<?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-3863114804873819984</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:55:56.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Text Document</title><subtitle type='html'>Nooch's evolving understanding of the world around him...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-600877297667501593</id><published>2008-09-06T20:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T02:03:36.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>the moment we attempt to communicate about love we fail to express what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is never spoken. love is not to be understood. love is not a choice. love is a gift to celebrate. yes, love is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They hung up, Walter! You fucked it up! You fucked it up! Her life was in our hands!" - Dude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-600877297667501593?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/600877297667501593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=600877297667501593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/600877297667501593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/600877297667501593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-1187112436285803756</id><published>2008-09-06T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:07:37.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment</title><content type='html'>you can choose to experience many things.  i choose to experience the same thing many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moderation in all things is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's video, Dude.  Now that we're competing with the amateurs, we can't afford to invest that little extra in story, production value, feeling." - Jackie Treehorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Saturday, April 19, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-1187112436285803756?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/1187112436285803756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=1187112436285803756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/1187112436285803756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/1187112436285803756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/entertainment.html' title='Entertainment'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-6194901478027789871</id><published>2008-09-06T20:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:06:41.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Neglected</title><content type='html'>Bernard Jaffe: "When you get the blanket thing you can relax because everything you could ever want or be you already have and are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gave up trying to be what others expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lebowski quote this time.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Friday, March 14, 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-6194901478027789871?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/6194901478027789871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=6194901478027789871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/6194901478027789871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/6194901478027789871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/neglected.html' title='Neglected'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-3403459871523403584</id><published>2008-09-06T20:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:05:37.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Voyeurism</title><content type='html'>stuck being afraid of loss, not willing to accept unknown incalculable benefits.  When is it time to stop looking, and instead gratiously receive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone should experience your delightfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're just looking for a handout like every other--are you employed, Mr. Lebowski?" - Lebowski&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Wednesday, April 25, 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-3403459871523403584?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/3403459871523403584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=3403459871523403584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/3403459871523403584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/3403459871523403584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/voyeurism.html' title='Voyeurism'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-9042189940150193574</id><published>2008-09-06T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:04:23.494-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunting</title><content type='html'>speed, strength, cleverness, all attributes of a friendly yellow lab, Kodiak.  and he likes to chase squirrels.  saw him corner and catch one, and he let the squirrel go so he could try to catch him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hunt is more exciting then the catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rest easy, good buddy, you're doing fine." - Walter Sobchak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Thursday, November 23, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-9042189940150193574?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/9042189940150193574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=9042189940150193574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/9042189940150193574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/9042189940150193574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/hunting.html' title='Hunting'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-3095469482388242249</id><published>2008-09-06T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:02:56.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>letting go is not hard. change is not hard. holding on is hard. not changing is hard. why are you waiting? you should do it. are you afraid to fail? don't we all consider it? change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;considering the absurd is a delicate balance between brilliance and foolishness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuck you man! You don't like my fucking music, get your own fucking cab!" - DRIVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Thursday, October 12, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-3095469482388242249?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/3095469482388242249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=3095469482388242249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/3095469482388242249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/3095469482388242249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-2808824033312822759</id><published>2008-09-06T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:00:49.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>i am a thing.  i am an extension of the greatest thing, god.  i know my spirit.  i share my spirit.  i may cease to be.  yet, spirit is limitless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "I will give you water,&lt;br /&gt;If you will share your wine,&lt;br /&gt;And I will feed your heart,&lt;br /&gt;If you promise to feed mine."&lt;br /&gt;And so we will dance together...&lt;br /&gt;- Recently DMB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha-ha-ha-ha!  Wonderful woman.  Very free-spirited.  We're all very fond of her." - Brandt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Thursday, August 31, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-2808824033312822759?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/2808824033312822759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=2808824033312822759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/2808824033312822759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/2808824033312822759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-7534078623912153931</id><published>2008-09-06T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:59:21.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Contemplation</title><content type='html'>god is a thing, spirit does not exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why can't time always have been?  we don't know.  time without begining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look, I've got certain information, certain things have come to light, and uh, has it ever occurred to you, man, that given the nature of all this new shit, that, uh, instead of running around blaming me, that this whole thing might just be, not, you know, not just such a simple..." - Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Thursday, August 03, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-7534078623912153931?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/7534078623912153931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=7534078623912153931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/7534078623912153931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/7534078623912153931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/contemplation.html' title='Contemplation'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-2233105055520038769</id><published>2008-09-06T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:58:07.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternity</title><content type='html'>at best, eternity is the absence of time?  if time ceases (yet, I have no reason to disprove time always is?), so to would eternity cease.  the absence of something absent sounds absurd? eternity is not all of time, nor more than time, rather, just time without time, but only in time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Interesting observation: they won't let you die till all your money is spent.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let's also not forget, let's not forget, Dude, that keeping wildlife, an amphibious rodent, for uh, domestic, you know, within the city, that isn't legal either. - Walter Sobchak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Wednesday, July 12, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-2233105055520038769?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/2233105055520038769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=2233105055520038769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/2233105055520038769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/2233105055520038769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/eternity.html' title='Eternity'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-5763897878131472507</id><published>2008-09-06T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:57:09.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pantheist</title><content type='html'>Thinking is a Disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe we exist in a multiverse and we're too stupid to perceive chaos?  but dammit, i believe the chair upon which i sit exists, i am aware of the chair, and i am aware of the chair, as the chair exists, separate of my awareness of the chair! amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAS THE WHOLE WORLD GONE CRAZY?  AM I THE ONLY ONE HERE WHO GIVES A SHIT ABOUT THE RULES?  MARK IT ZERO!" - Walter Sobchak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Saturday, July 01, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-5763897878131472507?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/5763897878131472507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=5763897878131472507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/5763897878131472507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/5763897878131472507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/pantheist.html' title='Pantheist'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-6913857191002046295</id><published>2008-09-06T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:55:41.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagurism</title><content type='html'>I did not write this. i am not claiming i wrote this. i do not know who wrote this? i do know, the author was not me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: To be is to be percieved. There is no matter, there are only minds and the ideas in those minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT: Of course there are material objects. What about this great vintage top I'm wearing? I can feel it and see it . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: All you know of that fabulous top are your perceptions of it. Your perceptions aren't material objects, they're ideas--you could never know them if they were anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUDENT: Perceptions aren't physical objects, but that doesn't stop them from having systematic connections to material objects, nor does it prove that those objects don't exist. How can you explain the intersubjective consistency of perceptions? An independent real world is the most economic and intuitively attractive model to explain what we do know. Where do you think minds inhere, if not in human beings, which are physical objects?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACHER: Everything we know is in our minds. You can provide no proof that there are material objects, because that proof would be in your mind and would be made up of ideas. You cannot use ideas to reason to things that are not ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And a Good Day to you, Sir!" - Walter Sobchak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Friday, June 23, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-6913857191002046295?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/6913857191002046295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=6913857191002046295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/6913857191002046295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/6913857191002046295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/plagurism.html' title='Plagurism'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-6735813352473426118</id><published>2008-09-06T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:54:04.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance</title><content type='html'>Secular people tolerate.  And, toleration is the greatest threat to my existence.  I will tolerate something that may destroy me.  The best defense is a strong offense, and i'm failing miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what should you do if someone pee's on your rug?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we're talking about unchecked aggression here...  I'm talking about drawing a line in the sand, Dude.  Across this line you do not..." - Walter Sobchak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Saturday, June 03, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-6735813352473426118?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/6735813352473426118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=6735813352473426118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/6735813352473426118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/6735813352473426118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/tolerance.html' title='Tolerance'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-7423458729064603896</id><published>2008-09-06T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:49:14.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Plainness</title><content type='html'>i find myself torn between plain and not plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being compared to many is less threatening than being compared to few.  when given many, finding good and bad possible.  yet, chance of few all bad possible.  thus fear of bad stereotype may prevent expression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what about conflict?  avoiding conflict?  never insighting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh fuck it, let's go bowling." - Walter Sobchak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Tuesday, January 17, 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-7423458729064603896?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/7423458729064603896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=7423458729064603896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/7423458729064603896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/7423458729064603896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/plainness.html' title='Plainness'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-2256199671290740696</id><published>2008-09-06T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:46:40.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Universe</title><content type='html'>Most believe we exist in a universe. I imagine existence would be much different in a multiverse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universe - by definition, there can only be one universe.&lt;br /&gt;Multiverse - a hypothetical set of multiple possible universes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the existing thing no existing thing is greater. - not St. Anselm, but similar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know Dude, I myself dabbled with pacifism at one point. Not in Nam, of course..." - Walter Sobchak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Saturday, November 05, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-2256199671290740696?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/2256199671290740696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=2256199671290740696' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/2256199671290740696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/2256199671290740696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/universe.html' title='Universe'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-7569314758274320202</id><published>2008-09-06T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:46:28.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Solicitation</title><content type='html'>porn is art, just don't expect me to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once again, lebowski knows all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You mean coitus?" - Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I like it too. It's a male myth about feminists that we hate sex. It can be a natural, zesty enterprise. But unfortunately there are some people - it is called satyriasis in men, nymphomania in women - who engage in it compulsively and without joy." - Maude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, no." - Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes Mr. Lebowski, these unfortunate souls cannot love in the true sense of the word." - Maude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Saturday, October 29, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-7569314758274320202?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/7569314758274320202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=7569314758274320202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/7569314758274320202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/7569314758274320202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/solicitation.html' title='Solicitation'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-6983935119814876992</id><published>2008-09-06T19:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:46:11.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusion</title><content type='html'>i could share my conclusions? regardless, you'll just think i'm a nut job. best to say "given consideration to many understandings of self, freedom, and love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're not wrong, Walter, you're just an asshole." - Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Tuesday, October 18, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-6983935119814876992?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/6983935119814876992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=6983935119814876992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/6983935119814876992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/6983935119814876992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/conclusion.html' title='Conclusion'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-1222839848343600206</id><published>2008-09-06T19:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:45:52.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Thinking will never comprehend everything able to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You said it, man. Nobody fucks with the Jesus." - Quintana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Saturday, October 15, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-1222839848343600206?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/1222839848343600206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=1222839848343600206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/1222839848343600206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/1222839848343600206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863114804873819984.post-1337709794400924335</id><published>2008-09-06T19:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T19:45:16.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proslogion</title><content type='html'>"Nor do I seek to understand so that I can believe, but rather I believe so that I can understand." - St. Anselm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the chair upon which i sit exists. Is anything else worth considering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're nihilists, Donny, nothing to be afraid of." - Walter Sobchak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;original date: Wednesday, October 12, 2005&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3863114804873819984-1337709794400924335?l=anoochman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/feeds/1337709794400924335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3863114804873819984&amp;postID=1337709794400924335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/1337709794400924335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3863114804873819984/posts/default/1337709794400924335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anoochman.blogspot.com/2008/09/proslogion.html' title='Proslogion'/><author><name>nooch</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04684090679524346705</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Heb0WwOh0RY/SMNbqxwPffI/AAAAAAAAABM/fHA7FQffCqI/S220/Triadic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
