<?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-3806092</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:10:45.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the place where I will try and chronicle my path from here to there, within my own mind, in search of good poetry, good loving, and good living.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepursuit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3806092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840013252796253630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3806092.post-82329203</id><published>2002-09-30T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T15:39:14.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weekend Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend is over, and I need another day to rest up. I woke up on Friday, feeling like crap, and went out to visit my mom. We had dinner and coffee and just chatted. It was very nice. I don't know if this is a common thing between kids and parents, but I think it's really cool that my mom and I can go out for coffee and just talk. Other than the obligatory "So when are you going to find a nice girl and settle down and give my the grand kids I want" statement, everything else stays far out of the mother/son realm. We talk music (mostly house, techno, club, hip-hop), art, pop-culture, etc. It's great because she can be my mom when I need her to, but she can also be a friend that I look forward to hanging out with whenever I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyhow, we went out, I think I gave her whatever I had because she's pretty sick today. Then after coffee she went home and I stayed to write, but kept getting bothered by folks stopping by my table to say hello. I got out of there post-haste and went for a drive up in cambridge, by the lake home.  It was cold, but it was a very pretty night. It gave me a chance to think about things and to relax for a bit. After that I went home and slept for 12 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, I got up and stumbled around the apartment for a few hours, with 2 cats hot on my tail every step I took. All my conversations that morning and afternoon went something like this "Shut up" "Stop being so loud" "I am not your owner and thus am not going to feed you" etc. This went on for hours. So, to keep my sanity I played age of empires II for a while. Pretty solid game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally at about 5 p.m. I got up and took a shower and changed. I had to be to Benihana's by 6:30 for BD's Birthday party. It was pretty tame by his standards, 3 couples and me, sitting around a grill watching some dude flip our food around like a Flying Walenda. I did the tacky and drank a cocktail out of a white glass Buddha with Molly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we all decided to drive to St Cloud for a few drinks and some fun. We go, we drink, we have fun until about 4 a.m. whereupon I go to bed in the library and get woken up rudely at 8 by someone who wants to go apple picking. I'm sorry, but after a long night of drinking vodka, the last thing I want to do is trudge around in a field, grabbing apples from a tree. So I begrudginly got up and drove back to the cities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped by my moms place to sleep a little bit and see how she was feeling (pretty sick I guess), because I had to be at a 4 year olds Dinosaur Birthday Bash at 3 p.m., and I had to be somewhat coherent, being it was my good buddies kid and all his uppity family would be there. I swear in highschool, I was the cause of more concerns and headaches for his folks than i was for mine. When my buddy asked me to be best man at his wedding, his mother just about choked on her own tongue! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I went to the B-day party, ate cake, played with small children, then went home and slept some more. On the up side I am feeling better today, but on the down side, I ran out of weekend before I was ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day: Chewable Vitamin C, from GNC, is a god-send. It tastes like sweet tarts, and it's good for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3806092-82329203?l=thepursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3806092/posts/default/82329203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3806092/posts/default/82329203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuit.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82329203' title=''/><author><name>E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840013252796253630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3806092.post-82027443</id><published>2002-09-23T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T22:39:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here it is, the end of day one. I find myself not really thinking about anything in particular other than the wanting to get back on stage and perform. After spending the better part of my afternoon and evening with performers, I realize how much I really miss it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It used to be that I could perform anywhere, anytime. But now, I can barely even get through a reading at a good friends wedding without losing it. I don't know where, but somewhere along the way I lost it. I just haven't realized how much I missed it until lately. I have been spending a lot of time with various performers lately and it makes me want to get back on stage, underneath that hot spotlight. I still believe there is no sensation greater than getting up in front of a room full of strangers and spending 10 minutes spitting on a mic. I think I need to set a goal to get back on stage. I'll have to think about it a bit more, but in the next few days I'll set a date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food for thought: If you were going to watch and pay for a pay per view of a guy fighting a primate, which kind would you choose? A) a chimpanzee, B) an orangutang, C) a baboon, or D) a Howler Monkey? You can write me at eevans13@yahoo.com with your opinions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3806092-82027443?l=thepursuit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3806092/posts/default/82027443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3806092/posts/default/82027443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepursuit.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82027443' title=''/><author><name>E.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01840013252796253630</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3806092.post-82010363</id><published>2002-09-23T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-23T15:55:37.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welcome to Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Poetry v1.0! 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