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<rss xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" version="2.0"><channel><title>William Allen's Open Salon Blog</title><description>Waiting for Charlemagne</description><link>http://open.salon.com/user.php?uid=854</link><lastBuildDate>Fri, 1 Jun 2012 05:06:46 -0400</lastBuildDate><item><title>Yea, Huck, that's pretty much how I feel</title><description>&lt;a href="http://www.sparknotes.com/nofear/lit/huckleberry-finn/chapter-4/"&gt;SparkNotes No Fear Literature: The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn: Chapter 4&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;WELL, three or four months run along, and it was well into the winter now.                         I had been to school most all the time and could spell and read and write                         just a little, and could say the multiplication table up to six times seven                         is thirty-five, and I don&#x2019;t reckon I could ever get any further than that if                         I was to live forever. I don&#x2019;t take no stock in mathematics, anyway.                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;That's pretty much the way I feel about mathematics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125054083845789274-1737822261531547937?l=wellsweptyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2012/05/15/yea_huck_thats_pretty_much_how_i_feel</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2012/05/15/yea_huck_thats_pretty_much_how_i_feel</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2012 16:05:51 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>My back, my garden, my grandmother</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've dealt with a sore back all winter. Not fun. Chalked it up to aging. Maybe it is. Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yesterday I spent the whole day working in the yard and garden. I kept thinking that I will pay for this when I can't get out of bed next morning.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I arose and my back never felt better--well, not for a long time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I remembered my grandmother saying that if you don't feel good you need to grab a hoe and go outside and work. You know, I think she was right! Good ole granny medicine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125054083845789274-5182244122646467128?l=wellsweptyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2012/03/11/my_back_my_garden_my_grandmother</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2012/03/11/my_back_my_garden_my_grandmother</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Mar 2012 17:03:09 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>My eldest cat friend and I ponder electric power</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Eldest cat, fourteen, has an electric heating pad and she likes it. I don't blame her. Wish I had one, only me-sized.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125054083845789274-1413488254229366638?l=wellsweptyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2012/01/26/my_eldest_cat_friend_and_i_ponder_electric_power</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2012/01/26/my_eldest_cat_friend_and_i_ponder_electric_power</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jan 2012 16:01:12 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>A picture is</title><description>&lt;span&gt;A picture is worth a thousand preconceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125054083845789274-5364028277191536690?l=wellsweptyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2012/01/02/a_picture_is</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2012/01/02/a_picture_is</guid><pubDate>Mon, 2 Jan 2012 18:01:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Just what does Gmail know about my university?</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gmail is pretty clever at placing ads next to messages--ads that pertain somehow to what is in the message. I've noticed recently that when message from or about my university show up that an add for the University of Phoenix appears. I wonder if this means that Gmail thinks that I might want to work at another place or that it likens my university with UPhoenix. &lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/hmm"&gt;Hmm&lt;/a&gt;. Well, yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9125054083845789274-1948236060779673405?l=wellsweptyard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2011/10/12/just_what_does_gmail_know_about_my_university</link><guid>http://open.salon.com/blog/william_allen/2011/10/12/just_what_does_gmail_know_about_my_university</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 16:10:33 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>




