<?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-7022479</id><updated>2011-07-07T20:36:02.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Otherings</title><subtitle type='html'>Cultural belonging at the edge of place, ethnicity, and upbringing. Irish, American, and bicultural cultural criticism. Insider Knowledge/Outsider Perspective.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>183</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-1624187171910834358</id><published>2008-06-03T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:07:59.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CoppahHead</title><summary type='text'>The next door neighbors were outside shooting hoops, and they saw(and killed) a copperhead snake.  The copperhead is a wicked dangerous snake, and my little kid is only about thirty pounds.  Holy crap, I gotta find a good job back in the Commonwealth.  Who can help out and abet my escape from the Confederacy?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/1624187171910834358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=1624187171910834358&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/1624187171910834358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/1624187171910834358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2008/06/coppahhead.html' title='CoppahHead'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-3241017305184755166</id><published>2007-07-30T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T20:15:33.415-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Symbolismology</title><summary type='text'>I watched my toddler, now just a little over one year old, dealing with language.  She can say mono and duosyllabic things like "hello", "Daddy", "Mommy", and the string of "nonono..."  Then I saw her checking out a fruity cheerio very closely.  She was feeling it, smelling it, seeing it, and eventually tasting it.  She was bringing the fruity cheerio into her world experience.  She was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/3241017305184755166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=3241017305184755166&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/3241017305184755166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/3241017305184755166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2007/07/symbolismology.html' title='Symbolismology'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-74967231089405862</id><published>2007-07-29T08:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T08:39:43.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptable Levels of Self Identification</title><summary type='text'>I was in a meeting at work where the use of affinity groups to disseminate marketing material and bolster volunteerism was discussed.  I'm not sure either one of those things is cool, but here it was, being discussed by people with big heads and degrees in this stuff.  They were saying that it is OK to market the Firm as "the right firm for Latin Americans" to Latinos and the "right firm for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/74967231089405862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=74967231089405862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/74967231089405862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/74967231089405862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2007/07/acceptable-levels-of-self.html' title='Acceptable Levels of Self Identification'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-9155104431004562306</id><published>2007-06-28T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T19:01:00.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old is New</title><summary type='text'>I guess I can write to this after all.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/9155104431004562306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=9155104431004562306&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/9155104431004562306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/9155104431004562306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2007/06/old-is-new.html' title='Old is New'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-4707087698733381826</id><published>2007-01-20T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T16:37:59.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Sessions at the Irish Cultural Centre</title><summary type='text'>Every Saturday at 8 PM come enjoy a session of traditional tunes and songs at the  Irish Cultural Centre of New England with some of the best msucians and singers in the Boston area.Irish Cultural Centre of New England200 New Boston DriveCanton, MA 02021United States781-821-8291office@irishculture.orgSean Kane hosts area trad musicians for inclusive and energetic weekly sessions of tunes and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/4707087698733381826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=4707087698733381826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/4707087698733381826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/4707087698733381826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2007/01/saturday-sessions-at-irish-cultural.html' title='Saturday Sessions at the Irish Cultural Centre'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-116760714186050567</id><published>2006-12-31T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:19:01.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no posts</title><summary type='text'>It's embarrassing when you can't remember your password to log in. Thanks to Traveler as usual for the excellent posts and keeping this blog afloat. I am stuck in a year of classes for a 2nd masters--a circumstance to which I think Traveler can relate. Life is busy--surprise. Reading here with enjoyment at least.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/116760714186050567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=116760714186050567&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116760714186050567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116760714186050567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/12/long-time-no-posts.html' title='Long time no posts'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-116760680602631071</id><published>2006-12-31T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T18:13:26.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sean's song on National Public Radio Website</title><summary type='text'>Hi All:I thought I'd mention this:National Public Radio's website hosts a program called Open Mic, forunsigned acts.On January 2nd, 2007, my song A Nation of One  will be the featuredsong at this link: NPR Open MicOr:  http://www.npr.org/templates/topics/topic.php?topicid=1094The song, a few pictures, and a short biography and song explanation will be featured along with a link to the actual song</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.npr.org/templates/topics/topic.php?topicid=1094' title='Sean&apos;s song on National Public Radio Website'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/116760680602631071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=116760680602631071&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116760680602631071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116760680602631071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/12/seans-song-on-national-public-radio.html' title='Sean&apos;s song on National Public Radio Website'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-116535079182614603</id><published>2006-12-05T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:33:11.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Ireland</title><summary type='text'>I was just able, for the first time, to access and listen to the music that Borderliner has on the web.  It is good stuff, and I think he should be doing more of it, or at least sharing more of it.  Of course I love them all, but I found the most poignant to be Back in Ireland.  It speaks to the same emotion I have every time I go or come. Recently too, I have taken a job that keeps me bound to </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.seankane.us/' title='Back in Ireland'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/116535079182614603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=116535079182614603&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116535079182614603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116535079182614603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/12/back-in-ireland.html' title='Back in Ireland'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-116533146092060886</id><published>2006-12-05T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T10:11:01.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mojo</title><summary type='text'>My daughter asked me yesterday, "Dad, what's mojo mean?"  I told her to ask her mother, but her mother didn't know.  When the daughter said this, I nearly fell off the couch.  I explained to the daughter that Mojo is an Americanization of the Akan idea of Moja, usually spelled Modwa, which is the literal word for blood.  The idea of modwa is that each individual has a unique spiritual dimension </summary><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mojo' title='Mojo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/116533146092060886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=116533146092060886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116533146092060886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116533146092060886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/12/mojo.html' title='Mojo'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-116257734828716805</id><published>2006-11-03T13:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T13:09:08.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Masque</title><summary type='text'>Halloween is New Year’s Eve for us Celts.  It marks the time of year when the sun recedes and pulls with it the barrier between the material world and the spirit world.  Because of this, spirits may be more active and may have much more of an impact on the wake a day world through which we move around this time, and on until the sun returns.  Let me tell you something that caught my eye this </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.andrew.cmu.edu/course/60-105/finals/Cumming_M/&apos;cumming_m.html' title='Masque'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/116257734828716805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=116257734828716805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116257734828716805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116257734828716805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/11/masque.html' title='Masque'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-116223861576724134</id><published>2006-10-30T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T15:03:35.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Strange or Funny Ha Ha?</title><summary type='text'>My wife and daughters and I were watching Showtime at the Apollo on TV yesterday.  My wife thinks it is great that there are venues where amateurs can go to get discovered without having a panel of judges compare them to experts.  This time, though, there was a comedian doing an act about being involved in an interracial marriage and how it affected his kids.  The Apollo is a mostly black venue </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/116223861576724134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=116223861576724134&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116223861576724134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116223861576724134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/10/funny-strange-or-funny-ha-ha.html' title='Funny Strange or Funny Ha Ha?'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-116015750253719739</id><published>2006-10-06T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-06T13:58:22.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka Ja Baek Du San!</title><summary type='text'>Pyongyang soju is supposed to be the best in the world.  And the different kinds of kim-chi in the north are said to be magnificent.  Why, then, can we not drink and eat them?  Why aren’t there shelves in all of the Korean markets all around the US dedicated to products from the DPRK? North Korean communism isn’t a form of government only; it is a form of mass psychosis.  Harsh words?  Yes. I </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.echopolyglot.com/Past%20Articles/December%202004/Park.htm' title='Ka Ja Baek Du San!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/116015750253719739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=116015750253719739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116015750253719739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/116015750253719739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/10/ka-ja-baek-du-san.html' title='Ka Ja Baek Du San!'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-115954882227896643</id><published>2006-09-29T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T12:53:42.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock the Casbah</title><summary type='text'>I was listening to the radio on my morning commute and there was a discussion between the NPR guy and an author, Neil Ferguson I think his name was.  He had written a book called War of the World or something to that effect.  His point in the book was that there is a historical trend toward violence and chaos when certain historical precedents are present and when conditions are just so.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/115954882227896643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=115954882227896643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115954882227896643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115954882227896643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/09/rock-casbah.html' title='Rock the Casbah'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-115947163615587918</id><published>2006-09-28T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T08:46:08.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Adventures One Afternoon</title><summary type='text'>Before I get into the story part of this, I just wanted to say that I just saw a Richmond bus painted like a bus going the other way, and the windows were painted like the interior of the backward bus with people inside freaking out. It was a trippy thing to see in such a conservative city. Odd.Anyways, here are my latest big adventures. I just took a walk around the city at lunch time. I went up</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.richmondriverfront.com/cwvisitorcenter.shtml' title='Big Adventures One Afternoon'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/115947163615587918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=115947163615587918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115947163615587918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115947163615587918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/09/big-adventures-one-afternoon.html' title='Big Adventures One Afternoon'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-115879261852601612</id><published>2006-09-20T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:50:18.543-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><summary type='text'>It is now mid September and Fall should be happening, but it is not.  I have taken all of those colorful leaves for granted for too long, even on the trees that line the streets of a little city.  I am thinking very seriously of taking my girls out to West Virginia to take a scenic ride on a steam locomotive just to breathe in the Fall.  Don't laugh.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.mountainrail.com/durbin_rocket.html' title='Fall'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/115879261852601612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=115879261852601612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115879261852601612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115879261852601612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-115566580046322744</id><published>2006-08-15T14:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T14:16:40.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obversity</title><summary type='text'>What could be the opposite of diversity?  Could the appreciation of diversity be a perishable thing?  I recently had to attend a training session at my gigantic company, entitled, "Valuing Diversity".  I think the training was poorly planned and poorly delivered, and could have done more harm to the cause of "valuing" diversity than good.I haven't been overseas for a long time now.  I haven't </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.diversityactions.com/' title='Obversity'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/115566580046322744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=115566580046322744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115566580046322744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115566580046322744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/08/obversity.html' title='Obversity'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-115566457058600828</id><published>2006-08-15T13:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T13:56:10.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ownership</title><summary type='text'>I read Cornelius Quick's post on Possession and at first was not astute enough to pick up its central theme. I think I get it now. I am in many ways very obtuse. I am a product of the street on which I grew up as well as a product of the house on that street. I understand it to be related to the comedian's parable about the two athletes who are interviewed after a game; one a winner and one a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://fadinghistory.blogspot.com/2006/08/possession.html' title='Ownership'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/115566457058600828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=115566457058600828&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115566457058600828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/115566457058600828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/08/ownership.html' title='Ownership'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-114330826747073319</id><published>2006-03-25T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:36:05.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Concert April 17th, Gamm Theatre, Pawtucket, RI, 7-9pm</title><summary type='text'>PURCHASE TICKETS THROUGH THE GAMM.GAIL: 401-723-4266gail@gammtheatre.orgHello!BG reminded me that I should post this early rather than last minute.On Monday, April 17th, 2006 I will be playing a special show at the Gamm Theatre in Pawtucket, RI. Fiddler Amy Basse, mandolinist Michael Kelleher, and tin whistle and banjo player Stu Peak will accompany me on the Gamm stage from 7-9pm.A trad session </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.gammtheatre.org/matriarch/default.asp' title='Big Concert April 17th, Gamm Theatre, Pawtucket, RI, 7-9pm'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/114330826747073319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=114330826747073319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114330826747073319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114330826747073319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/03/big-concert-april-17th-gamm-theatre.html' title='Big Concert April 17th, Gamm Theatre, Pawtucket, RI, 7-9pm'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-114236713697820653</id><published>2006-03-14T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:12:16.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>St Pat's Day gigs!</title><summary type='text'>Hello:This is the busy time of year for Irish music!C.B. O'Hanley's on Thursday from 9pm to close, with Amy Basse.St Pat's Day: 1-4pm and 8pm-close at Brennan's.Hope you can make both!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/114236713697820653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=114236713697820653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114236713697820653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114236713697820653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/03/st-pats-day-gigs.html' title='St Pat&apos;s Day gigs!'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-114141962365823866</id><published>2006-03-03T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T16:00:23.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig tonight  Brennans</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/114141962365823866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=114141962365823866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114141962365823866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114141962365823866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/03/gig-tonight-brennans.html' title='Gig tonight  Brennans'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-114141958468353826</id><published>2006-03-03T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T15:59:44.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music suggestion</title><summary type='text'>Hey Traveler:Do you have any cool 'world music' song or band suggestions? Just got a nano . . .Thanks!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/114141958468353826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=114141958468353826&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114141958468353826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114141958468353826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/03/music-suggestion.html' title='Music suggestion'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-114098812533160674</id><published>2006-02-26T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T16:08:45.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New website</title><summary type='text'>Hi.Aside from trying to finish recording, I've developed the beginnings of a website:www.seankane.us/as well as a myspace account:www.myspace.com/seankmusicCheck them out if you get a chance. Thanks.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/114098812533160674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=114098812533160674&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114098812533160674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114098812533160674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-website.html' title='New website'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-114009300010015677</id><published>2006-02-16T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T07:30:00.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Speak American?</title><summary type='text'>I just watched the PBS special "Do You Speak American?" hosted by Jim McNeil of News Hour fame.  One of the many fascinating points was that our language is becoming more localized rather than less localized.  I thought for sure in the age of television and instant communication that our language would become more homogeneous.  It has not.  In fact, African-American speech has started down the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/114009300010015677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=114009300010015677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114009300010015677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/114009300010015677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/02/do-you-speak-american.html' title='Do You Speak American?'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113960698827636103</id><published>2006-02-10T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T16:29:48.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute Gig Tonight</title><summary type='text'>Hello.Tim FitzPatrick asked me if I would sit in for him this evening at the seisiun at the Irish Cultural Centre in Canton. Happy to!8pm-?ICC200 New Boston Drive (off rt 138)Canton, MA 02021ICC</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113960698827636103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113960698827636103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113960698827636103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113960698827636103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-minute-gig-tonight.html' title='Last Minute Gig Tonight'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113909339519130163</id><published>2006-02-04T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T17:49:55.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113909339519130163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113909339519130163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113909339519130163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113909339519130163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/02/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113907357439176850</id><published>2006-02-04T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T12:19:34.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. President is an Enemy of the People</title><summary type='text'>This is a personal post, not representing the views of Traveler, and not related to theme of the blog.I feel I have to post about what is going on in this country. I have never felt such a sense of urgency. It goes beyond my usual hyperbole in political ranting. Currently I don't care about the usual left or right arguments, about individualism, or the welfare state, or social justice, or hawks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113907357439176850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113907357439176850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113907357439176850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113907357439176850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/02/mr-president-is-enemy-of-people.html' title='Mr. President is an Enemy of the People'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113898369632006397</id><published>2006-02-03T11:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:21:36.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Traveler</title><summary type='text'>Hello!Thanks for carrying this blog! I have been swamped with a new job, and with any free time, I have been recording a new cd. I have about 20 minutes of it mastered, with another 20 to go. Sorry for absence of posts. I will try to get back on the stick. I have been reading however.Hope you don't go all Southern (completely) on us!I wish you could come out tonight: We are playing at Brennan's--</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113898369632006397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113898369632006397&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113898369632006397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113898369632006397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/02/thanks-traveler.html' title='Thanks Traveler'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113891353941648897</id><published>2006-02-02T15:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:52:19.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Fright</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday my daughter pointed out, “Mommy’s black, you’re white, and I’m tayen.”  “What,” I asked, “are you?”“Tayen,” she replied.“What is tayen?” I further inquired.“Tayen is a color between black and white.  Like brown but not as brown,” she said.A shock of fright went through my body like a bucket of ice water thrown over me as I realized that she was saying “tan”, but had drawn it out into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113891353941648897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113891353941648897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113891353941648897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113891353941648897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/02/true-fright.html' title='True Fright'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113734486509204116</id><published>2006-01-15T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T12:07:47.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Othering Reprise</title><summary type='text'>In a previous post I opined on the propriety of the military's polciy for interacting with civilians in the Arab world, particularly Iraq, saying that lack of cultural sensitivity causes more hearts and minds to be lossed than gained.  I heard on NPR while heading home from work that there was a publication in an Army periodical which stated the same thing, and that it was particularly shocking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113734486509204116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113734486509204116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113734486509204116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113734486509204116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/01/extreme-othering-reprise.html' title='Extreme Othering Reprise'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113693683484016997</id><published>2006-01-10T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T18:47:14.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Borderliner</title><summary type='text'>Many devoted followers of this hugely popular site are wondering, "Where is Borderliner"?  It will only be a matter of days before they take to the streets.  Who can forestall this civil unrest?  Only the Borderliner!  Come out of hiding!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113693683484016997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113693683484016997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113693683484016997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113693683484016997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/01/borderliner.html' title='Borderliner'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113657653245121816</id><published>2006-01-06T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T14:42:12.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sesa Me Ewurade, Sesa Me O</title><summary type='text'>I was just thinking how after I had stopped my wanderings and had locked myself in a cube in corporate America I used to sit and, sometimes for hours, daydream about swaying palm trees and ancient temples, minarets and thunderous waves.  It was a feeling not unlike those I had as a child trapped in a classroom, wishing I was on the playground or off adventuring with my cousin Paul.I don't do that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113657653245121816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113657653245121816&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113657653245121816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113657653245121816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2006/01/sesa-me-ewurade-sesa-me-o.html' title='Sesa Me Ewurade, Sesa Me O'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113535114997626975</id><published>2005-12-23T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T10:19:10.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season</title><summary type='text'>Christmas is only a couple of days away.  I am reminded of celebrations of Christmas in other cultures.  In the Akan tradition the children dress up in their best clothes and go door to door showing off their finery.  When the children come to your door you are expected to dote and to give them candy.  It is a very interactive tradition and there is not so much focus on the giving and receiving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113535114997626975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113535114997626975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113535114997626975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113535114997626975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/12/season.html' title='The Season'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113510894217154812</id><published>2005-12-20T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:02:22.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Othering</title><summary type='text'>I was watching a show on TV a couple days ago and it was all about wounded American soldiers coming back from Iraq.  They all talked about how it was so important to take care of each other in the midst of life threatening danger.  They said a lot about being there for each other and doing whatever was necessary to make sure they all came home together, and safe.  These are things one would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113510894217154812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113510894217154812&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113510894217154812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113510894217154812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/12/extreme-othering.html' title='Extreme Othering'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113476100129380491</id><published>2005-12-16T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:23:21.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Winter Day</title><summary type='text'>I realize today how different my new surroundings are, really.  It is sunny and in the fifties here today, and this close to Christmas I am used to bitter cold.  It is quite different, but, I must admit- rather pleasant.  Maybe I'll wait until after winter to visit the north again...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113476100129380491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113476100129380491&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113476100129380491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113476100129380491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/12/sunny-winter-day.html' title='Sunny Winter Day'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113349162741504093</id><published>2005-12-01T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:47:07.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peep this...</title><summary type='text'>http://excitingtruestories.blogspot.com/</summary><link rel='related' href='http://excitingtruestories.blogspot.com/' title='Peep this...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113349162741504093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113349162741504093&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113349162741504093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113349162741504093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/12/peep-this.html' title='Peep this...'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113113442058272487</id><published>2005-11-04T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T15:00:20.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Othering and Spam:</title><summary type='text'>There are a couple of points to be made about the connection between othering and Spam, particularly in reference to the mainland of the USA and the Hawaiian Islands.  The first is “outward” othering.  During the Second World War the Hawaiian Islands were a very important strategic base from which the war in the Pacific was supplied.  The people of the Hawaiian Islands didn’t have much in the way</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113113442058272487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113113442058272487&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113113442058272487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113113442058272487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/11/othering-and-spam_04.html' title='Othering and Spam:'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-113008168996736734</id><published>2005-10-23T11:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T11:36:58.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GIG TODAY</title><summary type='text'>Hi.I am playing today at Brennan's Grille (Blackthorne) at 3pm with Amy Basse (www.amybasse.com)Brennan's is running a hurricane benefit concert from 1-4pm, with three acts. We are headlining. $10. Free apps.Stay for the seisiun after!Turnpike St (RTE 138) S. Easton, MA 02375508-238-9017Contact: Steve Brennanwww.brennansgrille.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/113008168996736734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=113008168996736734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113008168996736734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/113008168996736734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/10/gig-today.html' title='GIG TODAY'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112980763792056654</id><published>2005-10-20T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T07:27:17.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cogito Ergo Me nTumi nKyere Hwee</title><summary type='text'>I have been so busy at school and work that I haven't been able to post.  I am, however, building my capacity to eloquently opine on such intellectual points of interest as standard deviation and confidence intervals.  If you need to find me, look for the blithering madman who is quietly nodding at a meeting, or studiously taking notes.  I could be anyone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112980763792056654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112980763792056654&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112980763792056654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112980763792056654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/10/cogito-ergo-me-ntumi-nkyere-hwee.html' title='Cogito Ergo Me nTumi nKyere Hwee'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112899490477053900</id><published>2005-10-10T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T21:42:56.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas - The Boston Globe</title><summary type='text'>Walter Benn Michaels reviews two novels in the Ideas Section of the Boston Sunday Globe for 10//9/05: Curtis Sittenfield's "Prep" and Tom Wolfe's "I am Charlotte Simmons". The review, entitled "Class Fictions", interests more than the novels reviewed.Michaels understands that both novels make the same argument: That social class in America is a figment of the 'neoliberal imagination'. Or in short</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.boston.com/news/globe/ideas/articles/2005/10/09/class_fictions/?rss_id=Boston+Globe+--+Ideas+Section' title='Ideas - The Boston Globe'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112899490477053900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112899490477053900&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112899490477053900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112899490477053900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/10/ideas-boston-globe.html' title='Ideas - The Boston Globe'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112855659455299859</id><published>2005-10-05T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T19:56:34.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shafting</title><summary type='text'>Of course I was wrong. And I knew it, before the ferry unloaded us unceremoniously at Red Hook without apology."Go see the agent in the harbor," we were told.As it turned out, the agent's office was a plywood kiosk among several others, with a Plexiglas window and a little airhole through which to speak. I had to bend over both to address the opening, and to try and squint through the reflected </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112855659455299859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112855659455299859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112855659455299859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112855659455299859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/10/shafting.html' title='Shafting'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112845608210555574</id><published>2005-10-04T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:01:22.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble in Paradise</title><summary type='text'>To recap:My wife and I were on a Native Son ferry somewhere between Tortola, B.V.I., and St. John, U.S.V.I.The ATM machine in West End, Tortola had rejected both our debit and credit cards.I had ten dollars in my pocket. The only reason we were on the ferry at all was due to the purchase of a return ticket on Native Son several days before. At the time, it had been a mistake: Guides warned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112845608210555574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112845608210555574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112845608210555574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112845608210555574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/10/trouble-in-paradise.html' title='Trouble in Paradise'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112837589892182600</id><published>2005-10-03T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T17:44:58.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spammers Must Die . . .</title><summary type='text'>Enough said. Yes, I am not dead. Just have a new job. Am coming out of the darkness and into the light.Thanks, Traveler, for keeping blog alive in the meantime.Will finish my damn narrative soon.PSCornelius,Any interest in a gig in the beginning of December?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112837589892182600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112837589892182600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112837589892182600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112837589892182600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/10/spammers-must-die.html' title='Spammers Must Die . . .'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112714381280987744</id><published>2005-09-19T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:30:12.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Clash</title><summary type='text'>I stepped into a convenience store to buy a lottery ticket the other day.  I could tell by looking at the owners that they were Korean.  I greeted them in Korean when I came in and they were so glad that I knew a little Korean that we conducted our transaction entirely in Korean.  The old gentleman was especially pleased, as I could tell by the way he smiled and nodded so much, which is not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112714381280987744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112714381280987744&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112714381280987744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112714381280987744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/09/culture-clash.html' title='Culture Clash'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112543322453460316</id><published>2005-08-30T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:20:24.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Poop Island</title><summary type='text'>I am used to fatherhood now. I no longer say the "s" word without thinking about it first.  Which is why I mis-named the island in the title.Birds*it island is a tiny dot of coral off the coast of O'ahu just north of Kailua beach park.  To me it seemed like it was thousands of miles away from shore, but it was really probably about a couple hundred yards or so, give or take.  It is flat enough to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112543322453460316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112543322453460316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112543322453460316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112543322453460316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/08/bird-poop-island.html' title='Bird Poop Island'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112534836571334123</id><published>2005-08-29T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T15:49:26.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isle of Arran- Scotland</title><summary type='text'>There is an island off the west coast of Scotland called Arran.  You can get there by taking the ferry from Greenock, it's not far from Port Glasgow.  When I was a college kid almost twenty years ago now I went to that island with three friends, and we had a wild time.There wasn't much wild to do on the Isle of Arran.  We didn't stay out all night chatting up girls or dancing to flashy beat music</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112534836571334123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112534836571334123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112534836571334123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112534836571334123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/08/isle-of-arran-scotland.html' title='Isle of Arran- Scotland'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112497684993141942</id><published>2005-08-25T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:35:14.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Island Too Far</title><summary type='text'>Bear with me as I relate a quick anecdote about an island I never reached.  It was in West Africa, on the coast, halfway between Axim and Takoradi.  We were staying with the volunteer at Dixcove, but the beach where we partied was a couple miles walk away.  It was called Busua beach.  At that time there was a half built hotel on the beach.  It was an uncomely pile of grey concrete in a tropical </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112497684993141942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112497684993141942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112497684993141942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112497684993141942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/08/island-too-far.html' title='An Island Too Far'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112497248461606574</id><published>2005-08-25T08:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T09:03:50.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oilean Beag</title><summary type='text'>Another quick entry about island hopping.  When I was a student at UCC I went for a weekend to Sherkin Island off the coast of West Cork.  I had all of my camping stuff, which wasn't much back then, and had intended to camp on Cape Clear Island.  When we got to the ferry it seemed that everyone in the universe was going to Cape Clear, so we picked Sherkin for the privacy.  It turned out to be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112497248461606574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112497248461606574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112497248461606574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112497248461606574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/08/oilean-beag.html' title='Oilean Beag'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112370584289017578</id><published>2005-08-10T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:30:42.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Island Visit</title><summary type='text'>In keeping with the island travel theme I offer these few words about a trip I took to an island:I was in my mid to late twenties, living in South Korea.  I had some very good friends with whom I went camping one weekend.  They were a family of four- mother, father, and two daughters, and a fellow teacher who was about thirty I think.  We went camping on a very small island off the southeastern </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112370584289017578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112370584289017578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112370584289017578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112370584289017578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/08/island-visit.html' title='Island Visit'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112326799176976300</id><published>2005-08-05T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T14:53:11.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig tonight</title><summary type='text'>Hi All.I'm playing tonight at Brennan's Irish Grille in S. Easton, MA USA. Rte 138.508-238-9017.9pm.Can you mak it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112326799176976300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112326799176976300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112326799176976300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112326799176976300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/08/gig-tonight.html' title='Gig tonight'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112316973415042585</id><published>2005-08-04T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T11:42:30.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alms Giving</title><summary type='text'>A white collar businessman is walking down the street when he is accosted by a panhandler and asked for a dollar.       "I don't give able-bodied men alms," says the businessman.     "You just don't know how it feels to be hungry," retorts the panhandler.     "Of course I do," replies the businessman, "that's why I work."The common joke above indicates the different views of alms-giving.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112316973415042585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112316973415042585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112316973415042585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112316973415042585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/08/alms-giving.html' title='Alms Giving'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112238290552309025</id><published>2005-07-26T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T09:01:45.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interjecting</title><summary type='text'>Sorry to bust in on this travelogue / narrative of the Borderliner's journey through the physical and cultural environment of the islands, which I am enjoying immensely and very much appreciate.  I just thought it might be an opportune moment to interject.I have never been to the islands, but I would love to go.  Whenever my wife sees pictures of the less developed islands on TV she asks where it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112238290552309025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112238290552309025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112238290552309025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112238290552309025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/interjecting.html' title='Interjecting'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112200903507295763</id><published>2005-07-22T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:10:35.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rum? What Rum?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112200903507295763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112200903507295763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112200903507295763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112200903507295763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/rum-what-rum.html' title='Rum? What Rum?'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112200870863868505</id><published>2005-07-22T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:05:08.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighthouse Villa, Cane Garden Bay, Tortola</title><summary type='text'>That is our place, the white building above Quito's (yellow building). We had the 'penthouse' suite, top floor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112200870863868505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112200870863868505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112200870863868505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112200870863868505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/lighthouse-villa-cane-garden-bay.html' title='Lighthouse Villa, Cane Garden Bay, Tortola'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112200849261648901</id><published>2005-07-22T00:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T01:01:32.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cane Garden Bay, Tortola</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112200849261648901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112200849261648901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112200849261648901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112200849261648901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/cane-garden-bay-tortola.html' title='Cane Garden Bay, Tortola'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112170805550086245</id><published>2005-07-18T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T14:21:47.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conflict in Tortola with a Native Son</title><summary type='text'>So how does this affable if slightly silly American tourist on the West End pier in Tortola turn into a raging adrenaline-shakes monster, ready-to-do physical violence upon the man, or the woman frankly, on the other side of the plexi-glass at the Native Son customer service (bwaaahaha) booth at Red Hook pier in St. Thomas?  Whoo!Answer: We weren't supposed to be in Red Hook, but in Charlotte </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112170805550086245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112170805550086245&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112170805550086245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112170805550086245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/conflict-in-tortola-with-native-son.html' title='Conflict in Tortola with a Native Son'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112163552644514561</id><published>2005-07-17T16:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T11:14:42.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loyalty, Fidelity, and Balto</title><summary type='text'>While watching Disney's Balto with my kid's the other day, I was struck by the unexpected ending. The animation ends and we see a statue dedicated to the team of dogs that actually brought critically-needed medicine to the remote Alaskan(?) town, in the 20's.The motto read 'Fidelity, Courage, Intelligence'.I got to thinking about Fidelity. Diction: Fidelity. It struck me as different from loyalty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112163552644514561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112163552644514561&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112163552644514561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112163552644514561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/loyalty-fidelity-and-balto.html' title='Loyalty, Fidelity, and Balto'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112148307921110192</id><published>2005-07-15T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T23:04:39.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some cool stuff</title><summary type='text'>Great (!) all-in-one printer/scanner/fax: Canon MultiPass MP390. &lt;$150. For the love of God, don't buy an HP 5x00 series. Look at the forums!My browser: Firefox. Duh.Email: Thunderbird.Password Manager: KeePass (not KeyPass). Yes, it has autofill. But the best is, you can run it right off your USB Jump Drive. That is:1. Store all your passwords in an encrypted database2. Keep KeePass .exe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112148307921110192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112148307921110192&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112148307921110192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112148307921110192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/some-cool-stuff.html' title='Some cool stuff'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112148205404201434</id><published>2005-07-15T22:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:47:34.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mordecai Richler</title><summary type='text'>I've just finished two novels by the Canadian writer Mordecai Richler:Son of a Smaller Hero and A Choice of Enemies.The latter is set in the expatriate American/Canadian community in 1950s London. This group for the most part is in flight from the McCarthyist oppression and conformity of North America. I stumbled upon Richler when surfing for 'cultural conflict' writers. A Choice of Enemies is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112148205404201434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112148205404201434&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112148205404201434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112148205404201434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/mordecai-richler.html' title='Mordecai Richler'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112148026406867919</id><published>2005-07-15T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T22:17:44.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A quote. Why not?</title><summary type='text'>William James, [Principles of Psychology], 1890:"A man has as many social selves as there are individuals who recognize him and carry an image of him in their mind."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112148026406867919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112148026406867919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112148026406867919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112148026406867919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/quote-why-not.html' title='A quote. Why not?'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112145551582790149</id><published>2005-07-15T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T11:52:29.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camouflage</title><summary type='text'>This is a short comment in the "vain" of a person's costume affecting how others interact with the wearer.  Today I dressed as a conservative white collar business man and walked around the center of the city.  I did that because that is how I dress for my conservative white collar business job, and I got up too late to make a lunch this morning.  While I was out getting lunch I ran an errand for</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112145551582790149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112145551582790149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112145551582790149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112145551582790149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/camouflage.html' title='Camouflage'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112083984338935295</id><published>2005-07-08T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T12:24:03.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Hat Tortola Continued (in which the word Ubiquitous is bandied recklessly about)</title><summary type='text'>I am guilty of the vanity of considering myself something of a world traveler. Or at least a veteran traveler: Able and willing to adapt, eager for experience, open to and understanding of differences, and of course, well-liked in such settings as a result.This is a vanity born of early travel: By 12 I had been to Ireland 14 times, as well as Peru and Hawaii. The trips were personal visits to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112083984338935295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112083984338935295&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112083984338935295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112083984338935295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/cowboy-hat-tortola-continued-in-which.html' title='Cowboy Hat Tortola Continued (in which the word Ubiquitous is bandied recklessly about)'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112068135167994816</id><published>2005-07-06T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:25:11.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahara Wind sunset</title><summary type='text'>Sahara Wind Sunset I've left this dark to protect the anonimity of the subject, but you get an idea of the dramatic sunsets and the sky filled with sand literally from the Sahara. Talk about global migration.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112068135167994816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112068135167994816&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112068135167994816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112068135167994816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/sahara-wind-sunset.html' title='Sahara Wind sunset'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112067996322120612</id><published>2005-07-06T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:16:44.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Hat</title><summary type='text'>Cowboy, baybee Does anything say Yankee so well as a cowboy hat? If you are really from Texas you can be forgiven. It is your native headgear. But of course if you are from Texas then you may be exuding an exponentially greater nativistic chauvinism than the average American, so that the hat is more the crowning statement, if you will, in the overall package of hubris, than the defining one. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112067996322120612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112067996322120612&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112067996322120612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112067996322120612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/cowboy-hat.html' title='Cowboy Hat'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-112067279798516044</id><published>2005-07-06T13:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:59:58.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Racial Identification</title><summary type='text'>My wife and I brought our daughter to register for kindergarten.  It is a big step.  I'm sure all of you with children know how a parent can fret on a child's behalf.  I was concerned that she would be able to meet the right friends, that the new class would be accepting of her as a new student, being that she comes from the north and will talk differently from the other children.  We still have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/112067279798516044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=112067279798516044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112067279798516044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/112067279798516044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/07/racial-identification.html' title='Racial Identification'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111954264275324924</id><published>2005-06-23T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T12:04:02.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Will Become of the Euro?</title><summary type='text'>Most Germans polled want to go back to having the Deutschmark.  Italian politicians want the Lira back.  The British, who have not joined the Euro currency have frequently given opinions that the Euro is doomed to fail.The European Union is growing so fast that the more advanced member states have rank and file unions concerned that new members will take their jobs, either in situ or by foreign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111954264275324924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111954264275324924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111954264275324924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111954264275324924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-will-become-of-euro.html' title='What Will Become of the Euro?'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111930737413763840</id><published>2005-06-20T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T18:42:54.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eamonn Fitzgerald's Rainy Day: Europe: history's has been</title><summary type='text'>It's funny how fast the spin wheel turns. I haven't even progressed beyond the prologue of TR Reid's The United States of Europeand both the book and I are behind the time.Witness: Eamonn Fitzgerald's Rainy Day: Europe: history's has beenAlso interesting: In Googling the book to get the year of publication (2004), I came across a review of it here.  Stanley Hoffman of Foreign Affairs writes </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.eamonn.com/archives/001862.html' title='Eamonn Fitzgerald&apos;s Rainy Day: Europe: history&apos;s has been'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111930737413763840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111930737413763840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111930737413763840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111930737413763840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/eamonn-fitzgeralds-rainy-day-europe.html' title='Eamonn Fitzgerald&apos;s Rainy Day: Europe: history&apos;s has been'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111913733065079543</id><published>2005-06-18T19:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T19:28:50.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>irish-mythology-home-page</title><summary type='text'>irish-mythology-home-pageGreat site.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.irishmythology.com/' title='irish-mythology-home-page'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111913733065079543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111913733065079543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111913733065079543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111913733065079543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/irish-mythology-home-page.html' title='irish-mythology-home-page'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111905945509422061</id><published>2005-06-17T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:50:55.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IRISH LITERATURE, MYTHOLOGY, FOLKLORE, AND DRAMA</title><summary type='text'>IRISH LITERATURE, MYTHOLOGY, FOLKLORE, AND DRAMADecent Site</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.luminarium.org/mythology/ireland/' title='IRISH LITERATURE, MYTHOLOGY, FOLKLORE, AND DRAMA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111905945509422061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111905945509422061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111905945509422061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111905945509422061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/irish-literature-mythology-folklore.html' title='IRISH LITERATURE, MYTHOLOGY, FOLKLORE, AND DRAMA'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111877854596283334</id><published>2005-06-14T15:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T15:49:06.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Languages</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to say something very quickly about the evolution of languages (and I'm writing it in a language, how so very not ironic).  Recently an acquaintance of mine went to Ireland for a bus tour.  I have already forgiven him.  He asked if I knew any cool things that he should see while he was there, and I told him he should definitely get to a Gaeltacht.  He couldn't believe that there was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111877854596283334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111877854596283334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111877854596283334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111877854596283334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/living-languages.html' title='Living Languages'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111876590021211464</id><published>2005-06-14T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T12:18:20.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of Human Life</title><summary type='text'>We, collectively, have blogged on the impact of culture on perspective and perception.  We have explored the up and downstream effects of intercultural transaction, the formation of new cultures (of the diaspora, e.g.), and the impact of these overlays on the individuals caught within them.  We do this for the same reasons a madman studies psychology.  My own child is transracial, transcultural.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111876590021211464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111876590021211464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111876590021211464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111876590021211464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/value-of-human-life.html' title='The Value of Human Life'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111875846418376626</id><published>2005-06-14T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T10:14:24.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>European Unity</title><summary type='text'>As an American I am perfectly qualified to opine on the current and future states of European unity.  As an American I declare myself qualified to opine on anything and everything, and to expect that my voice will be heard and recognized and that any wisdom that might hide in my blithering will be heeded.  That is, after all, what we Americans do, no?Here is why I really feel I can add an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111875846418376626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111875846418376626&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111875846418376626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111875846418376626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/european-unity.html' title='European Unity'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111783302321890654</id><published>2005-06-03T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T17:10:23.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute opening gig</title><summary type='text'>Tonight at Main St Cafe, N. Easton, MA I'll be opening for Mike Kelleher.Main St. North Easton, MA.That's it!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111783302321890654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111783302321890654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111783302321890654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111783302321890654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/last-minute-opening-gig.html' title='Last minute opening gig'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111774638244748242</id><published>2005-06-02T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:06:22.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eamonn Fitzgerald's Rainy Day: Kettle's on; Turkey's done!</title><summary type='text'>Eamonn Fitzgerald's Rainy Day: Kettle's on; Turkey's done!And here's another post . . .</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.eamonn.com/archives/001838.html' title='Eamonn Fitzgerald&apos;s Rainy Day: Kettle&apos;s on; Turkey&apos;s done!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111774638244748242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111774638244748242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111774638244748242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111774638244748242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/eamonn-fitzgeralds-rainy-day-kettles.html' title='Eamonn Fitzgerald&apos;s Rainy Day: Kettle&apos;s on; Turkey&apos;s done!'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111773080325937519</id><published>2005-06-02T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T12:46:43.313-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dutch Dump Euro Dreams?</title><summary type='text'>But first . . .The Dutch just added another blow to the European Union constitution. First in all matters of nay-saying and recalcitrance were of course the French. (The French! says the Citizen. Set of Dancing Masters!)I am following this with great interest because of the great historic drama of it all. Will Europe unite? Equal or surpass America? Become the new bastion of progressive humanity?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111773080325937519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111773080325937519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111773080325937519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111773080325937519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/dutch-dump-euro-dreams.html' title='Dutch Dump Euro Dreams?'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111772657275475025</id><published>2005-06-02T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T11:36:12.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortola: Snubbery in Paradise</title><summary type='text'>Tortola in the British Virgin Islands is a paradise. Perennially 85 and sunny. Rain sudden and brief at dawn and dusk. Lush verdant mountains and heady perfumed evenings. Captivating sunset skies filled with the Sahara Dust. Full moon craziness at world-famous Bomba's. Dizzying Pusser's Rum Painkillers. Pusser's Painkillers . . . mmmm, Painkillers. (To paraphrase Homer, Does rum count as beer?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111772657275475025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111772657275475025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111772657275475025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111772657275475025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/06/tortola-snubbery-in-paradise.html' title='Tortola: Snubbery in Paradise'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111758946135981329</id><published>2005-05-31T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:31:01.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bomba Shack, Tortola, BVI. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111758946135981329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111758946135981329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758946135981329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758946135981329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/05/bomba-shack-tortola-bvi.html' title=''/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111758813031128457</id><published>2005-05-31T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:08:50.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brewer's Bay, Tortola, BVI. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111758813031128457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111758813031128457&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758813031128457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758813031128457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/05/brewers-bay-tortola-bvi.html' title=''/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111758802145737546</id><published>2005-05-31T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:07:01.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Josiah's Bay #2, Tortola, BVI. Population: 8! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111758802145737546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111758802145737546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758802145737546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758802145737546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/05/josiahs-bay-2-tortola-bvi_31.html' title=''/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111758781029313698</id><published>2005-05-31T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:03:30.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Josiah's Bay, Tortola, BVI.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111758781029313698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111758781029313698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758781029313698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758781029313698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/05/josiahs-bay-tortola-bvi.html' title=''/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111758778747797451</id><published>2005-05-31T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T21:03:07.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tortola photos</title><summary type='text'>I was just running through some photos of our trip to Tortola and I am glad that I did. Before any observations or criticism--crrritic!--I realized hey, three nights in the British West Indies is just dang awesome! So, a few pictures first.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111758778747797451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111758778747797451&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758778747797451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111758778747797451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/05/tortola-photos.html' title='Tortola photos'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111756421121980827</id><published>2005-05-31T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T14:30:11.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vultures Row</title><summary type='text'>Interesting post (titled "Where the Streets Have No Shame")from this blog for several reasons:Vultures RowFirst, Vulture 6 blogs:A story that got very little attention last week was one concerning U2. The story is one of artistic integrity. It seems some advertising agency wants to pay the band some 12.5 million pounds ($22,785,212.46) to use the song "Where the Streets Have No Name" in a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.vulturesrow.blogspot.com/' title='Vultures Row'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111756421121980827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111756421121980827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111756421121980827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111756421121980827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/05/vultures-row.html' title='Vultures Row'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111685706193359155</id><published>2005-05-23T09:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T10:04:21.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to a Young Poet</title><summary type='text'>In fourth term AP English my students read The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka. After this cheery read, I have them read selections from Ranier Maria Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet because the letters are filled with inspiration and wisdom.You must pardon me, dear Sir, for waiting until today to gratefully remember your letter of February 24: I have been unwell all this time, not really sick, but </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sfgoth.com/~immanis/rilke/letter1.html' title='Letters to a Young Poet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111685706193359155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111685706193359155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111685706193359155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111685706193359155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/05/letters-to-young-poet.html' title='Letters to a Young Poet'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111642865904402274</id><published>2005-05-18T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T11:04:19.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New demo</title><summary type='text'>I have a new demo at soundclick. Not really happy with it yet, but I put it out there to motivate myself to finish it properly. One of those songs where I was really excited by how good I thought it, but during revision and recording, I'm struggling a bit.What do you think?It's called A Nation of One (or maybe No Common Trade.) I wrote it by combining some personal experiences and feelings with </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.soundclick.com/bands/6/seankane_music.htm' title='New demo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111642865904402274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111642865904402274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111642865904402274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111642865904402274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/05/new-demo.html' title='New demo'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111583608220573486</id><published>2005-05-11T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:31:16.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who, me?</title><summary type='text'>I was recently made to remember a time when my American cousin and I were drinking stout in a pub in a small town in East Kerry. We were both just twenty years old at the time. The place was fairly well empty. I had been in Ireland for the better part of the year at school while my cousin was back in Massachusetts, so we were doing some catching up. Our conversation grew animated and I zoned out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111583608220573486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111583608220573486&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111583608220573486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111583608220573486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/05/who-me.html' title='Who, me?'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111473214376515138</id><published>2005-04-28T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:49:03.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Underworld-Final Part</title><summary type='text'>I did not take the offering. I remembered the rule that I was only to observe and not interact.At this moment my thirty minutes were up, and the drumming changed from the consistent repetitive beat to a more insistent rapid rolling. I was supposed to return the way I came.The sensation was amazing to me. I travelled backwards out from the upper chamber, through the loft, down into the bright </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111473214376515138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111473214376515138&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111473214376515138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111473214376515138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/journey-to-underworld-final-part.html' title='Journey to the Underworld-Final Part'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111461795330620997</id><published>2005-04-27T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T19:49:49.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the Underworld pt 2</title><summary type='text'>As I came toward shore, I had difficulty perceiving the hula dancer. I couldn't tell whether she was actually on the beach, or very close to me, and not really "there" at all but some symbolic vision (within the vision.) She wasn't dancing properly, she was shaking like a dashboard hula girl would.It is one of only two things that made me slightly uncomfortable during the experience. I don't know</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111461795330620997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111461795330620997&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111461795330620997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111461795330620997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/journey-to-underworld-pt-2.html' title='Journey to the Underworld pt 2'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111454809558726818</id><published>2005-04-26T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T16:41:35.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song update</title><summary type='text'>Click the above title to hear an updated version of my song "Cemetery Sunday". It was mixed in Cubase. I have some work to do on it. Or click here to go straight to a hi-fi download.Cemetery Sunday is held in some towns in Ireland. Many expats return for Mass and a rosary at the cemetery. I combined this vivid image from my youth with a more recent memory of unwillingly leaving Dublin and </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.soundclick.com/bands/6/seankanemusic.htm' title='Song update'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111454809558726818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111454809558726818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111454809558726818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111454809558726818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/song-update.html' title='Song update'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111404049708443185</id><published>2005-04-20T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T19:41:37.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God bless Liam</title><summary type='text'>My uncle in Ireland died last week. I do not feel like writing about it."That for which we find words is already dead in our hearts."God Bless You!Rest in Peace.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111404049708443185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111404049708443185&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111404049708443185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111404049708443185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/god-bless-liam.html' title='God bless Liam'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111395764186383187</id><published>2005-04-19T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T20:42:01.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey to the underworld</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps I sould start with the de rigeur denial of personal kookiness: I am not a new-ager, nor anything of the sort. I am a SKEPTICAL person. This is not an alien-encounter story.I do not know of what "shamanic journeying" consists. One reason I tried it is the book I learned from suggested that:a) It doesn't matter what it is. Try it and see if it is interesting or helpful.b) It does not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111395764186383187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111395764186383187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111395764186383187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111395764186383187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/journey-to-underworld.html' title='The journey to the underworld'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111357979057862490</id><published>2005-04-15T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T11:43:10.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Terminal Cool redux</title><summary type='text'>I have blogged about the concept of Terminal Cool here.In brief: The term Terminal Cool struck me as a way of describing the phenomenon of coolness or hipness in the American character and its consequences. It struck me first while I was in college and my previous blog really presented the issue of coolness, in dress, language, behavior, as being primarily a phenomenon of adolescence and young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111357979057862490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111357979057862490&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111357979057862490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111357979057862490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/terminal-cool-redux.html' title='Terminal Cool redux'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111343507892029530</id><published>2005-04-13T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T19:31:18.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologia Pro Bloggia Sua</title><summary type='text'>Blogging can be inherently a self-centered enterprise. Blinkered. Unintentionally revealing. Or, as a sophomore student expressed earlier this year, " a sad and disgusting appeal for attention."Some avoid with aplomb the pitfalls of narcissism through blogging about objective events, or blogging fiction, or charming us despite their focus on self.Blogging about "terminally uniqueness" is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111343507892029530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111343507892029530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111343507892029530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111343507892029530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/apologia-pro-bloggia-sua.html' title='Apologia Pro Bloggia Sua'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111307037170557256</id><published>2005-04-09T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T14:12:51.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irish Roots . . .</title><summary type='text'>Talk about irreverent . . .</summary><link rel='related' href='http://by23fd.bay23.hotmail.msn.com/cgi-bin/getmsg?curmbox=F000000001&amp;a=2cbc4b90490ac58f10c1d9fdba6fcd6b&amp;msg=MSG1112966438.10&amp;start=5900354&amp;len=1142306&amp;mimepart=8&amp;vscan=scan' title='Irish Roots . . .'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111307037170557256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111307037170557256&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111307037170557256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111307037170557256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/irish-roots.html' title='Irish Roots . . .'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111306816727249152</id><published>2005-04-09T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T13:36:07.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilbeggan Races pt. 5</title><summary type='text'>ContinuedIn May of 1991, several horses had to be pulled just before race time. Two favorites, Dominic's Cross, and Caddy, were both pulled on veterinary advice because they appeared listless in the viewing ring. The horses had been "nobbled", or drugged, with either an aerosol spray or an injection. No one could figure out why. Bookmakers records were scoured to discover some pattern in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111306816727249152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111306816727249152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111306816727249152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111306816727249152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/kilbeggan-races-pt-5.html' title='Kilbeggan Races pt. 5'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111296163170472551</id><published>2005-04-08T07:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T08:00:31.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig tonight</title><summary type='text'>Hi.I am playing tonight with a mando/guitar player in Fall River, MA tonight.The bar is the St. James Pub on Purchase Street.Time: 9pm-1am.Essential info: Great bar. Smoke-free. No Irish in the place, but hey, these Portuguese like their Irish music. I'm not kidding.PSIf you can make it to closing time, we go for Coney Island dogs with the works after. You're invited.Note to self: Do not fall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111296163170472551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111296163170472551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111296163170472551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111296163170472551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/gig-tonight.html' title='Gig tonight'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111265904245194454</id><published>2005-04-04T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:57:22.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kilbeggan Races pt. 4</title><summary type='text'>Continued . . ."The flag is raised," says the announcer. As the horses progress, throaty growls pierce the murmuring. "Oh Janey," "Come up, ya boyo," "Come on, Adamarann," "Forest Lady!"Even with no wager placed, the sight of man and horse, intellect and magnificent physicality, striving and risking together over hurdles is inspiring. The total effect, the atmosphere, goes to the head better than</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.kilbegganraces.com/' title='The Kilbeggan Races pt. 4'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111265904245194454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111265904245194454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111265904245194454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111265904245194454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/kilbeggan-races-pt-4.html' title='The Kilbeggan Races pt. 4'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111265812780349970</id><published>2005-04-04T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:58:13.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Signs of Irishness</title><summary type='text'>Here's a funny link:MR NORMAN TEBBIT, MP, suggests you are not really English if you don't cheerfor their cricket team.In the same vein the Irish Times recently invited  readers to choose sixcriteria for Irishness , this was the result :Here are my two favorites from the results:1. Punctuality.2. Attention to detail.3. Leaving public houses before closing time.4. Respect for speed limits.5. Early</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.gumbopages.com/fridge/irishness.txt' title='6 Signs of Irishness'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111265812780349970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111265812780349970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111265812780349970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111265812780349970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/6-signs-of-irishness.html' title='6 Signs of Irishness'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111256143541671178</id><published>2005-04-03T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T16:55:50.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kilbeggan Races pt. 3</title><summary type='text'>Continuing an article from here.At four fifteen, cars have started to fill up the large grassy lot. Groups of racegoers amble towards the entrance. The gentle flow of the public breaks around hawkers, scattered across the lot. A short woman in a striped track suit, with a raw red complexion and a powerful voice calls, "Programs for a pound. Racing forms." Inside, other women call from behind </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.kilbegganraces.com/' title='The Kilbeggan Races pt. 3'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111256143541671178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111256143541671178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111256143541671178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111256143541671178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/kilbeggan-races-pt-3.html' title='The Kilbeggan Races pt. 3'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111254062412981841</id><published>2005-04-03T10:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:06:08.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pope</title><summary type='text'>There was a great PBS documentary on the Pope a few years back, a Frontline episode I believe, which totally blew me away. Twenty-six years as Pope is of course substantial, and in and of itself lends importance to John Paul. But it was his powerful blend of common-man charisma and very traditional dogma that made him infuriating for some and gratifying for others. The documentary has as its </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/pope/' title='The Pope'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111254062412981841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111254062412981841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111254062412981841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111254062412981841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/pope.html' title='The Pope'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111238267974872202</id><published>2005-04-01T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T14:11:19.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contribution</title><summary type='text'>There is no way I will be able to post more than this today, but I did want to contribute even just a thought.My thought is this:What is the connection between music and cultural identity?  Why is it that there is Indian music and Irish music and that there are not universal musical styles, if not timing schemes.I remember learning that the Catholic church outlawed certain notes and chords as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111238267974872202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111238267974872202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111238267974872202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111238267974872202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/contribution.html' title='Contribution'/><author><name>Traveler</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10378827631843835098</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7022479.post-111237105520878872</id><published>2005-04-01T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T10:57:35.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogathon: God Bless the Pope</title><summary type='text'>There is no way I wll be able to post every half hour!I do want to say: God bless the Pope!His perhaps immanent death is rather affecting me. I do not want to equate him to Princess Diana, but I believe her death, and his situation, are similar in their surprisingly deep impact on me. I am not a "celebrity watcher", and I am not a particulary fervent Catholic, but somehow the Pope, and Princess </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/feeds/111237105520878872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7022479&amp;postID=111237105520878872&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111237105520878872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7022479/posts/default/111237105520878872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://othering.blogspot.com/2005/04/blogathon-god-bless-pope.html' title='Blogathon: God Bless the Pope'/><author><name>Borderliner</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16906337029180640710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/76/6123/640/mmm_pussers_painkillers.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
