<?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-6443647480115376010</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:57:21.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Terranova</title><subtitle type='html'>An Automatic Writing Experiment</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tom Terranova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10092497504858431760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzgt90PivM8/S74oGBTZpWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AiT8hedKacw/S220/tabbydasher.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443647480115376010.post-7011755514598533542</id><published>2007-09-21T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T18:31:39.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anomalies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.glamnesia.com/img/odd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every day I make jokes&lt;br /&gt;that go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 2 co-workers were getting&lt;br /&gt;South American food. They said,&lt;br /&gt;"We're going to South America for&lt;br /&gt;lunch. Does anyone want anything?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said: "Bring me back an 8-ball&lt;br /&gt;of coke and a pan flute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no one noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've done studies on how the&lt;br /&gt;human brain goes into different&lt;br /&gt;brain-wave states. At supermarkets,&lt;br /&gt;people tend to go into a passive,&lt;br /&gt;almost hypnotic state. When a&lt;br /&gt;bizarre and inappropriate item is&lt;br /&gt;placed on a shelf - such as a big&lt;br /&gt;hunk of red meat in the cereal aisle -&lt;br /&gt;most people don't notice it because&lt;br /&gt;of their brain state. Even though &lt;br /&gt;the visual info may flow past the&lt;br /&gt;optic nerves, it's not tagged for&lt;br /&gt;recognition or analysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life, I often feel like I'm that&lt;br /&gt;piece of red meat in the cereal aisle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - This is not a sad post.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443647480115376010-7011755514598533542?l=tomterranova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/feeds/7011755514598533542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443647480115376010&amp;postID=7011755514598533542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/7011755514598533542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/7011755514598533542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/2007/09/undetected-humor.html' title='Anomalies'/><author><name>Tom Terranova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10092497504858431760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzgt90PivM8/S74oGBTZpWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AiT8hedKacw/S220/tabbydasher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443647480115376010.post-1730456786737045830</id><published>2007-09-18T15:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T15:11:21.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Took a Lickin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I Took A Lickin' From A Chicken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.glamnesia.com/img/chick.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I've wanted this electronic game since the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a description from the Internet:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a primitive handheld electronic game&lt;br /&gt;from the 1980s in which you play tic-tac-toe&lt;br /&gt;against a chicken. You choose your square on the&lt;br /&gt;keyboard; and then the chicken, pecking away&lt;br /&gt;under a plastic bubble, makes a selection from&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;i&gt;own&lt;/i&gt; little keypad. And the chicken&lt;br /&gt;is &lt;i&gt;very&lt;/i&gt; difficult to beat."&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443647480115376010-1730456786737045830?l=tomterranova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/feeds/1730456786737045830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443647480115376010&amp;postID=1730456786737045830' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/1730456786737045830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/1730456786737045830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-took-lickin.html' title='I Took a Lickin&apos;'/><author><name>Tom Terranova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10092497504858431760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzgt90PivM8/S74oGBTZpWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AiT8hedKacw/S220/tabbydasher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443647480115376010.post-7429690257356626923</id><published>2007-09-15T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:25:21.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Memo</title><content type='html'>If you're in a social setting&lt;br /&gt;where you're surrounded by friends and admirers&lt;br /&gt;look for someone who's alone and awkward&lt;br /&gt;and engage them (without being patronizing)&lt;br /&gt;so that their personality shines&lt;br /&gt;and others are drawn to them.&lt;br /&gt;Simply connecting the dots&lt;br /&gt;can change the geometry of a room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Most people can read body language&lt;br /&gt;but not everyone can spot a subtext.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, fans, and acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;create a comfort zone around you&lt;br /&gt;and can induce a kind of glamnesia -&lt;br /&gt;but you must struggle to remember&lt;br /&gt;the things that you'd rather forget&lt;br /&gt;and stop yourself from looking away&lt;br /&gt;when you see your own reflection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443647480115376010-7429690257356626923?l=tomterranova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/feeds/7429690257356626923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443647480115376010&amp;postID=7429690257356626923' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/7429690257356626923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/7429690257356626923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/2007/09/internal-memo.html' title='Internal Memo'/><author><name>Tom Terranova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10092497504858431760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzgt90PivM8/S74oGBTZpWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AiT8hedKacw/S220/tabbydasher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443647480115376010.post-7330273608690069807</id><published>2007-09-14T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:15:40.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actors and Liars</title><content type='html'>Sometimes great actors make terrible liars.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes great liars make terrible actors.&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting dichotomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you seek to understand either one -&lt;br /&gt;whether an actor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; a liar -&lt;br /&gt;it's often best to ask yourself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's their motivation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443647480115376010-7330273608690069807?l=tomterranova.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzgt90PivM8/S74oGBTZpWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AiT8hedKacw/S220/tabbydasher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443647480115376010.post-6729133734361749302</id><published>2007-09-06T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T18:27:16.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirrors</title><content type='html'>Have you ever stood in front of a mirror&lt;br /&gt;and looked yourself in the eye?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when I do that&lt;br /&gt;and I hold my own gaze for a few moments&lt;br /&gt;something strange and chilling happens.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly it's as if&lt;br /&gt;there's a stranger in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;looking back at me with malevolence&lt;br /&gt;and I could almost swear&lt;br /&gt;that someone else was there.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443647480115376010-6729133734361749302?l=tomterranova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/feeds/6729133734361749302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443647480115376010&amp;postID=6729133734361749302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/6729133734361749302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/6729133734361749302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/2007/09/have-you-ever-stood-in-front-of-mirror.html' title='Mirrors'/><author><name>Tom Terranova</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10092497504858431760</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rzgt90PivM8/S74oGBTZpWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/AiT8hedKacw/S220/tabbydasher.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443647480115376010.post-4663757419354396489</id><published>2007-09-05T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T18:43:45.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Me Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's me again.&lt;br /&gt;I know - I should have called first.&lt;br /&gt;I should have done a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;But that's neither Here nor There&lt;br /&gt;and I don't have a lot of time.&lt;br /&gt;There's some things I need to tell you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6443647480115376010-4663757419354396489?l=tomterranova.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/feeds/4663757419354396489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6443647480115376010&amp;postID=4663757419354396489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/4663757419354396489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6443647480115376010/posts/default/4663757419354396489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tomterranova.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-me-again.html' title='It&apos;s Me Again'/><author><name>Tom 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