<?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-8674951984351938345</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:50:32.491-07:00</updated><category term='Matthew Reilly'/><category term='Jane Austen'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Foer'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Whiskey'/><category term='spices'/><category term='books'/><category term='magic'/><category term='Wes Anderson'/><category term='joseph gordon levitt'/><category term='loss'/><category term='Pride and Prejudice'/><category term='instinct'/><category term='popcorn'/><category term='fall'/><category term='book'/><category term='brick'/><category term='bitterness'/><category term='movie'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='water'/><category term='words'/><category term='action'/><category term='sweet'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='age'/><category term='chai'/><category term='smell'/><category term='moonlight'/><category term='writing'/><category term='Zombies'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='Darjeeling'/><category term='Grahame-Smith'/><title type='text'>Ink for Blood</title><subtitle type='html'>My personal temple to the creative arts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674951984351938345.post-7550105690820352148</id><published>2009-08-09T18:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T18:22:47.147-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fireworks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='popcorn'/><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>Crack, pop, fireworks&lt;div&gt;Living in a microwave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In popcorn season&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;an original&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;an&gt;&lt;/an&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-7550105690820352148?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/7550105690820352148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=7550105690820352148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/7550105690820352148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Musing Over A Cup</title><content type='html'>Indian chai&lt;div&gt;in plain white mug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;neutral- the nutmeg and milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;spice belied in flavour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;not colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spicy or sweet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made hot or cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet both have this in common&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and free from any charge-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bitterness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An original. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-4895343146986624186?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8674951984351938345.post-8337640011386652738</id><published>2009-08-08T18:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T18:19:16.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Opiates</title><content type='html'>That primal smell of salt, seaweed, sand.&lt;div&gt;Of the dew between dark and dawn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Creeks encased by damp trunks and boughs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And prairie grasses drying in the high noon sun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An original. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-8337640011386652738?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/8337640011386652738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=8337640011386652738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/8337640011386652738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/8337640011386652738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2009/08/opiates.html' title='Opiates'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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-8674951984351938345.post-2490949959088141353</id><published>2009-07-07T14:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:23:15.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='instinct'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moonlight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic'/><title type='text'>Instinctive Magic</title><content type='html'>An original.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instinctive Magic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonder are &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nature's graces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we humans find in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hidden places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When one is called by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the spirit of night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one is drawn there by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;echoes of moonlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mystic soul without&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;summons and begins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;connecting to the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pulsing life within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonder are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nature's graces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we humans find&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in hidden places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-2490949959088141353?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/2490949959088141353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=2490949959088141353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/2490949959088141353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/2490949959088141353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2009/07/instinctive-magic.html' title='Instinctive Magic'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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-8674951984351938345.post-7969121720538262758</id><published>2009-06-06T21:33:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:24:03.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pride and Prejudice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Grahame-Smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jane Austen'/><title type='text'>Pride and Prejudice and Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Updated classics are usually not my thing. I don't read abridged copies and I rarely enjoy the movie more than I did the book. But I have to hand it to Seth Grahame-Smith; the addition of zombies, katanas and ninjas to Jane Austen's beloved novel was pure inspiration. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The plot changes very little, despite the revamp. This made a few of the scenes tedious, but this was no doubt due to an eagerness to get back to Grahame-Smith's renovations. What really makes this book read-worthy, however, is that Grahame-Smith manages to marry the traditional regency culture seamlessly to the Asian inspired sub-plot. It seems perfectly believable that Lady Catherine de Bourgh would travel to Japan to study combat under the masters. Charlotte's marriage to Collins suddenly seems reasonable when paired with an impending death by zombie bite and Darcy exacting his revenge on Wickham by breaking nearly every bone in his body seems not only justifiable, but perfect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can only hope that others find this rendition of the classic story as entertaining and well crafted as I did. Certainly I feel that boys and men, socially dictated as usually wanting nothing to do with the Edwardian romance, will be able to connect and enjoy the adaptation. I also wish that girls and women, many of whom I personally know to hate any variance from Austen's true vision, will also find this version acceptable and to their liking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Austen may have written the perfect romance, but I have always been partial to a good parody. Nothing is above satire and &lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/i&gt; should not be an exception. Especially when the outcome is as delightful a read as &lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-7969121720538262758?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/7969121720538262758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=7969121720538262758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/7969121720538262758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/7969121720538262758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2009/06/pride-and-prejudice-and-zombies.html' title='Pride and Prejudice and Zombies'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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-8674951984351938345.post-5306196377513346077</id><published>2008-01-12T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T23:21:13.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last year for my birthday my roommate gave me a book. At first, it thrilled me. I love reading more than anything. However, after reading the description on the back, i became less than enthusiastic. The book revolved around a 9-year-olds ability to cope with his father's death in the 9/11 attacks. I was wary of this subject and how opinionated the plot line might be. So i put off reading it for over a year. However, I just recently pulled it off my shelves and decided to give it a go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The book started off with simple narrative. Although, it was far from simple, being written from the perspective of a behaviorally challenged boy. He wears only white clothes, cannot control his emotions, is a vegan and loves all rational thought. His story is a chronicle of his search for the remnants of his father's life. What makes this different from the any other quest is the prose itself. It switches back and forth between several different perspectives and writing styles. It takes awhile to get used to them, due to the lack of background information, but by the end they are more mentally accessible. Also included are full-page pictures, which truly help the reader enter the mind of Oskar, the main character. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The downfall of this book was the emotional effect it had on me while reading it. The first person view often caused me to feel the same overwhelming emotions plaguing Oskar. I often had to put the book down after a chapter or two just to remind myself that I was sane. As his search takes the focus off of his habits it becomes easier to read in larger chunks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Another disappointment was the ending. It was rather anti-climactic and left me wanting more of a resolution. There were still loose ends that had been unraveled and re-braided but not tied off, causing some confusion. The overall cohesion is lacking in places as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All in all I would recommend this book, for there is much wisdom and truly touching sentiments. However, this book must be approached with caution by any reader who is not used to the weird or alternative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-5306196377513346077?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/5306196377513346077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=5306196377513346077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/5306196377513346077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/5306196377513346077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2008/01/extremely-loud-and-incredibly-close.html' title='Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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-8674951984351938345.post-7371590954047895136</id><published>2007-10-27T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T18:00:27.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darjeeling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wes Anderson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Darjeeling Limited</title><content type='html'>The newest movie by Wes Anderson is, to quote a movie-critic cliche, a moving feast. India is an amazing, diverse and spiritually jumbled country that provides a more than accomadating canvas for the story of three estranged brothers trying to find themselves together. &lt;br /&gt;The three words running through my mind the entire time were: sweetly neurotic and bizarre. Each character is slightly unreal in their personalities. But then I realized I know people who really are like that. It may even be myself. And suddenly I find myself on a crazy train ride I can't seem to keep up with. The plot sequence is jarring, jolted and stunted. Sometimes it caught me off guard and I laughed before realizing that I was supposed to be crying. &lt;br /&gt;If you are familiar with Wes' movies, you will not be disappointed by the colors. Why care about one or two lines of badly written script when you can encounter jungle-patterned suitcases and pastel pajamas. Vermillion dots on the forehead, iridescent peacock feathers and turquoise washed houses. &lt;br /&gt;Overall this movie rides upon its scenery and reputation, however, if you've ever felt out-of-place, crazed, misjudged, untrusted, depressed and scared- in short, a member of the human race, then you will probably find youself enjoying the movie as a whole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-7371590954047895136?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/7371590954047895136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=7371590954047895136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/7371590954047895136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/7371590954047895136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2007/10/darjeeling-limited.html' title='Darjeeling Limited'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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-8674951984351938345.post-2015330844383979517</id><published>2007-10-11T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T07:51:13.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leaves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='age'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Autumn's Shadow</title><content type='html'>A new poem. By me. For class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall's Shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a weather beaten clock&lt;br /&gt;ticking out the rhythm of age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We only see in glimpses&lt;br /&gt;the turns we missed in life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skies are grey but&lt;br /&gt;the eyes of the children are blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water pinpricks the skin but&lt;br /&gt;does it cleanse or does it burn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The puddles reflect what should have,&lt;br /&gt;could have and would have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lost ourselves in the process&lt;br /&gt;of trying not to lose the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it usual for tears to &lt;br /&gt;drip down rock faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our memories leave us&lt;br /&gt;as leaves their trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the ink in books not read&lt;br /&gt;begins to fade in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We carry the branches of&lt;br /&gt;bittersweet to our own funerals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-2015330844383979517?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/2015330844383979517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=2015330844383979517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/2015330844383979517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/2015330844383979517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2007/10/falls-shadow.html' title='Autumn&apos;s Shadow'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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-8674951984351938345.post-1174436735508093394</id><published>2007-10-09T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T12:52:42.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Whiskey'/><title type='text'>An Original</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a Creative Writing class this semester and we are now into our section on poetry. This poem came about from an exercise using word groups. The group was: moon, prohibit, whiskey, compass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaming Swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before had I crossed Whiskey River&lt;br /&gt;its waters brown with subtle rage.&lt;br /&gt;But drunk on love prohibited&lt;br /&gt;I floundered and struggled over.&lt;br /&gt;The moon shone bright on my trespass&lt;br /&gt;and I was spotted straight away.&lt;br /&gt;A wasted night, a wasted life&lt;br /&gt;spent following my misdirected compass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-1174436735508093394?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/1174436735508093394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=1174436735508093394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/1174436735508093394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/1174436735508093394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2007/10/original.html' title='An Original'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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-8674951984351938345.post-9180343254416004653</id><published>2007-10-03T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:28:15.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joseph gordon levitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Brick</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite actors ever is Joseph Gordon-Levitt. The main reason for this is because I enjoy his jaw line, not to mention his character in the movie "10 Things I Hate About You." When I like an actor, I usually pick up their other work regardless of the  reviews and critics. This has led me to the movie "Brick."&lt;br /&gt;Brick is a modern day film noir. Most of the dialogue is a series of speed spouting sleuth slang. The action is a little slow at times, but it is well balanced with the fight scenes. Many of the shots are at contrasting angles, highlighting the negative space around the characters. This does not detract at all and helps make the less than aesthetically pleasing scenery more interesting. The acting is more than real, with the only real let down being that they do not look like high school age.&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I would not recommend this is if you have a personal vendetta against Joseph Gordon-Levitt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-9180343254416004653?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/9180343254416004653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=9180343254416004653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/9180343254416004653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/9180343254416004653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2007/10/brick.html' title='Brick'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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-8674951984351938345.post-6768956432315166140</id><published>2007-10-01T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T11:16:08.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matthew Reilly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Temple, Contest, Seven Deadly Wonders-Matthew Reilly</title><content type='html'>My Dad got me hooked on the author Matthew Reilly this summer. He is Australian and deals mainly in action/adventure novels. That is to say, novels that have one heck of a plot but no real literary qualities. To put it even more simply, they are movies on page. &lt;br /&gt;Reilly's works deal with main characters like William Race: a linguist at NYU, perfectly normal, fairly attractive, 30-something, who doesn't believe in himself but by the end of the book is quite remarkable. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'll admit it, so far the book doesn't really sound like a good use of time or brainpower. Well, it's not. But it is worth the ride. Reilly takes measures to research what he is writing about. He includes plot lines and gadgets that are believable, or at least conceivable. The guns described are real guns, the helicopters are real helicopters and actually used by the military braches they are ascribed to. &lt;br /&gt;If you are a literary snob, I would not recommend these books. Reilly tends to include a lot of italics. This bothers me, an avid reader, because the genre of the piece suggests emphasis already. Exciting things are happening, I get it, you don't need to make it even more obvious. For example: " onto the wing of the moving seaplane," is italicised. I don't know about you, but if I was reading about someone running across a moving plane, I would be impressed. I wouldn't need the italics to tell me exactly how impressive it should seem. Especially when they tend to happen once or more a page. &lt;br /&gt;Overall, I like Reilly's books because they are a nice break from the usually depressing classics. They don't take a lot of thought and can be read in a day or two. They are exciting, quasi-historical, Indiana Jones meets James Bond and Mr. Smith books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-6768956432315166140?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/6768956432315166140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=6768956432315166140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/6768956432315166140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/6768956432315166140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2007/10/temple-contest-seven-deadly-wonders.html' title='Temple, Contest, Seven Deadly Wonders-Matthew Reilly'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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-8674951984351938345.post-4632013172571629349</id><published>2007-10-01T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T10:00:36.472-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>First Love</title><content type='html'>So my plans for having this blog be about myself and the trivial details of my life failed. So instead I am turning it into a temple for words. I will (hopefully) be occassionally posting my own work here. On top of that I will be writing reviews of the various books, works, works of art I encounter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8674951984351938345-4632013172571629349?l=treschicgeeke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/feeds/4632013172571629349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8674951984351938345&amp;postID=4632013172571629349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/4632013172571629349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8674951984351938345/posts/default/4632013172571629349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treschicgeeke.blogspot.com/2007/10/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>treschicgeeke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16118653297543875662</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></feed>
