912438</id><published>2004-04-11T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T09:04:37.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old twat (vana peer- est)</title><summary type='text'>I discovered myself yesterday at 11 pm at walmart buying a 12 pack of toilet paper (ultra soft), 4 light bulbs ( 60 w, on sale) and a toilet brush (also on sale). Is it too late for me to stop going down the road in the end of which I would be an old twat or as better known, the good old estonian Vana Peer?How many steps have i already taken?I`ve got to do something!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108168837952912438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108168837952912438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/04/old-twat-vana-peer-est.html' title='Old twat (vana peer- est)'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108049288333343778</id><published>2004-03-28T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T13:34:41.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ettepanemus</title><summary type='text'>Seega on laekunud ettepanemus Ettepanemus on kohe (lugeda t6esti kohe) pa;rast lopetamist/mittelopetamist (kaitsmist) minna 120 tunnisele uurimuslikule ekspeditsioonile. Loodetavasti on osaline 6emehe legendaarne katuseluugiga ja summutita maanteehirm. Koik teised samuti oodatud. Plaanis on pudelite pahupidi pooramine, rumalate kysimuste esitamine, paaritumisrituaalide vaatluspraktikum eesti </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108049288333343778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108049288333343778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/ettepanemus.html' title='Ettepanemus'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108041193900454194</id><published>2004-03-27T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T13:28:12.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love craigslist</title><summary type='text'>Prada bag from ex-GF, never used --------------------------------------------------------------------------------Reply to: anon-27467510@craigslist.orgDate: 2004-03-27, 6:29AM ESTI don't know how much it's worth, but some girl out there can have it for free. Getting rid of the remaining stuff she left. It's larger than a typical purse, light brown leather and has a studded trim around the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108041193900454194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108041193900454194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-love-craigslist.html' title='I love craigslist'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108041169121099494</id><published>2004-03-27T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T13:24:04.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The computer</title><summary type='text'>YAY.It is sitting in my car right now waiting for a company of a computer desk, a chair and a free metal waste basket and a floor mat. However odd, AMD Athlon won in the Pentium III versus Celeron competition. I am writing this message in a big public library in Boston outskirts. To use that computer for an hour - I had to get a card that is good for the next 27 years. And I was wondering why</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108041169121099494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108041169121099494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/computer.html' title='The computer'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-108018105599665947</id><published>2004-03-24T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T21:20:06.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psych</title><summary type='text'>The world of problems and worries still looks amazing. I can`t wait to get to be a licensed therapist. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108018105599665947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/108018105599665947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/psych.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://forums.boston.craigslist.org/?forumID=29&quot;&gt;Psych&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107992388727629509</id><published>2004-03-21T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T21:55:20.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So. What`s new.</title><summary type='text'>I am finally fully americanizedI am driving 20+ minutes to work.I have a job and a half. I go to Dunkin Donuts 5 times a week. I am having a small-talk with strangers. As needed.I take showers in my swimsuit in the public swimming pool bathroom.I`ve seen the Passion of the Christ.I enjoy shopping every now and thenandI have a cell phone.(401) 744-4372The first trial sucked bad.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107992388727629509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107992388727629509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/so-whats-new.html' title='So. What`s new.'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107939943479359962</id><published>2004-03-15T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:30:53.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eesti Loodus</title><summary type='text'>LugegeVahel suudab aga mõni vana ja elutark inimene raske teema paari lausega nii ära seletada, et edasine küsimine tundub mõttetuna: «Kulla laps, surm ei ole midagi muud, kui organism lihtsalt lakkab eksisteerimast ja ongi kõik. Kas sa siis «Eesti Loodust» ei loe?»  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107939943479359962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107939943479359962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/eesti-loodus.html' title='Eesti Loodus'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107939765115199170</id><published>2004-03-15T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T19:44:11.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting warmer</title><summary type='text'>speedcraigslist Pentium III or Celeron???.Most of the sellers don`t really know what they are selling, which makes buying even harder. Bus speeds, cache memories, different generations under the same basic brand name..that looks kind of good. kinda. sorda</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107939765115199170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107939765115199170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/getting-warmer.html' title='Getting warmer'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107939130947933400</id><published>2004-03-15T17:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T17:59:08.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTRANCE ONLY</title><summary type='text'>That is a big fat sign over the driveway to the drive-in cemetary, right next to my house.There is something in latin as well but i haven`t figured that part out yet. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107939130947933400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107939130947933400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/entrance-only.html' title='ENTRANCE ONLY'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107894417010722174</id><published>2004-03-10T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T14:09:36.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk</title><summary type='text'>While moving, I discovered a perfect unit for junk measurement - Wagenful (Wf).It equals one VolksWagen Golf full of more and less complete junk. And if I say full I mean full. You`re very literally driving being covered with pots and pans and pressure cookers and blankets and mirrors and snowboarding socks and vitamins and cooking books and books that you have never read but you`re definitely </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107894417010722174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107894417010722174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/junk.html' title='Junk'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107869781236840317</id><published>2004-03-07T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:19:05.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The place</title><summary type='text'>Yes.I finally have my very own apartment. Rented.Shared with a friend. Altogether just perfect.So far the funiture is a rocking chair and a sleeping bag, but we`re working on it. You`re all welcome at the following address:227 Diamond Hill RoadFirst floor rightWoonsocketRhode Island02895As usual I am trying to leave some of my old habits to the old place. It is kind of easy since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107869781236840317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107869781236840317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/place.html' title='The place'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107841835695755015</id><published>2004-03-04T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T11:43:12.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>for future references</title><summary type='text'>speedy car partsI have good news.I just saved a bunch of money on my PS pump.God bless the internet.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107841835695755015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107841835695755015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/03/for-future-references.html' title='for future references'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107808416003004991</id><published>2004-02-29T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T14:51:25.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>14 dollars 99 cents :)</title><summary type='text'>plus new rimThat  says it all:)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107808416003004991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107808416003004991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/14-dollars-99-cents.html' title='14 dollars 99 cents :)'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107808293050330437</id><published>2004-02-29T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:20:15.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oo what a night!</title><summary type='text'>My girlfriend was worried about me going to a gay club. After all, her last boyfriend converted into a gay. Perhaps after visiting a gay club. But I went anyway, since i wanted to see a gay bar, I wanted to dance and I was invited by a friend of mine who`s boyfriend I had not met yet. It was fun. The drag queen was singing international superhits like born to be wild and other I`</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107808293050330437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107808293050330437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/oo-what-night.html' title='Oo what a night!'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107739949638917313</id><published>2004-02-21T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T16:41:22.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>270 lbs</title><summary type='text'>I am bored with my new karate school.They have fighting once a month, on half speed and they suck in it. And I hate the forms. They get on your way when you are doing actual fighting. As I am now about to move to Rhode Island, I looked around there for a new school and i found one I am in love with already.Here is a picture of one of the students..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107739949638917313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107739949638917313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/270-lbs.html' title='270 lbs'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107698031138818394</id><published>2004-02-16T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T21:15:47.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad and the ugly</title><summary type='text'>The good part of the story is that I met some interesting young ladies who have a band in a Salvation Army store. Who are a band. Well, two-thirds of the U.V. protection.  They claim that what they are doing is like nothing else. Like eveybody else:) They are experimenting with different sounds and they have a fun website. They all have brown eyes, brown hair, small ears. They are  5`5`` and wear</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107698031138818394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107698031138818394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The good, the bad and the ugly'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107697840778519747</id><published>2004-02-16T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:50:41.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AIDS in action</title><summary type='text'>One of the homeless people having AIDS whom Myra knows is missing. We believe that he is dead. He was a philosophy professor. It took only a year from being a philosophy professor in a university to be a homeless man with AIDS slowly dying on the streets.Another person, a 15 year old girl died in a shelter never having a place to call home in her life. He was accepted to shelter because she was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107697840778519747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107697840778519747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/aids-in-action.html' title='AIDS in action'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107688370588720849</id><published>2004-02-15T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:48:37.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of true love</title><summary type='text'>Letting her take pictures of your butt for her b&amp;w photography class..Any reliable &amp; valid signs you know of?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107688370588720849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107688370588720849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/signs-of-true-love.html' title='Signs of true love'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107633275614010890</id><published>2004-02-09T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T08:21:01.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>joys of shared bathroom</title><summary type='text'>7.30 AMI open the door of my room with the intent to go to the bathroom. The door is open, it tells me the story of its emptiness. Also, there is a door opened right next to bathroom. I think ^ GARY^ and add speed. Yes, Gary jumps out of his room. A man and his underwear. Or underwear and his man.  Good morning I say. They jump like a jaguar to the bathroom the only sound being the oversize body</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107633275614010890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107633275614010890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/joys-of-shared-bathroom.html' title='joys of shared bathroom'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107568542592223972</id><published>2004-02-01T20:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T20:32:04.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The strange man update</title><summary type='text'>He drinks because he does not have a girlfriend.He does not have a girlfriend because he drinks.Next week he is going out to a bar, her is going to drink only juice and he is going to get laid. Or find a girlfriend. Or both.That`s what he hopes. Fingers crossed.I`ll keep you updated.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107568542592223972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107568542592223972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/strange-man-update.html' title='The strange man update'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107567166034137695</id><published>2004-02-01T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T16:42:38.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just happened to beat up a third degree brown belt. I think he needs to see a psychologist.Too bad i have to wear a white belt in my new club. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107567166034137695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107567166034137695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-just-happened-to-beat-up-third.html' title=''/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107567057334629094</id><published>2004-02-01T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T16:27:13.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>words of wisdom</title><summary type='text'>For snowboarding use only special snowboarding socks. Preferably trademark EURO.After buying a pair and learning how to use my toes for steering and spinning i have a strong belief i`m not trying to fight with - i`m the king of the hill.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107567057334629094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107567057334629094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/words-of-wisdom.html' title='words of wisdom'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107566875992154421</id><published>2004-02-01T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T15:54:18.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>why does my room look so good</title><summary type='text'>nEW CARPETS, FRESH PAINT, BRAND NEW MATTRASSES.. There was a question im my mind, why is my room the only freshly redecorated one in the building. I just got the answer from The Strange Man. A man lived there 12 years. What dropped somewhere, stayed there. Ketchup. pasta, whatever. And then he died and was not found before the pay-the-rent-day. There are things landlords are prone to forget to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107566875992154421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107566875992154421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/02/why-does-my-room-look-so-good.html' title='why does my room look so good'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107516213081799699</id><published>2004-01-26T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T19:10:23.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HIV</title><summary type='text'>Va'ike palve Mina teie vend kes ma olen usas. Sina kes sa oled abivalmis. Sinu kirjad tulgu. Ingliskeelne teadmine eesti aidsist, HIVist saagu teadmiseks ka minule, nii maa alt kui maa pealt. Saagu see juhtuma v6i ta'napa'ev. Nimetu usa tudengi pa'ralt saab olema au igavesti. :onnistet olgu k6ik abivalmid ja teised olgu va'gi teie pa'ralt* *May the Force be with You</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107516213081799699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107516213081799699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/01/hiv.html' title='HIV'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107431293215317223</id><published>2004-01-16T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T20:27:11.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE strangest man Part two ( read 1 first)</title><summary type='text'>The man enjoyed himself playing me some songs from the cassette and having me guess who are playing. He explained me the working principles of the universe. And atoms.Do you know what is an atom.He told me about Jim Morrison and the mystery around the LIZARD King. And about the fact that actually reptiles ( ;;do you know what is a reptile. Reptile is a (webster def. following);;) took over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107431293215317223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107431293215317223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/01/strangest-man-part-two-read-1-first.html' title='THE strangest man Part two ( read 1 first)'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107431076837381897</id><published>2004-01-16T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T00:31:49.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the strangest man</title><summary type='text'>I did not know him that well. We had changed a few words, we knew each others names and he mistakenly knew that I am from russia. Usual neighbours thing. Today I walked in the house with a couple of vinyls. The mans room, big enough for two and a half matrasses, is right next to the entrance door. I know music and on some cases having it means a lot to some people. Now that man, he just freaked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107431076837381897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107431076837381897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/01/strangest-man.html' title='the strangest man'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107412004380577408</id><published>2004-01-14T17:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T17:50:29.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nude</title><summary type='text'>One more lesson I`ve learned about cultural differences. In estonia it was fine in karate club, health club, sauna, swimming pool ...  to walk around naked in the bathroom area.  It is ok to have a 15 minutes conversation there with your friends and you having just one sock on. (okay, maybe i got that part wrong) When you`re going to take a shower here after swimming, you`re taking it having your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107412004380577408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107412004380577408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/01/nude.html' title='nude'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107411785499536691</id><published>2004-01-14T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T17:12:52.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-25 celcius</title><summary type='text'>Yes. it was that way last weekend. The results: walmart, K-mart and target are sold out of long underwear and they still haven`t recovered. A frozen pipe in one very particular house in boston and related with that.. a canceled snowboarding trip. I am going this saturday though. Scouts honour.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107411785499536691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107411785499536691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/01/25-celcius.html' title='-25 celcius'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107366097298196741</id><published>2004-01-09T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T10:11:27.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>talk to people or to be exact.. listen to them and say a few words in the right places</title><summary type='text'>I am going snowboarding with my car dealer tomorrow. First time is on his treat and I am going to buy all the necessary equipment from the store of his cousin .. getting a fat 30 % discount.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107366097298196741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107366097298196741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/01/talk-to-people-or-to-be-exact-listen.html' title='talk to people or to be exact.. listen to them and say a few words in the right places'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107352920445397426</id><published>2004-01-07T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T21:41:26.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless</title><summary type='text'>oooh..i got about 20 jolly jolly good vinyls in the local salvation army store..for abot 20 $...Among them one that I`ve been hunting for about 4 years, the soundtrack of THE Movie Un homme et une femme* by Francis Lai. You`ve gotta love those latin soundz!god bless america once againA man and a woman*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107352920445397426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107352920445397426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/01/god-bless.html' title='God bless'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107334590339072906</id><published>2004-01-05T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T18:39:34.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cars</title><summary type='text'>Cars expand the limits of human experience. TOday I woke up. As usual. The weather was nasty and ice was falling down from all the way up there. As usual. And then I went to my car and there it is. A nasty little nail in my tire. New level of being pissed can be achieved through discovering that your extra tire does not have any extra air in it, walking to the gas station to fill it, walking back</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107334590339072906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107334590339072906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/01/cars.html' title='Cars'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107319276171636697</id><published>2004-01-03T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T00:07:11.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Judgement day</title><summary type='text'>To start with it was a 400 miles 8 hours drive. Not that the road normally is that long nor takes that long. Just silly me and mysterious ways of the ways of Vermont, MAss and New hampshire. Luckily not Main. Now that would be a bit embarassing.Myra`s parents were overwhelmingly happy to see me and we all had jolly good time. Myras mother had some hard time dealing with me not being (BOTH!!!) a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107319276171636697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107319276171636697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2004/01/judgement-day.html' title='The Judgement day'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107239912095227760</id><published>2003-12-25T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T19:39:41.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No shit</title><summary type='text'>Today is the 9th day of the rest of my life.And it is still groovin`.No more blood sausage and a thing known as mulgi kapsad of cource.But who cares. Yes. Major changes. Instead of reading about mental disorders I`m working with the people who have it, instead of Honda I am driving a VVV, instead of karate club I am a member of a kickboxing club. Instead of dreaming about hills i`m going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107239912095227760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107239912095227760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/12/no-shit.html' title='No shit'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107108124785626214</id><published>2003-12-10T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T13:34:53.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Scout</title><summary type='text'>So, there I was standing behind the bulletproof glass and smiling broadly to the man on the other side. US embassy officer.-Training program. Wow. What are you going to do there?- I´m going to work with people who have schizophrenia. - People like you are so much inspiration for all of us here (: a sparkling smile :)- Thank you (smiling as broad as it goes :))))))))- And You are coming back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107108124785626214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107108124785626214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/12/scout.html' title='The Scout'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107088274871550395</id><published>2003-12-08T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T06:27:52.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A sin</title><summary type='text'>So here I am, adapting ADHD test into estonian language and culture. One of the many tests I was forced to give out to parents as well was attitudes test IBI. The reasoning behind it is that once you are giving out tests to anyone, give them as many as possible. Question 8 - If a person makes a sin, he(she) deserves reprehension.So, one of the parents added his question - What is a sin? Phone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107088274871550395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107088274871550395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/12/sin.html' title='A sin'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107063544371475275</id><published>2003-12-05T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T10:27:33.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The roots</title><summary type='text'>I feel my roots coming out of the soil, slowly. Not that they have ever been in there deep.Did you have a passion, as a child just discovering the world or as a misunderstood teenager, for faraway countries, foreign fairy tales, the sea, deep blue skies, the hills, the trails, the woods, fast rivers, people you havenÂ´t met, yet, all the unknown worlds living on their own? Well, I still have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107063544371475275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107063544371475275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/12/roots.html' title='The roots'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107063497405008793</id><published>2003-12-05T09:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T09:36:54.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Event</title><summary type='text'>I have to report about this  because of the peculiar essence of the event.The sun has been seen this morning!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107063497405008793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107063497405008793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/12/event.html' title='The Event'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-107027147144911258</id><published>2003-12-01T04:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T04:38:27.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>high wave</title><summary type='text'>The global pattern of my life is that I have after about every 3 months an about 3 weeks long low energy period. I´m getting on the high wave right now. It is quite worth the 3 week period. Low energy period is kind of good as well, since that is just about only time I read books. And not textbooks but Kerouac, Pelevin, Hornby, Dostojevski. That kind of crap. Mmm. It gives me time to put things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107027147144911258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/107027147144911258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/12/high-wave.html' title='high wave'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106917804456908063</id><published>2003-11-18T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T05:00:29.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><summary type='text'>These are from an event designed specially for psychology freshmen.Well, some of them are kind of good. Besides having me on them which is good anyway. Discounts make students smileThe chiefs speach is always a very touching for our freshmen. Henri hanson is having hard time hiding his tearsOn events like these I often have to use all my strenghth to keep all these beautiful ladies away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106917804456908063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106917804456908063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106915065781142952</id><published>2003-11-18T05:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T05:18:01.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication is the key</title><summary type='text'>Well the thing is that i was waiting for some documents. For long time. Some important papers. Necessary for getting DS-2019. Yeah, I can´t go to work officially in the US without that one. Apparently the documents lady sent me an e-mail with documents more than a month ago. And she was thinking all the time that i already have those papers. I never saw the e-mail. That will cost me about 400$ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106915065781142952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106915065781142952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/11/communication-is-key.html' title='Communication is the key'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106821856328176918</id><published>2003-11-07T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:24:15.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neoropharmacology - the beaten track</title><summary type='text'>They had pipes in their brains. Their names were MD-35 and MD-34. Just to make the Investigator feel more comfortable at the time when he killed one of them. Tonight. 5 oælock. The MD-35 was already dead at the time. Nobody really knows how he died but it is suspected that it was a suicide. He was found this evening - having his little pink nose and mouth under water. At two o´clock he was all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106821856328176918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106821856328176918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/11/neoropharmacology-beaten-track.html' title='Neoropharmacology - the beaten track'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106726693678802069</id><published>2003-10-27T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T10:02:16.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making through one very important nonoptional you´reamannotaboy initiation rite</title><summary type='text'>I drove a car in an ugly snowstorm in the middle of night on a bad road with a car which had summer tires. We´ll, 25 miles an hour I drove but still.These people!One day I´ll ban the horns.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106726693678802069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106726693678802069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/making-through-one-very-important.html' title='Making through one very important nonoptional you´reamannotaboy initiation rite'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106726533405175401</id><published>2003-10-27T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T09:35:33.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i´m a dj</title><summary type='text'>well,all you really need is 20 pounds of records You like,a friend who has two professional turntables and a mixerand another friend who is desperate.And arrogance is also needed. Or lets say attitude.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106726533405175401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106726533405175401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/im-dj.html' title='i´m a dj'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106699517331731829</id><published>2003-10-24T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T07:32:52.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The breakthrough in statistics</title><summary type='text'>USA Today has come out with a new survey: Apparently three out of four people make up 75 percent of the population. --David Letterman - the USA All Star</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106699517331731829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106699517331731829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/breakthrough-in-statistics.html' title='The breakthrough in statistics'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106699490867439745</id><published>2003-10-24T07:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T07:28:28.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream .. </title><summary type='text'>My biggest current dream is to be a catalyzer. As soon as I would be somewhere, things would start reacting, pubble ... So the things would always boil around me. Just like that.But I guess I´d have to start being an extrovert first.Here´s the challenge. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106699490867439745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106699490867439745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream .. '/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106692537591762810</id><published>2003-10-23T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T07:15:53.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To transform smoothly</title><summary type='text'>here is the last one tranlated to english.Philosophy for psychologists and semioticians. And for philosophers and culture anthropologists and every other metaperson there is. And for all the wanna-bes also. "Life in this world is, as it were, a sojourn in a cave. What can we know of reality? For all we see of the true nature of existence is, shall we say, no more than the bewildering and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106692537591762810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106692537591762810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/to-transform-smoothly.html' title='To transform smoothly'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106682150581870564</id><published>2003-10-22T07:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T07:18:25.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosoofiat psühhologidele ja semiootikutele. Ja filosoofidele ja kultuuriantropoloogidele ja muidumetainimestele.  Ja igast vannabiidele</title><summary type='text'>"Siin ilmas elades," sõnas ta, " nagu öeldakse viibime me justkui koopas. Mida võime me tegelikkusest teada? Tõelisusest näeme me ainult hämmeldavaid ja lõbustavaid varje - neid heidab koopaseinale ülima tõe tundmatu pimestav valgus, millest vahel võime eristada tõe nõrka kuma; meie, koopaelanikest tarkuseotsijad, võime vaid tõsta oma hääle selle nähtamatu poole ja alandlikult paluda: "No tee </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106682150581870564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106682150581870564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/filosoofiat-pshhologidele-ja.html' title='Filosoofiat psühhologidele ja semiootikutele. Ja filosoofidele ja kultuuriantropoloogidele ja muidumetainimestele.  Ja igast vannabiidele'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106558086946454565</id><published>2003-10-07T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T22:41:09.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lesbian art</title><summary type='text'>Kaisin just vaatamas UCONNi campuses kohaliku vikerkaarekeskuse korraldet tykki Lauren Cruxilt.Monoloogid, lood ja sotsiaalsed kommentaarid. Daam. 56. Kes yksi taitis terve lava nii et sarises. Lesbi. Lesbi. Lesbi. Psyhhoterapeut. Lesbi. Kel on lesbian life. Ja ainsaks seksfantaasiaks kus ta ise on ise on teiseks osapooleks yks tuntud vanemapoolne naisnaitleja.Lisapoint muidugi tema </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106558086946454565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106558086946454565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/lesbian-art.html' title='lesbian art'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106548211522580831</id><published>2003-10-06T19:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T19:15:15.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm</title><summary type='text'>5$ all that you can eat chinese place...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106548211522580831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106548211522580831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/mmm.html' title='mmm'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106514041771586603</id><published>2003-10-02T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T20:20:17.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mu walkmani garantii...</title><summary type='text'>ytleb et k6ige muu hulgas ei vastuta Sony kahju eest mis synnib acts of God labi. Vaimusilmas naen end juba migis offissis kolme soni palgalise rabiga va`itlemas teemal kas la`a`tse la`bik6rbemine oli koigewagewama tahe v6i mitte. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106514041771586603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106514041771586603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/mu-walkmani-garantii.html' title='mu walkmani garantii...'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106512024332692323</id><published>2003-10-02T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T14:44:02.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kohalikke mitteuudiseid</title><summary type='text'>Linnakese Main Streetil on paremaid paevi ilmselt mitte kunagi nainud maja millel roosas neoonkirjas siramas HOOKER HOTEL. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106512024332692323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106512024332692323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/kohalikke-mitteuudiseid.html' title='kohalikke mitteuudiseid'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106512020645512659</id><published>2003-10-02T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T14:43:25.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kohalikke uudiseid</title><summary type='text'>Connecticuti heroiinipealinnas willimanticus, kus viimased neli kuud olen resideerunud vahistati hiljuti diiler. Asja tegi mainimisvaarseks vaid see, et ta vahistati surnuaias, kus ta oma kontori oli sisse seadnud. Konteklstiks primm yledoosi ja vahel ka musta kraami katte surnute kohalike hulk. Kohalikus MacDonaldsis tootanud pubepoiss tappis koos oma veelisegimitteniipubest tytriks6braga </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106512020645512659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106512020645512659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/10/kohalikke-uudiseid.html' title='kohalikke uudiseid'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106496444159011483</id><published>2003-09-30T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T19:27:21.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>kuis 6nn 6uele saabus</title><summary type='text'>sain tookohapea kergelt kumiseb nagu oleks promill seessotspsyhhi seaduspara ytleb et mida raskemini on grupi liikmestaatus saavutet, seda k6rgemini seda vaartustad. Sellest siis see meeleliigutuspisar veel kymneid aastaid hiljem oma 6llesegust korporatsiooniaega meenutadesyle elanuna oma elu professionaalseimad personalivaliku intervjuud ja k6ikv6imalikke soovituskirju ja dokustaate taga </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106496444159011483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106496444159011483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/09/kuis-6nn-6uele-saabus.html' title='kuis 6nn 6uele saabus'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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-5478387.post-106426402695223925</id><published>2003-09-22T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T16:53:46.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>prohvet Maltsvet, anno 1863</title><summary type='text'>...ja vahem kui kymme paiva parast mihklipaiva kahetuhandema kolmandal issanda aastal saab tema jalg taas maarjamaale astuma ja olgu nieetud koik kesse selleks aiaks kuoki ei tie. Tema tuleb pohjast kangete mieste maalt paratusuure valge laeva selgan ja tema saab olema vaene kuin kirkrurott. Aga temaga kaib kaasa ennenagamatu rehkendussemassin mitme maa ja mere tagant. Ja siis saavad  olema </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106426402695223925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5478387/posts/default/106426402695223925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://komm.blogspot.com/2003/09/prohvet-maltsvet-anno-1863.html' title='prohvet Maltsvet, anno 1863'/><author><name>vurrunurr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14281149562811020710</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></feed>
