<?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-5480673</id><updated>2012-01-24T22:44:03.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could have my wasted days back...</title><subtitle type='html'>Would I use them to get back on Track?...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>473</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-252780268766072129</id><published>2012-01-24T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:44:03.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Victim of Syntax Omitted"</title><summary type='text'>A couple weeks back my Dad was about to use the shower, but I had just gotten back from the gym and needed to be somewhere in a matter of minutes. Allowing me to go first, he said "hurry up then".My Response: Don't worry, I'll Shower at the speed of nudity!"I'm still not quite sure what that statement means. I think the gist is pretty apparent.You know your vegas trip is going to go well when 30 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/252780268766072129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=252780268766072129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/252780268766072129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/252780268766072129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2012/01/victim-of-syntax-omitted.html' title='&quot;Victim of Syntax Omitted&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-930837473850815653</id><published>2011-12-25T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T01:29:24.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Downward Spiral, Just a Pirouette"</title><summary type='text'>Exhibit #1: The affair of the Ramblermobile, an automotive love parable.Whilst in possession of the rambler mobile I have:-Put about 4000 miles on it(2008: 13,000 miles)-Backed into a dumpster (2008: the dent is still there)-had my stereo stolen-hot wired another stereo into the car-Replaced the windshield wipers (not really significant, but i cut my finger and the wound is still there)-Got in an</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/930837473850815653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=930837473850815653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/930837473850815653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/930837473850815653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/12/downward-spiral-just-pirouette.html' title='&quot;A Downward Spiral, Just a Pirouette&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-5779469046193516893</id><published>2011-12-12T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:33:18.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Cumulus Demands</title><summary type='text'>Immediate Impetus:As is often the case I found myself sitting at the computer weighing out the want to post versus the content available in my imagination and I hit upon a large enough spark to sign in. Let's see how this one goes. I expect it might be brief. I have a large Christmas post coming up to save stories for.(tantalizing, isn't it?) [maybe. and only maybe.-Ed.]Rampage 2011 was the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/5779469046193516893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=5779469046193516893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5779469046193516893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5779469046193516893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/12/your-cumulus-demands.html' title='Your Cumulus Demands'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-5781275944033801024</id><published>2011-11-04T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T09:08:34.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicious Ambiguity</title><summary type='text'>Let me start off by letting you all know that I'm currently blogging from a Starbucks in La Crescenta on a netbook while sipping down a salted caramel mocha and I'm dressed in nice shoes, a button up and khakis. Bourgeois much?Now before I get sidetracked lets deal with the title. On monday evening I went to the Freudian Sip on campus before my 7-10pm class for a muffin. I walked up to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/5781275944033801024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=5781275944033801024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5781275944033801024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5781275944033801024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/11/delicious-ambiguity.html' title='Delicious Ambiguity'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-6510847225462958286</id><published>2011-10-16T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T23:37:27.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Place and Into Grace</title><summary type='text'>Well here we go folks. I'm going to put forth my best effort to finally write out and publish a post I began nearly two months ago. I have a feeling I may be in this seat for a while, but I've got an itch to write, a want to share my narrative, a craving for self-deprecating reflection. I've got plenty of other things I should do, but I'm here so I may as well see how much abuse these keys can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6510847225462958286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=6510847225462958286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6510847225462958286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6510847225462958286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/09/out-of-place-and-into-grace.html' title='Out of Place and Into Grace'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7763569269776062074</id><published>2011-09-23T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T22:15:02.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Narcotic Sweet Talk"</title><summary type='text'>Gosh I wish I could fine the time to post.Wait a sec, isn't he posting? Hmm...food for thought.I actually have an outlined post of ideas and threads I want to flesh out just waiting for me to start pressing keys. I've updated the list of topics three times and...this is not it. It's on it's way.Key thoughts here:-Does the fact that I'm outlining a post make me a more legitimate writer?-Does the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7763569269776062074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7763569269776062074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7763569269776062074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7763569269776062074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/09/narcotic-sweet-talk.html' title='&quot;Narcotic Sweet Talk&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7566232896451891325</id><published>2011-08-19T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T22:59:36.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Constantly, Every Now And Again</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so If my post title comes from a lyric I THOUGHT I was hearing, but turned out to be different, does that mean I can credit it to myself? Do I have to say "inspired by"? Does copyright matter on the worlds least viewed blog? [lame placement of self-deprecation-ed.] [Do you really need to make your presence known in EVERY post? and this early in the post to boot?-Daniel][...you realize you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7566232896451891325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7566232896451891325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7566232896451891325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7566232896451891325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/08/constantly-every-now-and-again.html' title='Constantly, Every Now And Again'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-1109118712142264562</id><published>2011-07-31T23:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T01:09:13.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Trophy Boy From Here to If and When"</title><summary type='text'>I'm the most optimistic cynic you'll ever meet. In Dawkins' words "a deeply religious non-believer".In anniversarial news tomorrow begins my first block of actual scheduled work outside of lessons. Band camp will usher in the school year, followed shortly by CSUN and students teaching (which look like they will begin on the same day, though my school site isn't confirmed yet).  With all the free </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/1109118712142264562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=1109118712142264562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1109118712142264562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1109118712142264562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/07/trophy-boy-from-here-to-if-and-when.html' title='A &quot;Trophy Boy From Here to If and When&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4359113598277062197</id><published>2011-07-25T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T00:03:21.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyperbolic Hyperbole</title><summary type='text'>Now that I've opened this post and I'm trying to decide how to best frame the events I'm going to write about tonight I've set myself down the road of trying to figure out what kind of thinking process I have. Do I actively narrate my own existence to myself as I live it? Is it from the first or third person? Do I imitate the kind of narrative I read other authors put in their writings? Is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4359113598277062197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4359113598277062197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4359113598277062197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4359113598277062197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/07/hyperbolic-hyperbole.html' title='Hyperbolic Hyperbole'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4176972294044423332</id><published>2011-07-17T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T01:32:44.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Made of Glass and Careless"</title><summary type='text'>Dubstep has become a staple of my night driving. Perfect fit. I'm not sure if I can describe it's universal appeal, but it's definitely on the in right now. (nerd-aside: I totally think dubstep is going to make it's way into the indoor drumline scene next year). The slow tempo and beat pattern doesn't change, so it's easy to follow, but I guess the rhythmic patterns allowed by the wide space </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4176972294044423332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4176972294044423332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4176972294044423332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4176972294044423332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/07/we-are-brash-and-reckless-made-of-glass.html' title='&quot;Made of Glass and Careless&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-23538454280719027</id><published>2011-06-26T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T21:56:18.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pointillistic Pontification</title><summary type='text'>Itemized Overview:Camping in Death Valley: First time I've been true camping in seven years. I didn't even realize how long it had been until my dad and I left two Wednesdays ago. Probably the quietest I've been in a while, just letting my mind wander without any deadlines for thought or specific goals to work out in my head. The desert does a good job at bringing you into its timelessness. Old </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/23538454280719027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=23538454280719027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/23538454280719027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/23538454280719027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/06/pointillistic-pontification.html' title='Pointillistic Pontification'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3671183461053025681</id><published>2011-06-14T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:56:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Over Bored and Overboard</title><summary type='text'>Threw my back out for the third time. First in july 2007 during tour, second in april 2009 helping Alec tear down his movie set, and now June 2011 helping Alex move. This was definitely the least exertion that's caused it, but I went to the CSUN chiropractor (for a whopping $10! go public education) and they did their poking, prodding, twisting, torquing, and chiropracting, and I seem to be okay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3671183461053025681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3671183461053025681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3671183461053025681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3671183461053025681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/06/over-bored-and-overboard.html' title='Over Bored and Overboard'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-45849802296253537</id><published>2011-06-07T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T23:35:05.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Embracing Solitude</title><summary type='text'>What a hard hug to give.After many hours and days of being mostly isolated from others, I've come out to only one truly bad conclusion: being lonely heightens my inner paranoid/conspiracy theorist.Lucky for me i know which theories are true O.o (haha, see it's funny because it can't be true [and shows that you're a whackjob-ed.])I need to get around to firing my editor.Whilst alone I have:-Me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/45849802296253537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=45849802296253537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/45849802296253537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/45849802296253537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/06/on-embracing-solitude.html' title='On Embracing Solitude'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3301100249210105897</id><published>2011-06-01T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T00:05:39.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poignant Play by Play</title><summary type='text'>Ze compooter is on its way out. It crashed again a few days ago and, though I restored it to factory condition it won't accept windows service pack 3 without going into a repeated crashing loop. I need service pack 3 to run my Zune software, so I'll be in the market for a new one soon. Money I'd really rather not spend, but I've gotten five years out of this one, so I think that's a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3301100249210105897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3301100249210105897&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3301100249210105897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3301100249210105897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/06/poignant-play-by-play.html' title='A Poignant Play by Play'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-o6KV_fJYNDQ/TecrtA35wOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rs4NTXVdymI/s72-c/247256_2103578236015_1442272652_2484025_7313058_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-10070451807381199</id><published>2011-05-15T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T23:03:54.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirits Spin Me Around Once More...</title><summary type='text'>So many ways to contact someone...how do we choose? What's appropriate for what kind of communication? Face-to-face, phone, e-mail, snail mail, text, instant message, wall post, tweet, carrier pidgeon. Which to utilize and when? This was a hard question to answer for me this weekend. In the end I chose leaving a letter in a mailbox. I hope that was the appropriate medium.My Bassooning days are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/10070451807381199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=10070451807381199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/10070451807381199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/10070451807381199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/05/spirits-spin-me-around-once-more.html' title='Spirits Spin Me Around Once More...'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-1383515885536033582</id><published>2011-05-11T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T13:48:34.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retrospection in Hindsight</title><summary type='text'>As someone obsessed with chronicling my own existence, through blogs, lists, photographic memory, etc., I found myself wishing I could further the documentation of my life today. At least three things happened today where I sincerely wished I could watch a video re-play of what had just happened to ingrain in my head how badly I may have/did come off to other people. Oh the amount of situations </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/1383515885536033582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=1383515885536033582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1383515885536033582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1383515885536033582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/05/retrospection-in-hindsight.html' title='Retrospection in Hindsight'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-5008967152989830274</id><published>2011-05-08T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T22:19:08.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Apart to Half-Time</title><summary type='text'>I've discovered that my logic has an Achille's Heel...and I'm ok with it.My credential Application is complete!!! I'll be student teaching in the fall, most likely at a middle school strings program. Exciting!Moreover, spring 2011 at CSUN is done. I have no work left to do in any of my classes other than to show up. I kinda feel like my professors got lazy and wanted to shorten the semester so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/5008967152989830274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=5008967152989830274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5008967152989830274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5008967152989830274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/05/falling-apart-to-half-time.html' title='Falling Apart to Half-Time'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3471805776432240839</id><published>2011-04-24T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:13:46.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"To Twist and Turn Around...</title><summary type='text'>Day 244 straight at the gym = 8 MONTHS!!! Happy!!!!!!It's strange to pull back and see what dividends come out of the time you put into a friendship. Was it a give all, a take all, or any of the varying degrees of give and take? Moreover, if the dividends still aren't to your satisfaction how do you choose to proceed? Back off, Dive in, or change approach?Immersing myself in a lot of religious/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3471805776432240839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3471805776432240839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3471805776432240839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3471805776432240839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-twist-and-turn-around.html' title='&quot;To Twist and Turn Around...'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-6192883349987414629</id><published>2011-04-17T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T21:48:24.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Perfect Models of Imperfection..."</title><summary type='text'>"...with a marrow made of cellophane."It's hard to believe I'm saying this...but retail therapy worked for me today. New flip flops with squishy soles, a new shirt (medium!) and some nice shorts (33's!!!! I haven't had anything in a 33 since...well it's been more than ten years). Then saw Scream 4 w/ dalia and drew. And I think we're gonna play some TCD later tonight.I feel like I want summer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6192883349987414629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=6192883349987414629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6192883349987414629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6192883349987414629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/04/perfect-models-of-imperfection.html' title='&quot;Perfect Models of Imperfection...&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2117139597189387146</id><published>2011-04-13T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T23:18:08.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Welcome Home Armageddon"</title><summary type='text'>I'm too used to being a college student...It took me approx. 4.5 years to get to this point, but I'd say CSUN has felt like a sort of home since spring of 2010. It used to be that I'd go to CSUN, do what I needed to do, and get the hell out. If I didn't need to be in the music building I'd go to the library to use the computers or off campus to eat. I didn't stick around to hang out because I had</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2117139597189387146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2117139597189387146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2117139597189387146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2117139597189387146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/04/welcome-home-armageddon.html' title='&quot;Welcome Home Armageddon&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-6239558968013936468</id><published>2011-04-11T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T01:07:31.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mental Mixing Board</title><summary type='text'>There's Something to be Said...For just about everything.This is not a new conclusion of mine, but it's just striking me lately how both sides of every issue really do have, in the right circumstances, very valid and relevant applicable truths/uses in everyday life.-Working out to push your limits VS. relaxing and resting the body-Watching what you eat and when VS. Indulging at any time (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6239558968013936468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=6239558968013936468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6239558968013936468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6239558968013936468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/04/mental-mixing-board.html' title='A Mental Mixing Board'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-6695558977563413571</id><published>2011-03-24T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T20:15:06.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Make Fate Out Of Fiction</title><summary type='text'>This post has been sitting in my blog as a draft for like two and a half weeks as a draft as nothing more than a title and the ending lyrics. I had a lot to fill in the middle and just couldn't/didn't want to find the time to do so.A lot of shit went down with me between march 5-6 and it took me a long time to put it in perspective. I'm pretty okay on all fronts now, but still amazed at this idea</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6695558977563413571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=6695558977563413571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6695558977563413571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6695558977563413571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/03/to-make-fate-out-of-fiction.html' title='To Make Fate Out Of Fiction'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-1165903934718017450</id><published>2011-03-02T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T23:56:45.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Seems Perfection Is Made Up Of Lying To Yourself...</title><summary type='text'>Put downs make my comebacks that much sweeter.The duality of my day:Socially today sucked butt. Personal relationships just aren't working in my favor right now/I'm still struggling with that damn naivete. The worst part is seeing something going wrong that I should say something about and just not being able to find the right words. Something strong and definite. Something that would make the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/1165903934718017450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=1165903934718017450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1165903934718017450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1165903934718017450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-seems-perfection-is-made-up-of-lying.html' title='It Seems Perfection Is Made Up Of Lying To Yourself...'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-388293392274086944</id><published>2011-02-24T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:47:31.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Balance Against My Favour</title><summary type='text'>Making peace with naivete is not the easiest thing to do.You know, one day it would be nice to be less naive. I know I should be, and I don't let myself get fooled too easily, but I do hope too much sometimes. I assume that just being the nice me will work out so that the people I eventually end up being friends with are the best fit. But that's just not true. It's hard work all the time to make </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/388293392274086944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=388293392274086944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/388293392274086944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/388293392274086944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/02/out-of-balance-against-my-favour.html' title='Out of Balance Against My Favour'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3652212435666303569</id><published>2011-02-13T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:03:24.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Between Penance and Patience</title><summary type='text'>My weeks are pretty much split evenly in two:3.5 days of GO GO GO!!!! Do this! Do That! Study this! Write this up! Practice that! Do your Homework! Teach These Kids!3.5 days of recovering from that, dealing with the aftermath of anything i missed during crunch time, and actually seeing people in my life.(plus the gym)My credential courses have already devolved to my realization of what the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3652212435666303569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3652212435666303569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3652212435666303569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3652212435666303569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/02/somwhere-between-penance-and-patience.html' title='Somewhere Between Penance and Patience'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7450775970824016309</id><published>2011-01-31T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:41:17.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Vs. Ought</title><summary type='text'>I'm a student again! Teacher credentialing has begun and while I'm one of if not THE youngest people in my classes, I very much feel up to the task. Let's do this.OK, that was boring and too matter of fact for me. List amendment time!Things that irk me:-People at the gym who grunt like stuck pigs when lifting weights. Unimpressive and repellent.-People who don't use their turn signal. Do you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7450775970824016309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7450775970824016309&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7450775970824016309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7450775970824016309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/02/is-vs-ought.html' title='Is Vs. Ought'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4085973454767920568</id><published>2011-01-17T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:00:01.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday Came Suddenly</title><summary type='text'>Ahh that warm late spring feeling...the balmy air...WTF IT'S JANUARY?!?!?!This is awesome. I lament the fact that this weather is going to leave me by tomorrow night, but I made sure to enjoy it the last two days, driving around in shorts with my windows open and my hand flying alongside the car (yes, I still do that. yes, you should to if you've stopped.)Took myself on a hike today (does that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4085973454767920568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4085973454767920568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4085973454767920568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4085973454767920568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2011/01/someday-came-suddenly.html' title='Someday Came Suddenly'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-5674600593765993855</id><published>2010-12-31T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:24:52.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Switzerland</title><summary type='text'>You know, I always figured that as I got older my mood swings would get more and more gradual. Seemed that as you gained perspective and experience you would be able to stave off depression or over-excitement. I'm pretty sure now that that theory is not true. The experience and perspective don't change the rate at which I get happy or sad, but what I get happy or sad about, and to what degree. In</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/5674600593765993855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=5674600593765993855&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5674600593765993855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5674600593765993855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/12/youre-my-switzerland.html' title='You&apos;re My Switzerland'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-1551905100262539656</id><published>2010-12-25T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T01:52:28.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"To Circumvent All Circumstances"</title><summary type='text'>Alright, starting out in exhibit number one for my annual Christmas post...DSD: I hope I'm exhibit number one!DRKSWRD: No one wants to see you make your "Daniel" faceDaniel: Yeah, DSD we need to talk about you using my likeness in that contorted face thing you do...DSD: But it's my signature move!DRKSWRD: I thought your signature move was flipping off pieces of trash on the ground.DSD: nah, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/1551905100262539656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=1551905100262539656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1551905100262539656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1551905100262539656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-circumvent-all-circumstances.html' title='&quot;To Circumvent All Circumstances&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-470607328031204301</id><published>2010-12-01T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T18:01:31.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ice Cream Headaches and Sweet Avalanche"</title><summary type='text'>It. Is. Done.I have gone to the Gym every day for 100 Days straight..........WOOHOO!!!I'm proud of myself. It's a little weird because today itself didn't feel like that big of an achievement, just another day of my usual routine. That's probably a good thing. means my streak has a good chance of continuing for a long while. Hopefully I can see my way to 200, 300 or the entire year. That'd be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/470607328031204301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=470607328031204301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/470607328031204301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/470607328031204301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/12/ice-cream-headaches-and-sweet-avalanche.html' title='&quot;Ice Cream Headaches and Sweet Avalanche&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-503303107565648159</id><published>2010-11-25T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:03:07.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Nights MMX</title><summary type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving! You want some thanks? You got it:Family!MomDadBeckyGrandmaRamblers:BlaineAlecGeorgeTammiKimKirstenJenenyaJessicaCSUN:Allison McKayDalia BermanErin LawAlex WaggonerMike ChajaPatrick DayTom KeelTo TingAustin AsanoNick medinaNickoRyan JungRobby StearnsRyan GonzalesJosiah MoralesTrevor DolinDustin WoodardNicole SeigelDenia Bradshawetc.!SCV:ALL =)Granada Hills:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/503303107565648159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=503303107565648159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/503303107565648159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/503303107565648159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-nights-mmx.html' title='November Nights MMX'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-1564405247955978277</id><published>2010-11-10T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:46:27.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pitching Myself For Leads In Other Peoples Dreams"</title><summary type='text'>This is post #442. It is sharply European, and therefore, too high brow for me.(ha, a musicians joke!.................)Starting the long process of applying for the credential program. Back into the deep end, well red tape-wise. I'm overqualified. The form for early field experience requires a minimum of 45 verified hours of teaching. Totaling JUST my hours from my employment at west ranch since </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/1564405247955978277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=1564405247955978277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1564405247955978277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1564405247955978277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/11/pitching-myself-for-leads-in-other.html' title='&quot;Pitching Myself For Leads In Other Peoples Dreams&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-8249287254411529755</id><published>2010-10-24T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:01:16.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dripping Context Down My Veins"</title><summary type='text'>For Urban Outfitters:A book collection of artwork made by etching into styrofoam leftover boxes from restaurants. Like one of those books of artistic graffiti. I'm SURE some hipster would buy it.For the general public:A store where you go in and tell a sales rep what kind of day/week/month you're having and what mood you're in and they give you a mix CD or playlist that will perfectly fit you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/8249287254411529755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=8249287254411529755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8249287254411529755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8249287254411529755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/10/dripping-context-down-my-veins.html' title='&quot;Dripping Context Down My Veins&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-8636306630351349424</id><published>2010-10-17T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T23:57:44.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Owe This To Ourselves</title><summary type='text'>Flashback to October 2007: driving home from La Canada I flip on my left turn signal to find that it is flashing much faster than normal. Hmmm...that's usually a sign of the light going out. I get home, get out and check it...it SEEMS to still be flashing, just dimly. For the next three years I somehow convince myself that it's not broken, just a misfire. That's my explanation to anyone who asks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/8636306630351349424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=8636306630351349424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8636306630351349424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8636306630351349424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-owe-this-to-ourselves.html' title='We Owe This To Ourselves'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7865097532948851066</id><published>2010-10-10T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T00:19:03.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When The Wind Set Down In Funnel Form And Pulled You In</title><summary type='text'>Alright, October is in full swing as of this weekend. Csun concerts have begun, Competitions have begun, and the Santa Ana's kicked in this morning to officially inaugurate fall in my book.On Friday I slept in because I came down with a cold. At 11:30 am I was woken by the sound of a crying baby. With my drowsiness I assumed it was coming from the neighbors. When I walked out of my room there was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7865097532948851066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7865097532948851066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7865097532948851066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7865097532948851066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-wind-set-down-in-funnel-form-and.html' title='When The Wind Set Down In Funnel Form And Pulled You In'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-921442917589235507</id><published>2010-09-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T23:40:44.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extrapolating Nonsense</title><summary type='text'>There's something about Motion City Soundtracks "Even if It Kills Me". It is the perfect album for fall for me. it just fits perfectly for balmy fall days. The memories it conjures up are all good, warm and fuzzy kindsI know fall has started, but this odd weather (not unwelcome, mind you. I always appreciate heat) has been bringing up some new feelings for fall ambiance. It's cool.Good fall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/921442917589235507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=921442917589235507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/921442917589235507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/921442917589235507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/09/extrapolating-nonsense.html' title='Extrapolating Nonsense'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4313252852641391227</id><published>2010-09-25T23:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T23:50:45.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Since When Did Bullets Stop to Sing?</title><summary type='text'>My car needs to stop blowing up. I shall say no more.Today was day 33 at the gym.Played some trash can Derby with Johana last night. Nights like last night are perfect for TCD. Braemore cliffs, 75 degrees, clear skies, small breeze, full-ish moon, the subdued sounds of 2 million people. I feel trespassing and violent acts of littering are best complemented by nuanced ambient settings.I'm hoping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4313252852641391227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4313252852641391227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4313252852641391227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4313252852641391227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/09/since-when-did-bullets-stop-to-sing.html' title='Since When Did Bullets Stop to Sing?'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2291144921414871691</id><published>2010-09-21T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T00:05:18.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Light, Darkly</title><summary type='text'>Half of me: POST!!!Other half: Eh, fug it.(correct spelling is indeed "fug")I've got some common responses to things:"Eh, fug it""it happens""Good, fuck em!""That's fantastic!/hilarious!" (usually said to something that shouldn't be viewed as hilarious)-The Daniel face (pull back and to the right to make a double chin-ed disgusted face)-The sean gordon shirt collar pull"oh, heeellloooo" (deep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2291144921414871691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2291144921414871691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2291144921414871691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2291144921414871691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/09/through-light-darkly.html' title='Through the Light, Darkly'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4577883859171586233</id><published>2010-09-17T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:31:56.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep On Keepin' On</title><summary type='text'>So you know how the best Denny's are located near bars so drunks can go feast after throwing their money down for booze?Two weeks ago I was one of those drunks!! I was so fuckin stoked to be one too. I've spent years laughing at drunks in Denny's and I got a perspective from the other side. I wasn't hammered, but it was still a fun experience. And that quesadilla was fuckin delicious...So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4577883859171586233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4577883859171586233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4577883859171586233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4577883859171586233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/09/keep-on-keepin-on.html' title='Keep On Keepin&apos; On'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-803606134407045983</id><published>2010-08-30T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:10:03.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Bear Jew</title><summary type='text'>Haven't done an IM transcription post in while have I?drumbum0730 (11:05:40 PM): &lt;3dark sword25 (11:07:16 PM): that looks like it could be 1) a heart 2) a fucked up ice cream cone 3) a pointy penisagree? disagree?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/803606134407045983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=803606134407045983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/803606134407045983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/803606134407045983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/08/from-bear-jew.html' title='From the Bear Jew'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4667254589668249428</id><published>2010-08-30T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:05:33.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm Riding on a Dolphin, Doing Flips and Shit"</title><summary type='text'>I smell!In a good way. I finally redeemed my certificate for a bottle of cologne at Sephora. I'm now wearing Dolce &amp; Gabana "light blue". Sound preppy? That wasn't even my first choice. I was going to go with...wait for it: Juicy Couture "Dirty English". I LOATHE the word "couture".....but it smelled good. Turns out it was discontinued. Either way, I now smell good, even if it is by way of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4667254589668249428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4667254589668249428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4667254589668249428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4667254589668249428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-riding-on-dolphin-doing-flips-and.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m Riding on a Dolphin, Doing Flips and Shit&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3972860682533339460</id><published>2010-08-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:39:03.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Hope You Brought Some Color With You..."</title><summary type='text'>Last Few days:Roofwork: 98% done with the main house. Garage nextBassoon: I hope I've learned enough to make wind symphonyTuba: I hope I have enough chops to make wind ensemble.Blue Devils Win DCI Again: I can't deny that their execution is pretty damn amazing, I just honestly don't like how they do what they do. The Cavaliers pushed hard, and were definitely a crowd favorite.DCI being over means</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3972860682533339460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3972860682533339460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3972860682533339460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3972860682533339460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hope-you-brought-some-color-with-you.html' title='&quot;I Hope You Brought Some Color With You...&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7202257206985839633</id><published>2010-08-08T16:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T10:59:50.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"There's a Game Called Circle, and I Don't Know How"</title><summary type='text'>Skin Conditioning:As a result of four years in SCV, my skin absorbs burns into tan at a ridiculous rate. After 5 1/2 days of WR band camp I'm pretty damn tan. Back in the day it would have taken at least two weeks to get this dark.Burglarized:...again! My stereo and faceplate, my backpack (which contained my metronome, tuner, Perantucci PT-50 mouthpiece, my CUSTOM Hammond mouthpiece, ALL of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7202257206985839633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7202257206985839633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7202257206985839633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7202257206985839633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/08/theres-game-called-circle-and-i-dont.html' title='&quot;There&apos;s a Game Called Circle, and I Don&apos;t Know How&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2850838043706237050</id><published>2010-08-01T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T21:14:05.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redefining Automation</title><summary type='text'>1st beginning of august post in five years. (yes it's worth noting. IMO. thus, it has been noted)Note to self:making and drinking a triple captain and coke is a:1. terrible risky venture2. terribly awesome venture.Number 1. is an answer to number 2. and number 2. is an answer to number 1. They are simultaneously true.Well here we are: 2 straight weeks of band camp. I think my trepidation only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2850838043706237050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2850838043706237050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2850838043706237050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2850838043706237050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/08/redefining-automation.html' title='Redefining Automation'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2676352007059346178</id><published>2010-07-23T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T02:20:20.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perennial Juxtaposition</title><summary type='text'>George and Kirsten are MARRIED!The wedding was fantastic. Everything went off without a hitch, everyone had a great time, the music was good, the food was good, the dance floor was happenin', and I got to be with my closest friends to celebrate a momentous occasion for one of our own. When's the next wedding?!Being on the dance floor skankin' the night away was a special moment for me. It was at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2676352007059346178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2676352007059346178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2676352007059346178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2676352007059346178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/07/perennial-juxtaposition.html' title='Perennial Juxtaposition'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-379203668419057614</id><published>2010-07-15T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T01:25:58.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on "</title><summary type='text'>MMM MMM Tasty. good, healthy-sized portions of drama.It's refreshing to remember that everyone is messed up on the inside. Somewhere inside everyone, inside their life story is a large portion of drama. Good drama, real drama, juicy drama, fake drama, emo drama, family drama, friend drama, relationship drama, religious drama, work drama. Drama has a place in everyones life.I've gotten two nice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/379203668419057614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=379203668419057614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/379203668419057614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/379203668419057614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-pen-is-barrel-of-gun-remind-me-which.html' title='&quot;My pen is the barrel of the gun. Remind me which side you should be on &quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-6796061328008792814</id><published>2010-07-13T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T17:09:24.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Premature Combustion</title><summary type='text'>Fire season has sent us a preview! I guess dry and windy can make for July fires...go figure.Fires are supposed to be between September and November. It's arson's Christmas!!!So if today was caused by an arson: Shame on you. Premature combustion is a sign of immaturity!!!In more important news:The first July Post in forever!!!-I've performed 124 Drum Corps Shows as a member of the Santa Clara </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6796061328008792814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=6796061328008792814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6796061328008792814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6796061328008792814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/07/premature-combustion.html' title='Premature Combustion'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2442097892877645118</id><published>2010-06-17T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T14:16:45.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Only It Was as Easy as Ctrl-C, Ctrl-V</title><summary type='text'>Can't we just copy and paste this weather for the next two months??? I'd be so happy. Hot days make swimming and beach weather, then the evening and twilight are the PERFECT temperature for BBQ's, Hiking, and just being outside. I love this!I went for a hike/walk three days ago up through aliso canyon to ET park at Sesnon and Reseda. It was one of the nicest experiences I've had this entire year.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2442097892877645118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2442097892877645118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2442097892877645118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2442097892877645118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/06/if-only-it-was-as-easy-as-ctrl-c-ctrl-v.html' title='If Only It Was as Easy as Ctrl-C, Ctrl-V'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-6566882425807770656</id><published>2010-06-03T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T21:40:35.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listography #4: Made it Myself</title><summary type='text'>Books That Haven't Been made, and Probably Shouldn't Be:-A complete list of Hat-Makers-How to get Human off of Your Lice-Encyclopedia of Encyclopedias-1000 Reasons "Hella" is Not a Word-Pictures of People You Don't Want to Meet-Truck Stop Bathrooms Across the United States: A Review-Spray a Can of Axe, Get Axed When You're on the Can-a novel-Gooselumps-Could Your Goose have Cancer?-How to Test if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6566882425807770656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=6566882425807770656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6566882425807770656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6566882425807770656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/06/listography-4-made-it-myself.html' title='Listography #4: Made it Myself'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-8627293188697134938</id><published>2010-06-01T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:00:15.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Irksome Iterations</title><summary type='text'>LOL IS NOT AN APPROPRIATE RESPONSE FOR EVERYTHING!!!I get it, lol can be an expression of laughter over the internet. I don't like it, so I use haha instead. I've come to terms with lol...But it can't be a placeholder for real responses! You don't say lol to everything! It doesn't work that way. That's not how normal people operate. People who laugh at everything or for no reason, and this is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/8627293188697134938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=8627293188697134938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8627293188697134938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8627293188697134938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/06/irksome-iterations.html' title='Irksome Iterations'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7827382764925416192</id><published>2010-06-01T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T01:13:44.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Drink Down that Gin and Kerosene"</title><summary type='text'>Two milestones!!!Kinda. Are blog stats ever considered milestones? Maybe on popular blogs...Fuck it.#1: This Is my 17th post in the beginning half of the year. I haven't surpassed 17 posts in the first half of the year since 2006 when I had exactly 17. This is cool for several reasons:-More posts! (yay!)-I didn't even post at all in Jan. or Feb.-Minus those two months I still reached 17 posts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7827382764925416192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7827382764925416192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7827382764925416192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7827382764925416192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/06/drink-down-that-gin-and-kerosene.html' title='&quot;Drink Down that Gin and Kerosene&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7765241491867829610</id><published>2010-05-31T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T01:18:15.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy of Sleeping In &amp; Listography #3: Made a Funny</title><summary type='text'>Still sleeping in till noon almost every day.I'm really okay with that. It makes the days seem short (only 7-8 hours of sunlight), sure, but my energy level doesn't seem to be adversely affected by the extra sleep. At some point I'll have accumulated enough that I'll wake up earlier, right? Maybe...(doubtful)Last few days:-WR Banquet-Vi's goodbye meal-Weedeating the backyard-Granada </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7765241491867829610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7765241491867829610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7765241491867829610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7765241491867829610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/05/joy-of-sleeping-in-listography-3-made.html' title='The Joy of Sleeping In &amp; Listography #3: Made a Funny'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-1397816522361268610</id><published>2010-05-26T15:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T11:03:39.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listography #2: Mood mixes</title><summary type='text'>The silver anniversary hath arrived!I feel you need a recap of the mood CDs. You don't? Understandable, but here they are:Spring 03: Mood MixTracklist:Drift and Die-Puddle of MuddBlurry-Puddle of MuddDrive-IncubusKryptonite-Three Doors DownHero-Chad KroegerThe Space Between- Dave Matthews BandIt's My Turn to Fly- The UrgeIt's My Life- Bon JoviRunaway- Linkin ParkIn The End- Linkin ParkFreshmen- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/1397816522361268610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=1397816522361268610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1397816522361268610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1397816522361268610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/05/listography-2-mood-mixes.html' title='Listography #2: Mood mixes'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4651311477254260457</id><published>2010-05-26T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:38:52.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Listography #1: Jobs</title><summary type='text'>I like lists.You like lists. (I hope!)I'm going to begin a non-consecutive series of posts that are just lists I happen to feel like making, for whatever reason; entertainment, archiving, remembering, etc. Maybe I'll actually keep up and make these posts/lists regularly. I do like lists, so maybe they'll make me actually login and post more often. We shall see...The first list post is about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4651311477254260457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4651311477254260457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4651311477254260457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4651311477254260457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/05/listography-1-jobs.html' title='Listography #1: Jobs'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7358448100989534981</id><published>2010-05-24T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T01:39:23.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost: My Composure. Found: My Composer.</title><summary type='text'>You have no idea how long that title has been waiting in my mind to get posted!!!...no really, you don't. And I'm about to tell you!It's been in my mind since December! Six months!!! It came from this Fall Out Boy lyric from their song "From Now on We are Enemies""A composer, but never composed"So around then the idea to title a post like this popped into my head, but that was about the time I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7358448100989534981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7358448100989534981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7358448100989534981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7358448100989534981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/05/lost-my-composure-found-my-composer.html' title='Lost: My Composure. Found: My Composer.'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-8803931422184187608</id><published>2010-05-16T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:31:51.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back When Kids Were Men!</title><summary type='text'>Yay, an original post title! I'm always on the lookout in my day to day dialogue (with myself or others) for a good saying or thought for a post title. It kinda fulfills me. Makes me feel creative. I remember a time when such post titles were more common. At some point, for some reason, I diverged to using lyrics for post titles. Now, don't get me wrong, I like lyrics. I've already been through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/8803931422184187608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=8803931422184187608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8803931422184187608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8803931422184187608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/05/back-when-kids-were-men.html' title='Back When Kids Were Men!'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7270657898186751968</id><published>2010-05-02T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T00:02:42.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Desire for Disorder</title><summary type='text'>This weekend was...one of those full ones. Not necessarily running-around-like-crazy full, but more like a general full-of-everything weekend. It was a good feeling. Ups and downs occurred of course, but we all need those, right?...what's that? You say YOU only need ups? Well I feel bad for the guy who's getting all of your downs. Me? I'd say when I tire of ups and downs I tend to go around in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7270657898186751968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7270657898186751968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7270657898186751968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7270657898186751968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/05/desire-for-disorder.html' title='A Desire for Disorder'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2155942044752159454</id><published>2010-04-28T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T01:23:40.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Your Head's in the Clouds, the best Advice I've Found is Don't Look Down</title><summary type='text'>First item: Today is 31-cent scoop night at Baskin Robbins. You should all go between 5 and 9 pm. I will be.Wheew...right in the thick of the end of the semester. That lack of hw turned into "I need to practice piano...because I can't play the damn thing."Chamber Music community performance at Callahan Elem. later today.World Music Service Learning project teaching kids taiko Thursday May 6th in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2155942044752159454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2155942044752159454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2155942044752159454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2155942044752159454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-your-heads-in-clouds-best-advice-ive.html' title='If Your Head&apos;s in the Clouds, the best Advice I&apos;ve Found is Don&apos;t Look Down'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-8875031571703271602</id><published>2010-04-20T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T01:49:49.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"This Pantomime Dialect"</title><summary type='text'>..................PULSE WON!WGI PIW Champions for the first time ever after coming in second place by several tenths in semi-finals. I am very proud of Blaine for what he accomplished in his first and only year in PULSE. So glad he was able to do that just once before aging out, to be a part of the activity at such a high level and to experience the group work ethic it takes to win. They smoked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/8875031571703271602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=8875031571703271602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8875031571703271602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8875031571703271602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-pantomime-dialect.html' title='&quot;This Pantomime Dialect&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2761318854537619486</id><published>2010-04-13T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:54:21.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"From the Manger to the Morgue, Strangers are Born and Reborn"</title><summary type='text'>I've been waiting to use that Receiving end of Sirens lyric forever. Finally got a good reason to put it in. More on that at the end. Let's get started with Aprils first post!Let's see...where did I put that update? In my pocket? no. In my back pocket? no. In my glove box? no. In my wallet? no. In my man-purse?...gotcha, I don't have one! Is it in my drawer? no. Under the bed? no. On the floor? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2761318854537619486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2761318854537619486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2761318854537619486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2761318854537619486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-manger-to-morgue-strangers-are.html' title='&quot;From the Manger to the Morgue, Strangers are Born and Reborn&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-5666178791559808961</id><published>2010-03-30T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:59:36.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plagued by Practical</title><summary type='text'>I COULD update in detail, but it's 1 AM-ish and I need to sleep.Quick Run-downGym, NOM NOM Truck and failed Xooro Tuesday nightChamber practice, Oil Change, Gym,  JISHIN souplantation fundraiser, Phys of Music, and Rambler-ish reunion minus Blaine plus Jenyne! on Wednesday.School, Granada, WR, and McDonald's hang with staff. KAAAAHHHNNN!!!! Thursday.Masterclass, WR, and staff hang at Claim </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/5666178791559808961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=5666178791559808961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5666178791559808961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5666178791559808961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/03/plagued-by-practical.html' title='Plagued by Practical'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-795322865768005698</id><published>2010-03-22T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T01:38:13.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Have the Whoop Ass Fajitas</title><summary type='text'>There's been a lot of ass whooping the past few daysOn the Receiving end:-From musicianship aural tests. My ears now slip into non-functionality whenever I hear something in that class. I miss tonality.-From Prelude and Fugue in D minor. I'm totally stoked to help the GH kids because they themselves asked me to. But dang, conducting that piece is tough.-From myself. Got to the gym a decent amount</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/795322865768005698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=795322865768005698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/795322865768005698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/795322865768005698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/03/ill-have-whoop-ass-fajitas.html' title='I&apos;ll Have the Whoop Ass Fajitas'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2002413537539917702</id><published>2010-03-16T23:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T00:19:30.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here, Fall Down this Hill</title><summary type='text'>Why hello weather change my old friend how are you? How's life? How have you been since last I saw you? How's the wife? Pregnant! Congratulations! And how's that sister of hers? (nudge nudge, wink wink)Phoenix is Kinda far away. But the freeways are sweet.Nick and I took on a wild boar head to head in the 4Runner. The boar lost.Kidding, we had to swerve. But, we did discuss what would happen in a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2002413537539917702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2002413537539917702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2002413537539917702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2002413537539917702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-fall-down-this-hill.html' title='Here, Fall Down this Hill'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4653771327835827950</id><published>2010-03-07T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T00:09:55.845-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GSINAEFBS- Grocery Store is Not a Euphemism for Butt Sex</title><summary type='text'>These past few days have been filled with many moments i would label WIN and several I would label FAILFAIL'sBeing a poor last minute plannerHaving a lack of tactProcrastinatingOrdering too much foodUwink at Topanga has ceased to existForgetting the WR cymbals at my house and only realizing that fact once I'd gotten to the school.Not being able to read Ishmael yetWIN'sThe Grilled Cheese </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4653771327835827950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4653771327835827950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4653771327835827950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4653771327835827950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/03/gsinaefbs-grocery-store-is-not.html' title='GSINAEFBS- Grocery Store is Not a Euphemism for Butt Sex'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-473669253512826139</id><published>2010-03-04T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:00:31.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the End We Walk Out</title><summary type='text'>But I didn't.Here's Why: I had an aural midterm that I kicked my ass to study for. I had a three-part score playing test in Piano. And now I have a two-hour sectional to lead on that damn Canonfire piece. It's going to be awesome, but damn. It's tough.So, maybe if I gave it a lot of thought, and it was on another day, I'd walk out. But I still pay less than most everyone else for college and I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/473669253512826139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=473669253512826139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/473669253512826139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/473669253512826139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-end-we-walk-out.html' title='In the End We Walk Out'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7096431444419386877</id><published>2010-03-03T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:08:29.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Celldweller is Unafraid</title><summary type='text'>Dun Dun Dun!!!I'm posting in class. for the first time in my life.I've posted when I was supposed to be in class, but never actually during.But...does it count when it's an online course?I'm going to count it, but you let me know if you disagree.Though lately I have expressed my hate for the rain, violently at times even, I do have to admit something: it makes the sky amazing the day after. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7096431444419386877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7096431444419386877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7096431444419386877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7096431444419386877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-celldweller-is-unafraid.html' title='And the Celldweller is Unafraid'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2456058456948787229</id><published>2010-03-02T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:36:49.538-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Thought This Was All a Part of the Plan...</title><summary type='text'>Hello new decade, two months late.Hello my old friend, the status update. How are you?Status Update: Well I'm just dandy! In the past two month's I've been...DSD: Excuse me. Sorry to interrupt, but I've got to post.Errr...what now?I connected with an old lady yesterday. As I was facing south on Encino preparing to make a right on Chatsworth the light turned green, but I had to let a bicyclist </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2456058456948787229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2456058456948787229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2456058456948787229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2456058456948787229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-thought-this-was-all-part-of-plan.html' title='I Thought This Was All a Part of the Plan...'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-5808391852452375584</id><published>2009-12-25T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T01:40:57.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing the Symphonies of the Overdosed</title><summary type='text'>"I just want to be better than yourYour head's only medicine"We're going multi-cultural for the last christmas post of the 2000's, so whilst you read I kindly suggest that you imagine the sound of a ukulele playing christmas carols with interludes of "dreidel, dreidel" and "Hava Nagila".Let me start by stating that I am slightly under the influence of a couple of shots of Jack Daniel's, which </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/5808391852452375584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=5808391852452375584&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5808391852452375584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5808391852452375584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/12/singing-symphonies-of-overdosed.html' title='Singing the Symphonies of the Overdosed'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-624615004136594783</id><published>2009-11-30T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:28:39.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mother of All Playground Games: A Planetary Slingshot Stop Sign</title><summary type='text'>Two discoveries: one new and one belated.New Discovery: When under $3.00, the Delmar (Oviatt Library...but I like Delmar better) waives late book fees at the end of the semester. I shall now hang on to those seventy-five cents a bit longer.Belated Discovery:We have slowed down Jupiter. literally.So you know how when you ran around in the playground in elementary school and grabbed a pole to swing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/624615004136594783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=624615004136594783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/624615004136594783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/624615004136594783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/11/mother-of-all-playground-games.html' title='The Mother of All Playground Games: A Planetary Slingshot Stop Sign'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-8352388845209957929</id><published>2009-11-30T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:33:28.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Sugar Cube but with a Kick in the Head</title><summary type='text'>Recap Amalgam:1: SCV night? Check.2. Thanksgiving walk +Jess time? Check. Plus Frisbee disc? Check.3. Family dinner with Ally and Alex. Check. Slightly undercooked turducken requiring an extra two hours? Check. After dinner viewing of Red vs Blue turducken episode, Muppet Bohemian Rhapsody and traditional walk around Granada Elementary? Check.3A Combined Algazy/Gelzer/McKay/Waggoner dessert? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/8352388845209957929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=8352388845209957929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8352388845209957929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8352388845209957929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/11/like-sugar-cube-but-with-kick-in-head.html' title='Like a Sugar Cube but with a Kick in the Head'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SxOMZ_Vn_7I/AAAAAAAAAE8/_WtiXLLw43s/s72-c/600px-Uniform_great_rhombicuboctahedron.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4095348251670292275</id><published>2009-11-26T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T02:11:35.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November Nights: A Thanksgiving Amalgam</title><summary type='text'>Well it is thanksgiving, so Let's kick this post in gear with some thanks: All people big and little in my life, with all flaws and imperfections, with all frequencies of when I see them:My FamilyJessica and familyGeorge and KirstenBlaineAlecTammiThe Families of all the RamblersKimSCV:Nick PetoyanRonny SunaaZach ChristyDolfoBobbyErin P.EliseAndreStuMike TarrJeff FiedlerAll other members, staff, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4095348251670292275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4095348251670292275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4095348251670292275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4095348251670292275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-nights-thanksgiving-amalgam.html' title='November Nights: A Thanksgiving Amalgam'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-8878073237329211422</id><published>2009-11-18T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T15:12:28.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialect and Different Skill</title><summary type='text'>I'm not sure what was more disappointing today: my chamber music coaching or my lunch.Our concert is tomorrow and my accompanist is a very nice older gentleman. He's primarily an organ player, not a pianist. The organ does not have variable volume based on how much pressure you put on the keys- it's based on how many pipes are resonating, and that's controlled a different way. So his touch on the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/8878073237329211422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=8878073237329211422&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8878073237329211422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8878073237329211422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/11/dialect-and-different-skill.html' title='Dialect and Different Skill'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-1947275207151818863</id><published>2009-11-15T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T00:55:46.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Ghost of Twilight</title><summary type='text'>Haunting neither night nor day. With one foot treading sweet rapture, and one foot in the grave."A Pedagogical Boondoggle:My Wind Pedagogy Class is a waste of a college course. It is attended by 30 people for two hours a week. Cumulatively this class wastes 60 man hours each week, and will have wasted 900 by the end of the semester. The possible benefits of those 900 hours will never be reaped. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/1947275207151818863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=1947275207151818863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1947275207151818863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1947275207151818863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/11/ghost-of-twilight.html' title='&quot;The Ghost of Twilight'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-6221600708114013671</id><published>2009-10-25T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T16:23:20.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Realization of The Ear - The Music of The Spheres</title><summary type='text'>I keep my weekly schedule poorly written on a piece of scrap paper.I think: "Should I invest in a planner?"Answer: probably not.Two weeks ago i drove home from west ranch on the old road while it was raining. My car hydroplanes slightly.I think: "Holy Hera!"Answer: next day my dad tells me he's gonna buy me tires. We go to the mechanic's Thursday morning, they hoist the car up and the guy goes "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6221600708114013671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=6221600708114013671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6221600708114013671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6221600708114013671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/10/realization-of-ear-music-of-spheres.html' title='A Realization of The Ear - The Music of The Spheres'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7645848820258478950</id><published>2009-10-08T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T15:26:28.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>400th post spectacular!</title><summary type='text'>I figured I'd have to work hard to find something to write about for the long lost, fabled 400th post. I'd have to scour across the lands for the amzingness, the exoticism, the excitement of this fabled tale. I'd have to put in hours of back-breaking hard labor.Nope. It came to me through someone else.JESSICA IS GOING TO BRAZIL!!!She got in! I knew it!I know this is going to be such an amazing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7645848820258478950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7645848820258478950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7645848820258478950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7645848820258478950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/10/400th-post-spectacular.html' title='400th post spectacular!'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3365919204092658374</id><published>2009-10-07T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T02:07:19.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Battesimo Del Fuoco</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, I guess I should update after four fuggin' months, eh?It's not that I DIDN't want to update...but more like so much shit went down that I just never posted.SCV 2009: ARTISTRY PERSONIFIEDIf I had to summarize my summer it would be "artistry personified". My age-out show was special in the most undeniable way: it will be remembered. I have not met a single person that disliked our show. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3365919204092658374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3365919204092658374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3365919204092658374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3365919204092658374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/10/battesimo-del-fuoco.html' title='Battesimo Del Fuoco'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-8008360040107077956</id><published>2009-05-17T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T00:01:48.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Could be the last post before I'm gone. Hmm. Let's hope it's post-worthy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/8008360040107077956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=8008360040107077956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8008360040107077956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/8008360040107077956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/05/could-be-last-post-before-im-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-1665970231450352960</id><published>2009-05-07T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:23:24.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Machiavellian Dandelion</title><summary type='text'>Depress Depress DepressRage Rage RageVent Vent VentMature Mature Mature"Wash that mouth out, ditch those morals, sleep your way right to the top"A week of mood after mood after mood. A Machiavellian Dandelion, the dishonest weed, the smiling swine, the pimp and the priest. Is it a weed masquerading as a dandelion, or just a downright deceptive enemy? Last Thursday there were at least five </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/1665970231450352960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=1665970231450352960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1665970231450352960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/1665970231450352960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/05/machiavellian-dandelion.html' title='A Machiavellian Dandelion'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3483312507041155113</id><published>2009-04-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:53:54.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carry on, Carelessly</title><summary type='text'>"A Realization of the Ear"Wow.What a feeling I haven't felt in a while. Something completely new and full of possibility, steeped and aged in reminiscence and good times.A moment that flash imprints itself in your memory. I talked about this once in Jan. of 2005. Those moments that your mind will always go back to. You don't remember this moment- you anchor on it. Things branch to it and from it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3483312507041155113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3483312507041155113&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3483312507041155113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3483312507041155113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/04/carry-on-carelessly.html' title='Carry on, Carelessly'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-6075591571926311700</id><published>2009-04-23T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T16:41:54.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Swine</title><summary type='text'>The Book of Face Friends:I was thinking today about that fact that Facebook doesn't notify you when someone deletes you from their friend list. I understand why they do that, but it got me to concocting possible plot points for a movie called "The Book of Face Friends" or something like it. I'm thinking something like a main character that thinks they have things all worked out, tons of facebook </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6075591571926311700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=6075591571926311700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6075591571926311700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6075591571926311700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/04/smiling-swine.html' title='Smiling Swine'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2168454742978432711</id><published>2009-04-19T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T00:33:36.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bourgeoisie of Arguments</title><summary type='text'>We are the angry, the innocentWe are the hungry, the discontentWe are the marquee, the one percentWe are the bourgeoisie of argumentsIt's the fifth anniversary of a post. I don't think that's important, but it prompted this post, so it served its purpose as a stimulus to my bullshit.Alright, let's jump right in.I thre my back out/pinched a nerve two thursdays ago helping Alec tear down his movie </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2168454742978432711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2168454742978432711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2168454742978432711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2168454742978432711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/04/bourgeoisie-of-arguments.html' title='The Bourgeoisie of Arguments'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-5750612945929502656</id><published>2009-04-01T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T00:01:15.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploratory Mastication</title><summary type='text'>I believe this phrase will be useful in the following instances:As a Restaurant NameTrying new FoodA Band Name/Album Title/Song TitleWhen trying to find popcorn Kernels stuck in your gumsOral Sex Gone WrongWhy The Fuck do I Keep Using Capitals? It's fuckin weird. I usually do this and edit them back out. I must break this vicious cycle of poor capitalization.I came up with the phrase exploratory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/5750612945929502656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=5750612945929502656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5750612945929502656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5750612945929502656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/04/exploratory-mastication.html' title='Exploratory Mastication'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3008271539673771455</id><published>2009-03-31T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:44:00.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivate-Annihilate</title><summary type='text'>I am unmotivated. This is a problem.I'm done with my recital...but I still have to go to school. Fuck that.I only say Fuck that because the only class that is semi-enjoyable anymore is Wind Ensemble.Music History...really?Chamber: I could really care less. I enjoy playing and I make sure I sound good...but I'd rather do other things.Percussion: we're done with learning to play snare, so now it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3008271539673771455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3008271539673771455&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3008271539673771455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3008271539673771455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/03/motivate-annihilate.html' title='Motivate-Annihilate'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-440535816927345027</id><published>2009-03-15T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T23:39:22.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything or Not a Thing Will Do</title><summary type='text'>...And suddenly I looked around and my recital is a week behind me...Fuck the what?My recital Kicked ass. I'm so glad so many people came. I went to school the next day and three people who I didn't even know were there congratulated me on a great performance. Pretty sweet.The whole thing went by so frickin fast. I left my house at five. Suddenly it was 7:30 and my recital was about to start. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/440535816927345027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=440535816927345027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/440535816927345027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/440535816927345027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/03/anything-or-not-thing-will-do.html' title='Anything or Not a Thing Will Do'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-5911748788507535683</id><published>2009-03-05T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T09:28:44.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Post ver. I should be in Music History Right Now</title><summary type='text'>I have three items this morning:1: Last Thursday the greatest thing happened. I'm sitting at In n out with Dalia after Studio Ensemble and I delivering some story. I'm getting in to it, with gestures, metaphors, euphemisms, mimicry-basically the whole she-bang. In a brief pause, the soda machine blasts ice out of itself. No one around, no reason: just ICE. Perfect comedic timing. I stopped my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/5911748788507535683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=5911748788507535683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5911748788507535683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5911748788507535683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/03/morning-post-ver-i-should-be-in-music.html' title='Morning Post ver. I should be in Music History Right Now'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-961755408066834607</id><published>2009-03-01T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T23:30:32.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make My Bed the Grave and Shovel Dirt onto My Sheets</title><summary type='text'>Hello there!Good evening.How the hell are ya?Remember when my posts used to begin with a greeting?Let's see...1. My Recital is in a fuckin week.......HOLY CRAP!After my recital...ahhh...I think my "thing" for this semester is going to be my jog-hikes. I started Friday, and I enjoy them massively.Friday: Park on reseda below braemore, go up the hillside to the cliffs bordering braemore and take </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/961755408066834607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=961755408066834607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/961755408066834607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/961755408066834607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/03/make-my-bed-grave-and-shovel-dirt-onto.html' title='Make My Bed the Grave and Shovel Dirt onto My Sheets'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-896982059984083756</id><published>2009-02-20T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T10:10:22.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Detached-Connected</title><summary type='text'>So I learned why time seems to go faster as we get older: The brain notices long-accustomed changes less frenquently. Basically we adapt to stimuli. So as we get older AND we have less to do time passes even faster.Given that I'm 21 and losing brain cells due to atrophy at a rate of 50,000 per day...my days are speeding up.BUT!This week I have found the solution: Give the brain so much stimulus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/896982059984083756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=896982059984083756&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/896982059984083756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/896982059984083756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/02/detached-connected.html' title='Detached-Connected'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2137475875729439633</id><published>2009-01-29T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:46:18.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning DSD-land</title><summary type='text'>a few items:1. I just wanted to post in the morning for once. a little change of pace for all you faithful readers.2. I wanted to let the world know that even though I've run for the last seven days straight (usually in the morning)...today was too windy.3. BUT! I did not give up. In the face of adversity I stretched my muscles, pushed myself up, and crunched myself into a ball. I DID DO </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2137475875729439633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2137475875729439633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2137475875729439633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2137475875729439633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-morning-dsd-land.html' title='Good Morning DSD-land'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7654132171428719387</id><published>2009-01-22T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:36:15.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Vain, to Float the Bane</title><summary type='text'>I am overcome by an urge to post on the one month anniversary of my last post, and yet I have no frame to attach my stories to. how to frame the important events of my life. If I were to post i would most likely gloss over the interesting parts of the last month of my life and instead fill the post with inane drivel.Oh well, nothing's coming to me so here we go.Natalie is currently hounding me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7654132171428719387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7654132171428719387&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7654132171428719387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7654132171428719387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-vain-to-float-bane.html' title='In Vain, to Float the Bane'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4599460765859777619</id><published>2008-12-25T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T13:16:29.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick Drum Beating in My Chest Again</title><summary type='text'>You there! Yes you! the one with the big sock-like hat. Yes! Come! Let me regale with stories of yuletide cheer, heavy on the yule.I realy liked my Christmas post last year so I'm going to do a similar year-end summary type dealy. Deal with it. If you find this unacceptable I will cut off your partridge and kick you in the pear trees. This is also applicable to women.Exhibit #1: The affair of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4599460765859777619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4599460765859777619&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4599460765859777619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4599460765859777619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/12/kick-drum-beating-in-my-chest-again.html' title='Kick Drum Beating in My Chest Again'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-6214175851542600934</id><published>2008-12-05T23:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T00:04:42.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Any Danger, Bring it on Home</title><summary type='text'>So Alec and I are sitting in Red Robin. He's telling me about the set he needs to build for his senior film. I ask how big the room needs to be. he says "the distance of the walkway outside" I look out the window and say..."about 40 feet".As we leave i go from one side of the walkway to the other. It took twenty one 8 to 5 steps to get there. one 8 to 5 step is 22.5 inches. Multiply by 21 to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/6214175851542600934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=6214175851542600934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6214175851542600934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/6214175851542600934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/12/any-danger-bring-it-on-home.html' title='Any Danger, Bring it on Home'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3625294475593547821</id><published>2008-11-20T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T22:56:54.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabbra Cadabra</title><summary type='text'>I thought I'd be posting every Wednesday, but then my wireless adapter up and dies on me so here I am, FOUR WEDNESDAYS plus one later WITH a new wireless adapter and posting on my computer after a long time of neglect. Sorry.Sorry to my blog. Not you.Blog worthy subjects have come and gone. Ideas for posts have lived, died, or are merely taking up space in my vast memory cavern.I don't mean to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3625294475593547821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3625294475593547821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3625294475593547821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3625294475593547821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/11/sabbra-cadabra.html' title='Sabbra Cadabra'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2539224302840163156</id><published>2008-10-22T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:11:54.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Propane Nightmares</title><summary type='text'>I thought I'd be posting every wednesday, but then my wireless adapter up and dies on me so here I am, TWO wednesdays later with no wireless adapter, posting on my parents computer.Let's recount days... Friday the 10th: Went out to Santa Monica with jess and got some burgers and churros. Burgers were pretty good, but I put a weird combination of things on mine that didn't work out as well as I'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2539224302840163156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2539224302840163156&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2539224302840163156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2539224302840163156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/10/propane-nightmares.html' title='Propane Nightmares'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-2419546861594028527</id><published>2008-10-08T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:26:27.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Piece of Heaven</title><summary type='text'>There have been a few thanks that I've needed to post in the last few daysThanks to-The Guy at TGIF who returned my debit card to me after I left it there the day before-The barista at the Granada Hills Starbucks on chatsworth and lindley. It was here that I found I had left my debit card at Friday's, so I said I couldn't pay for my frapuccino. She said "I recognize you, you come in here a lot so</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/2419546861594028527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=2419546861594028527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2419546861594028527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/2419546861594028527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-piece-of-heaven.html' title='A Little Piece of Heaven'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-687947031436584310</id><published>2008-10-01T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:09:23.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A World Based on Standards and Fire</title><summary type='text'>I thought I had turned comment moderation off, but I hadn't. I'm assuming that the moderation kept people from commenting, so now that it's off I predict oh...25 comments per post.This is my first time doing two posts in two days since february. WOW!So for three years I've been ranting about wanting to go on the roof of Sierra Hall at CSUN, and today i did it.Turns out there are actually offices </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/687947031436584310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=687947031436584310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/687947031436584310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/687947031436584310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/10/world-based-on-standards-and-fire.html' title='A World Based on Standards and Fire'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-3707282444873997857</id><published>2008-09-30T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T23:47:45.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Your Colour</title><summary type='text'>You know what I really Fuckin' hate?FLAT BRIMMED CAPS5 Steps to pissing the living fuck out of DSDStep 1: Take a baseball cap and flatten out the brim. Why? no reason?Step 2: Some Asshole buys the bastardized cap and likes it.Step 3: The asshole multiplies as people decide they like bastardized headgearStep 4: The same asshole decides he's going to leave the shiny sticker on his caps from now on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/3707282444873997857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=3707282444873997857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3707282444873997857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/3707282444873997857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/09/hold-your-colour.html' title='Hold Your Colour'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-5253585449698699639</id><published>2008-09-25T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:55:51.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Selfish Tempest</title><summary type='text'>So I guess Wamu exploded. Go Figure.That's all for my involvement in real world affairs. Onto something far more entertaining and less stressful: My blog post! DSD guaranteed to make you pee yourself in pure delight. Well...maybe moisten yourself. Okay, maybe a hearty laugh? Fine, fuck you. This post is guaranteed to give you kidney cancer...Alright, apparently I can't actually enforce that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/5253585449698699639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=5253585449698699639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5253585449698699639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/5253585449698699639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/09/selfish-tempest.html' title='The Selfish Tempest'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4894582213344609383</id><published>2008-09-15T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:42:06.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Panic Research</title><summary type='text'>As they become more infrequent, are my posts better or worse-off?The last two weeks have been of some rather opposite makeup.Week 1: ANGRY AS FUCK!Week 2: Totally chillPerhaps I should delve in more? What's that you say? You LIKE my inane drivel about my super interesting life? Tell me more. Actually, don't tell me more, I have to talk about my awesome self...Week 1: I let myself get angered by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4894582213344609383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4894582213344609383&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4894582213344609383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4894582213344609383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-panic-research.html' title='My Panic Research'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-4661816486265092942</id><published>2008-09-03T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T08:48:11.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just for a Taste of Anything that's Laced with Innocence"</title><summary type='text'>Do you associate colors with things? If you give me a word or number, or year, or song, I can tell you what color I think of.1. Off white2. a navy blue3. light orange4. medium green5. purple6. pink7. yellow-orange8. dark purple9. dark pink10. light blueEntertaining, yes? You are surely entertained.So Lynnea and I got into a HUGE shouting match about which was "bigger": The present moment, or the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/4661816486265092942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=4661816486265092942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4661816486265092942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/4661816486265092942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-for-trace-of-anything-thats-laced.html' title='&quot;Just for a Taste of Anything that&apos;s Laced with Innocence&quot;'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5480673.post-7857475918876555615</id><published>2008-08-26T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:33:48.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rival Cycle</title><summary type='text'>"This is the last night in my body"The end of summer, the switchback, where I must go from 12 hrs a day to...not. So abrupt.I need to stop cursing so goddamn much.Every other sentence I was calling people a "fuck-mook"Now I have to go to college and write scholarly essays.(Actually, not entirely true...most of my essays I get to flood with personal reflections and opinions...the reason I took the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/feeds/7857475918876555615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5480673&amp;postID=7857475918876555615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7857475918876555615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5480673/posts/default/7857475918876555615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tubajupiter.blogspot.com/2008/08/rival-cycle.html' title='The Rival Cycle'/><author><name>DSD</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01531359917492945970</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AH_9gGZiaVs/SNxr-Jr8gII/AAAAAAAAAC0/cesGU-Ox57Y/S220/IMG_0295.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
