<?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-412599258899264880</id><updated>2011-11-22T10:43:20.782-05:00</updated><category term='Runes'/><category term='tech'/><category term='songs'/><category term='gypsy'/><category term='rpg'/><category term='sunshine'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='Poets'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='music'/><category term='bored'/><category term='Zombies'/><category term='havamal'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Chronicles of a Wandering Fool</title><subtitle type='html'>"There is no truth save that of eternal struggle." Michael Moorcock</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-6420715789283973340</id><published>2011-11-22T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T10:43:20.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pzXUfg04gdw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the world you know was like it is&lt;br /&gt;I held a lover once and I was his&lt;br /&gt;And we walked along the river in the sun&lt;br /&gt;But he's a lonely man, so this was done&lt;br /&gt;The only place we had to meet was night&lt;br /&gt;While the sun he sleeps in shadows we can hide&lt;br /&gt;On the mountainside we spent our time together&lt;br /&gt;but it is gone when morning comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are the wolf&lt;br /&gt;And I am the moon&lt;br /&gt;And in the endless sky we are but one&lt;br /&gt;We are alive&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams wolf and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days and nights will come and go&lt;br /&gt;While the only light you'll see is from my glow&lt;br /&gt;There will never be a dawn that breaks the spell surrounding us&lt;br /&gt;Til the earth dies with the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you are the wolf&lt;br /&gt;And I am the moon&lt;br /&gt;And in the endless sky we are but one&lt;br /&gt;We are alive&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams wolf and I&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh (4x)&lt;br /&gt;Aaah aaah aaah aaaah aaah (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the endless sky we are but one&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm mmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-6420715789283973340?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6420715789283973340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6420715789283973340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2011/11/before-world-you-know-was-like-it-is-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pzXUfg04gdw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-7774553133079016325</id><published>2011-05-20T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T17:09:27.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for today</title><content type='html'>The fact is that the average man's love of liberty is nine-tenths imaginary, exactly like his love of sense, justice and truth. He is not actually happy when free; he is uncomfortable, a bit alarmed, and intolerably lonely. Liberty is not a thing for the great masses of men. It is the exclusive possession of a small and disreputable minority, like knowledge, courage and honor. It takes a special sort of man to understand and enjoy liberty - and he is usually an outlaw in democratic societies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H.L. Mencken, February 12, 1923&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-7774553133079016325?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/7774553133079016325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/7774553133079016325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2011/05/quote-for-today.html' title='Quote for today'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-7935005172778072881</id><published>2010-12-17T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:19:03.402-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for today</title><content type='html'>Irrationally held truths may be more harmful than reasoned errors.&lt;br /&gt;- Thomas H. Huxley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-7935005172778072881?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/7935005172778072881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/7935005172778072881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/12/quote-for-today.html' title='Quote for today'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-3233290375150020243</id><published>2010-10-16T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T10:49:41.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Bored!</title><content type='html'>I'm so damned bored right now. I've been sitting in a&amp;nbsp;McDonald's&amp;nbsp;leeching their Wi-Fi for the last three hours waiting on my car to get fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;PLEASE HURRY UP! I CAN'T TAKE ALL THIS MINDLESS CHATTER HERE AND THESE SNOTTY KIDS CRYING ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-3233290375150020243?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3233290375150020243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3233290375150020243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/10/bored.html' title='Bored!'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-6361713389712288709</id><published>2010-10-04T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:34:44.073-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sunshine'/><title type='text'>Sunshine</title><content type='html'>Its a great day outside, the air is crisp and cool just like I like it. Its starting off to be a shitty day though.&amp;nbsp;I've had so much going on lately, so much utter bullshit with my kids and my hearts broken. I don't know what my problem is today, I just wish I could enjoy how wonderful it is out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm drowning. To bad its not in the sunshine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-6361713389712288709?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6361713389712288709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6361713389712288709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunshine.html' title='Sunshine'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-8221866146463501808</id><published>2010-09-01T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T17:46:00.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TH7JltGdx3I/AAAAAAAAA24/lFecuigxGsQ/IMAG0051.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TH7JltGdx3I/AAAAAAAAA24/lFecuigxGsQ/s400/IMAG0051.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was a nice greeting early this morning as I came up the back stairs. &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-8221866146463501808?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8221866146463501808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8221866146463501808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/09/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TH7JltGdx3I/AAAAAAAAA24/lFecuigxGsQ/s72-c/IMAG0051.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-3645309048700055442</id><published>2010-08-27T16:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T16:48:47.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Crazy times...</title><content type='html'>How come the people we should love most in life, contribute greatly to making us heartless?&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.5.5.2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-3645309048700055442?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3645309048700055442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3645309048700055442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/08/crazy-times.html' title='Crazy times...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-3584135687423645254</id><published>2010-07-21T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:36:04.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rpg'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ennie-awards.com/default.asp"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.ennie-awards.com/images/ennies_i_voted__square_10.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-3584135687423645254?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3584135687423645254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3584135687423645254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-7387236682416202201</id><published>2010-07-18T02:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T02:48:12.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>20 minutes of oxygen - Darkest of the Hillside Thickets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If I had the brains, here's what I'd do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Build a time door and visit my youth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This cigar burn is for effect&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In the future you won't forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;When you're trapped in that airtight room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Flick the red switch but not the blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So, if you remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you remember me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That'd be the rip-cord in my destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know how it sounds, trust me on this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Your life to be hangs on this one choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Keep your Hilti near, you'll know when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Twenty minutes of oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So, if you remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you remember me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That could be the rip-cord in my destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;So, if you remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If you remember me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That could be the rip-cord in my destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;If I had the brains, that's what I'd do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Build that time door and poke my head through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;It's too late now and I'm still dumb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Twenty minutes of oxygen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No, you won't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You won't remember me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There'll be no rip-cord in my destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;No, you won't remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;You won't remember me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There'll be no rip-cord in my destiny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thickets.net/toren/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/toast2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.thickets.net/toren/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/toast2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MZo_TIGACcY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-7387236682416202201?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/7387236682416202201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/7387236682416202201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/07/20-minutes-of-oxygen-darkest-of.html' title='20 minutes of oxygen - Darkest of the Hillside Thickets'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-1750009050236968569</id><published>2010-07-01T11:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T11:01:34.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes on Education</title><content type='html'>"The children who know how to think for themselves spoil the harmony of the collective society which is coming, where everyone would be interdependent."&lt;br /&gt;-John Dewey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ninety-nine [students] out of a hundred are automata, careful to walk in prescribed paths, careful to follow the prescribed customs. This is not an accident but the result of substantial education, which scientifically defined, is the subsumption of the individual.”&lt;br /&gt;-William Torrey Harris, U.S. Commissioner of Education from 1889-1906.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our schools have been scientifically designed to prevent over-education from happening. The average American [should be] content with their humble role in life, because they're not tempted to think about any other role."&lt;br /&gt;-William Torrey Harris, U.S. Commissioner of Education from 1889-1906.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Individual talent is too sporadic and unpredictable to be allowed any important part in the organization society. Social systems which endure are built on the average person who can be trained to occupy any position adequately if not brilliantly.”&lt;br /&gt;-Stuart Chase, The Proper Study of Mankind, 1948.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A primary purpose of the educational system is to train school children in good citizenship, patriotism and loyalty to the state and the nation as a means of protecting the public welfare."&lt;br /&gt;-Justice H. Walter Croskey, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-1750009050236968569?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1750009050236968569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1750009050236968569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/07/quotes-on-education.html' title='Quotes on Education'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-8470573234972527139</id><published>2010-06-14T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:11:50.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Keane - Atlantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lUN8fn4ir1Q"&gt;I hope all my days &lt;br /&gt;Will be lit by your face &lt;br /&gt;I hope all the years &lt;br /&gt;Will hold tight our promises &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be old and sleep alone &lt;br /&gt;An empty house is not a home &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be old and feel afraid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be old and sleep alone &lt;br /&gt;An empty house is not a home &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be old and feel afraid &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I need anything at all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a place &lt;br /&gt;That's hidden in the deep &lt;br /&gt;Where lonely angels sing you to your sleep &lt;br /&gt;Though all the world is broken &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a place &lt;br /&gt;Where I can make my bed &lt;br /&gt;A lover's lap where I can lay my head &lt;br /&gt;Cos now the room is spinning &lt;br /&gt;The day's beginning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-8470573234972527139?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8470573234972527139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8470573234972527139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/06/keane-atlantic.html' title='Keane - Atlantic'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-3848591697991142129</id><published>2010-06-14T18:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T18:01:57.947-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Evening...</title><content type='html'>Its evening, I'm hungry and its been a long quiet and completely uneventful day so far. In large part thats a welcome thing, as I've been moving new furniture in most of the week. I'm tired of moving. Its to hot to move all this crap around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting her in the dark on the new couch blabbing away about nothing. I don't know why I'm even bothering.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-3848591697991142129?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3848591697991142129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3848591697991142129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/06/evening.html' title='Evening...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-2990252225497453129</id><published>2010-06-14T17:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:50:41.126-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes for today</title><content type='html'>An idealist is a person who helps other people to be prosperous.&lt;br /&gt;- Henry Ford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cynic is not merely one who reads bitter lessons from the past, he is one who is prematurely disappointed in the future.&lt;br /&gt;- Sidney J. Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-2990252225497453129?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2990252225497453129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2990252225497453129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/06/quotes-for-today.html' title='Quotes for today'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-7352700368880043002</id><published>2010-06-09T22:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:42:46.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quotes for the evening</title><content type='html'>The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of matter and of the stars, but that within this prison we can draw from ourselves images powerful enough to deny our nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Andre Malraux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dying is a very dull, dreary affair. And my advice to you is to have nothing whatever to do with it.&lt;br /&gt;  - W. Somerset Maugham&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-7352700368880043002?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/7352700368880043002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/7352700368880043002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/06/quotes-for-evening.html' title='Quotes for the evening'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-5286463581676095967</id><published>2010-05-25T11:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:23:17.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Bubbling brook</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meadows of this wide old world&lt;br /&gt;On winds with whispers long enswirled&lt;br /&gt;In moonlights silver cloak unfurled&lt;br /&gt;He awaits you in a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the coolness of a bubbling brook&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow you watched what barely shook&lt;br /&gt;As something crooked out to have a look&lt;br /&gt;And in yours eyes set a gleam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was a slender wolf with a shaggy tail&lt;br /&gt;Looking hungry and just a bit to frail&lt;br /&gt;It drew deep breaths as if to wail&lt;br /&gt;When it saw you by the stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its pink soft toungue hung idly by&lt;br /&gt;It stretched its legs and yawned a sigh&lt;br /&gt;He lay down to watch this passerby&lt;br /&gt;Who was more than they would seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to you dear dreamer near the water&lt;br /&gt;Dare you fearfully to creep and totter&lt;br /&gt;To the wolf whose breath is growing hotter&lt;br /&gt;Or instead, will you just scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or instead, will you just scream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-5286463581676095967?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5286463581676095967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5286463581676095967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/05/untitled.html' title='Bubbling brook'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-8223420848965773186</id><published>2010-05-25T10:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T10:43:27.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Child</title><content type='html'>Little me in you I see&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold you &lt;br /&gt;Like it should have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And give to all a little you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your guide&lt;br /&gt;And see you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I'll be a guiding light&lt;br /&gt;A star afar in darkest night&lt;br /&gt;A soothing voice to calm your fright&lt;br /&gt;A force for you when you must fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your memory&lt;br /&gt;When sadness brings you to your knees&lt;br /&gt;Of smiles and laughter in the spring&lt;br /&gt;Of wind and creaking strength of trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only wish, my only dream&lt;br /&gt;Is for you to shine and burn and gleam&lt;br /&gt;Like sunlight pouring down the beam&lt;br /&gt;To a golden ripple on the stream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-8223420848965773186?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8223420848965773186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8223420848965773186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/05/child.html' title='Child'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-8502974077991105569</id><published>2010-05-25T00:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:52:35.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me no questions - Wendy Mcneill</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9P4lgdS8xaw&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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Mcneill'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-2886434463304796248</id><published>2010-05-25T00:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:44:58.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxvB2CTjqfE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxvB2CTjqfE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-5543156086304398187</id><published>2010-05-25T00:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T00:38:30.560-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for today (well, very very early this morning)</title><content type='html'>The major difference between a thing that might go wrong and a thing that cannot possibly go wrong is that when a thing that cannot possibly go wrong goes wrong it usually turns out to be impossible to get at or repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douglas Adams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-5543156086304398187?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5543156086304398187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5543156086304398187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/05/quote-for-today-well-very-very-early.html' title='Quote for today (well, very very early this morning)'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-5350581355458020204</id><published>2010-03-11T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:41:01.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Suckitude...</title><content type='html'>I lost my job a few weeks ago... this blows. I'm looking really hard for a job but I'm either over qualified for everything (so the gently say when they respond that I didn't get the job) or its got some weird niche software hardware requirement that I've never come across before. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to take just about anything just to have some money flowing in, really, I don't care at this point. SOMEONE JUST FREAKING HIRE ME!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to get into a funk here. I can feel it in my bones. Its been in my bones for awhile now. Something is amiss and I'm not sleeping anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-5350581355458020204?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5350581355458020204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5350581355458020204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/03/suckitude.html' title='Suckitude...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-5204777440608443312</id><published>2010-02-16T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:13:43.880-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for Today</title><content type='html'>You need only reflect that one of the best ways to get yourself a reputation as a dangerous citizen these days is to go about repeating the very phrases which our founding fathers used in the struggle for independence.&lt;br /&gt;- Charles Austin Beard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-5204777440608443312?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5204777440608443312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5204777440608443312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-for-today.html' title='Quote for Today'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-1055674959761206572</id><published>2010-02-11T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:02:19.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Snow day...</title><content type='html'>The world I know is gone&lt;br /&gt;A blinding blanket lay upon&lt;br /&gt;Its face and it gleams anew&lt;br /&gt;With light the cold wind blew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is crusted in a shroud&lt;br /&gt;Weaved of winter cloud&lt;br /&gt;It hugs the house in drifts&lt;br /&gt;Deepening as icy fingers lift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my feet sink and wallow&lt;br /&gt;Make paths the wind will swallow&lt;br /&gt;With icy dust awhirling&lt;br /&gt;The whole world in white is swirling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-1055674959761206572?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1055674959761206572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1055674959761206572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow day...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-8645753908554372188</id><published>2010-02-10T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T15:26:14.876-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Nights...</title><content type='html'>I miss my wife. Tracey's back on nights again and so our schedules are a mess. I really miss her and the 20 mins or so I get to squeak in on the days I get home before she leaves just isn't enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she finds a trade soon cause we have so much fun together and I hate not being around her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-8645753908554372188?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8645753908554372188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8645753908554372188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2010/02/nights.html' title='Nights...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-3434134306476460169</id><published>2009-12-30T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T08:41:19.753-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Holidays...</title><content type='html'>The holidays fucking suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I have to say about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-3434134306476460169?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3434134306476460169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3434134306476460169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='Holidays...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-2844377585577956553</id><published>2009-12-15T09:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:50:11.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>I finally have my license back... what a relief it is to feel free again. If I want to go somewhere, take part in something, hell just spin the wheels and waste the gas I am now able to do so. Its taken a TREMENDOUS amount of stress off of me. It was a very expensive weekend getting "legal" and getting the cars up and running well again but I am so glad to drive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I finally culled together a bunch of material for the book I want to write, I got all my notes together and was going over all the publiciation agreements and legalese when BOOM I found out that my proposal is already being done and should be published in 2010. Crap!!! BUT it felt good to have that fire under me and it was nice to have a sense of purpose and direction so I think the library will see me soon and I'll just have to pick another subject/era/locale to write my sourcebook from. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking now maybe a Call of Cthulhu sourcebook on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Secrets of Texas:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The Stars at&amp;nbsp;Night are Finally Right, Deep in the Heart of Texas!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; muhahahahahahahahahahah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-2844377585577956553?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2844377585577956553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2844377585577956553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/12/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-6766993786674112120</id><published>2009-12-02T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:42:22.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poets'/><title type='text'>Just Think! - Robert W. Service</title><content type='html'>Just think! some night the stars will gleam &lt;br /&gt;Upon a cold gray stone, &lt;br /&gt;And trace a name with silver beam, &lt;br /&gt;And lo! 'twill be your own. &lt;br /&gt;That night is speeding on to greet &lt;br /&gt;Your epitaphic rhyme. &lt;br /&gt;Your life is but a little beat &lt;br /&gt;Within the heart of Time. &lt;br /&gt;A little gain, a little pain, &lt;br /&gt;A laugh lest you may moan; &lt;br /&gt;A little blame, a little fame, &lt;br /&gt;A star gleam on a stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-6766993786674112120?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6766993786674112120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6766993786674112120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-think-robert-w-service.html' title='Just Think! - Robert W. Service'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-2886340982619469208</id><published>2009-12-01T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:43:32.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Schadenfreuder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot lately on some personal qualities of mine. Things that at times I saw as great hinderances or as obstacles to the reality of my world... but I think that I was in the wrong frame of mind then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The quality in particular is optimism. I'm no different from any other human being stumbling upon this earth and so I am not&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; optimistic and I am not&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; a positive person, but I do consider myself an optimist. I see it as a necessary part of my life and my outlook on the world and as an essential part of my survival. Life is negative enough and hard enough without my focusing on those aspects and so I choose (or want to resume choosing) to focus on the good parts. I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to relish in the good in all my relationships with all the people in my life. I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to enjoy the fruits of my labors and the results of my work. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to be happy to be here, &lt;em&gt;in&amp;nbsp;this place at&amp;nbsp;this time&lt;/em&gt; and not lose myself in the process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't mean in anyway that I am not facing the bad parts of life. I'm not intending to bury my head in the sand or not deal with problems, but I will not allow them to eat me alive. Life is at times a hungering, slavering mouth full of jagged teeth that cannot wait to crush and rend you... but it is also a golden smile, like sunlight on an alabaster face and glittering eyes full of hope and promise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thats the life I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I don't want to dwell on cracks and fractures. I don't want to be a schadenfreuder relishing in others losses or misfortunes. I don't want to see deamons in all the shadows of my life and be afriad, dying untried and starving for experience. Things can be so much better and I will work to reinforce those thought patterns in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I refuse misery. I refuse degredation. I REFUSE TO DENY MYSELF TO MYSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-2886340982619469208?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2886340982619469208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2886340982619469208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/12/schadenfreuder.html' title='Schadenfreuder'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-6838567700206694830</id><published>2009-11-20T08:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:22:27.598-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for today ~</title><content type='html'>Where we have strong emotions, we're liable to fool ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;  - Carl Sagan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-6838567700206694830?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6838567700206694830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6838567700206694830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote-for-today_20.html' title='Quote for today ~'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-4329611486390588972</id><published>2009-11-17T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T13:09:17.490-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='havamal'/><title type='text'>Wisdom from the Havamal</title><content type='html'>Here is a verse of the Havamal that I was thinking about today and figured I'd share here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Mildir frœknir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;menn bazt lifa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;sjaldan sút ala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;en ósnjallr maðr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;uggir hotvetna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;sýtir æ gløggr við gjöfum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Generous, valiant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;men live best,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and seldom nourish sorrow;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the cowardly man&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fears all sorts of things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the niggard is always troubled about gifts.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The generous and bold have the best lives, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are seldom beset by cares, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the base man sees bogies everywhere &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the miser pines for presents&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most blest is he who lives free and bold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and nurses never a grief,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for the fearful man is dismayed by aught,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the mean one mourns over giving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-4329611486390588972?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4329611486390588972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4329611486390588972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/wisdom-from-havamal.html' title='Wisdom from the Havamal'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-4546100503055220209</id><published>2009-11-17T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T10:40:51.639-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Field</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The memory was a black and white truth in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A death I kept dying, growing like sick bent flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Which I watered with my tears, a flood, a deluge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there was a field grown overnight that I had once cleared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was going to build a peaceful home there one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But now it was wild and the ground shook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How I wanted to throw myself upon it, let it swallow me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Let myself sink down into it to feed its hungry infant cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I did not, instead I stood until the tears dried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stood straight until the trembles grew quiet, lazy, complacent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the flowers thirsted then sunk down and blew away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now that field is just a field, still pretty in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps oneday I will build something there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Perhaps not, and it will remain one of the great empty places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwLD4hzXlgI/AAAAAAAAAxM/L1uI7pHv4rs/s1600/field.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwLD4hzXlgI/AAAAAAAAAxM/L1uI7pHv4rs/s320/field.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-4546100503055220209?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4546100503055220209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4546100503055220209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/field.html' title='The Field'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwLD4hzXlgI/AAAAAAAAAxM/L1uI7pHv4rs/s72-c/field.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-4440011996813563002</id><published>2009-11-16T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:19:46.321-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runes'/><title type='text'>Runes today ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwFs6NE8p8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Ald7vYR4VFo/s1600/othala.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwFs6NE8p8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Ald7vYR4VFo/s320/othala.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Othala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (O: Ancestral property.) Inherited property or possessions, a house, a home. What is truly important to one. Group order, group prosperity. Land of birth, spiritual heritage, experience and fundamental values. Aid in spiritual and physical journeys. Source of safety, increase and abundance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwFs8W7zN6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/Dq_P4N0AB5U/s1600/berkano.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwFs8W7zN6I/AAAAAAAAAw8/Dq_P4N0AB5U/s320/berkano.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Berkano&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (B: Berchta, the birch-goddess.) Birth, general fertility, both mental and physical and personal growth, liberation. Regenerative power and light of spring, renewal, promise of new beginnings, new growth. Arousal of desire. A love affair or new birth. The prospering of an enterprise or venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwFs9x6Ah2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/pdifULW3NOc/s1600/ehwaz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwFs9x6Ah2I/AAAAAAAAAxE/pdifULW3NOc/s320/ehwaz.gif" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Ehwaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (E: Horse, two horses.) Transportation. May represent a horse, car, plane, boat or other vehicle. Movement and change for the better. Gradual development and steady progress are indicated. Harmony, teamwork, trust, loyalty. An ideal marriage or partnership. Confirmation beyond doubt the meanings of the runes around it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-4440011996813563002?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4440011996813563002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4440011996813563002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/runes-today_16.html' title='Runes today ~'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SwFs6NE8p8I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Ald7vYR4VFo/s72-c/othala.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-4884930531416527011</id><published>2009-11-16T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T10:14:54.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Weekend Wrapup</title><content type='html'>I had an interesting weekend with Matt and Q... we watched a bunch of movies, shot, skinned, cleaned and ate a rabbit along with various other food stuffs and played some great games. It was a much needed getaway, a chance to reset my mind and to reset my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll be able to do something like this again, at least on an annual basis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-4884930531416527011?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4884930531416527011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4884930531416527011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-wrapup.html' title='The Weekend Wrapup'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-1987665608179623242</id><published>2009-11-11T13:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T13:48:24.888-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for today ~</title><content type='html'>I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.&lt;br /&gt;  - Umberto Eco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-1987665608179623242?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1987665608179623242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1987665608179623242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/quote-for-today.html' title='Quote for today ~'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-6907324491361143229</id><published>2009-11-10T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T07:49:02.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runes'/><title type='text'>Todays Runes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Svlff8TguUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DCZi-ZG1YqY/s1600-h/eihwaz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Svlff8TguUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DCZi-ZG1YqY/s320/eihwaz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Eihwaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: (EI: Yew tree.) Strength, reliability, dependability, trustworthiness. Enlightenment, endurance. Defense, protection. The driving force to acquire, providing motivation and a sense of purpose. Indicates that you have set your sights on a reasonable target and can achieve your goals. An honest man who can be relied upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvlfktsGR-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/3o_5OBYpYBA/s1600-h/kenaz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvlfktsGR-I/AAAAAAAAAwc/3o_5OBYpYBA/s320/kenaz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;: (K: Beacon or torch.) Vision, revelation, knowledge, creativity, inspiration, technical ability. Vital fire of life, harnessed power, fire of transformation and regeneration. Power to create your own reality, the power of light. Open to new strength, energy, and power now. Passion, sexual love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvlfnhVhELI/AAAAAAAAAwk/pN2OBVTyTGg/s1600-h/ansuz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvlfnhVhELI/AAAAAAAAAwk/pN2OBVTyTGg/s320/ansuz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ansuz:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (A: The As, ancestral god, i.e. Odin.) A revealing message or insight, communication. Signals, inspiration, enthusiasm, speech, true vision, power of words and naming. Blessings, the taking of advice. Good health, harmony, truth, wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvlhJvISRPI/AAAAAAAAAws/egW3kMofNNg/s1600-h/Vaksalastenen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvlhJvISRPI/AAAAAAAAAws/egW3kMofNNg/s320/Vaksalastenen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-6907324491361143229?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6907324491361143229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6907324491361143229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/todays-runes.html' title='Todays Runes'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Svlff8TguUI/AAAAAAAAAwU/DCZi-ZG1YqY/s72-c/eihwaz.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-6342954943643235860</id><published>2009-11-04T13:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:57:16.360-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runes'/><title type='text'>Runes Today ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvHNTK-Ys8I/AAAAAAAAAvk/VsN6nsNWdw4/s1600-h/uruz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvHNTK-Ys8I/AAAAAAAAAvk/VsN6nsNWdw4/s320/uruz.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;URUZ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Physical strength and speed, untamed potential. A time of great energy and health. Freedom, energy, action, courage, strength, tenacity, understanding, wisdom. Sudden or unexpected changes (usually for the better). Sexual desire, masculine potency. The shaping of power and pattern, formulation of the self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvHNYiEkMzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/uJMuxoAPk40/s1600-h/gebo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvHNYiEkMzI/AAAAAAAAAvs/uJMuxoAPk40/s320/gebo.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEBO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Gifts, both in the sense of sacrifice and of generosity, indicating balance. All matters in relation to exchanges, including contracts, personal relationships and partnerships. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvHNhRIrs2I/AAAAAAAAAv0/560xc2eCtg0/s1600-h/dagaz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvHNhRIrs2I/AAAAAAAAAv0/560xc2eCtg0/s320/dagaz.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DAGAZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Breakthrough, awakening, awareness. Daylight clarity as opposed to nighttime uncertainty. A time to plan or embark upon an enterprise. The power of change directed by your own will, transformation. Hope/happiness, the ideal. Security and certainty. Growth and release. Balance point, the place where opposites meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-6342954943643235860?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6342954943643235860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/6342954943643235860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/runes-today_04.html' title='Runes Today ~'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/SvHNTK-Ys8I/AAAAAAAAAvk/VsN6nsNWdw4/s72-c/uruz.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-2183124934610645284</id><published>2009-11-03T08:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:16:47.847-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>My father...</title><content type='html'>My father was a lot of things, many not worth mentioning. I do however recall the one good peice of advice that he gave me. The one kernel of wisdom that actually did take root and grow in me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;"Its not hard to get what you want in life. Whats hard is getting it all when you need it and keeping hold of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the things the man was... good and bad, he spoke the truth in that moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-2183124934610645284?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2183124934610645284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2183124934610645284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-father.html' title='My father...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-856337609380686539</id><published>2009-11-02T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T10:44:31.615-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runes'/><title type='text'>Runes today ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Su79WSVN5JI/AAAAAAAAAvM/91m2LmcCGl4/s1600-h/dagaz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Su79WSVN5JI/AAAAAAAAAvM/91m2LmcCGl4/s320/dagaz.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Dagaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Breakthrough, awakening, awareness. Daylight clarity as opposed to nighttime uncertainty. A time to plan or embark upon an enterprise. The power of change directed by your own will, transformation. Hope/happiness, the ideal. Security and certainty. Growth and release. Balance point, the place where opposites meet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Su79eeruYeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/HjDnehwgbAk/s1600-h/perthro.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Su79eeruYeI/AAAAAAAAAvU/HjDnehwgbAk/s320/perthro.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Perthro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Uncertain meaning, a secret matter, a mystery, hidden things and occult abilities. Initiation, knowledge of one's destiny, knowledge of future matters, determining the future or your path. Pertaining to things feminine, feminine mysteries including female fertility, and vagina. Good lot, fellowship and joy. Evolutionary change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Su79lJOx7hI/AAAAAAAAAvc/uY4G7XvI6cc/s1600-h/thurisaz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Su79lJOx7hI/AAAAAAAAAvc/uY4G7XvI6cc/s320/thurisaz.gif" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Thurisaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Reactive force, directed force of destruction and defense, conflict. Instinctual will, vital eroticism, regenerative catalyst. A tendency toward change. Catharsis, purging, cleansing fire. Male sexuality, fertilization. (Thorr, the Thunder god, was of Giant stock.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-856337609380686539?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/856337609380686539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/856337609380686539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/11/runes-today.html' title='Runes today ~'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/Su79WSVN5JI/AAAAAAAAAvM/91m2LmcCGl4/s72-c/dagaz.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-3862988686838051904</id><published>2009-10-31T20:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T12:15:35.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gypsy'/><title type='text'>Zigeuner, du hast mein Herz gestohlen!</title><content type='html'>What a great song... give it a listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XbpAYgZh22k"&gt;Gypsy, you have stolen my heart!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k38/sugarfaery5/GypsyWagon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i84.photobucket.com/albums/k38/sugarfaery5/GypsyWagon.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-3862988686838051904?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3862988686838051904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/3862988686838051904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/zigeuner-du-hast-mein-herz-gestohlen.html' title='Zigeuner, du hast mein Herz gestohlen!'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-5463052994844537591</id><published>2009-10-31T20:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:10:49.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Scare Easy - Mudcrutch</title><content type='html'>My love's an ocean&lt;br /&gt;You better not cross it&lt;br /&gt;Oh I've been the distance&lt;br /&gt;And I need some rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I had somebody once&lt;br /&gt;And damn if I lost her&lt;br /&gt;I've been running&lt;br /&gt;Like a man possessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't scare easy&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;When I'm under the gun&lt;br /&gt;You can break my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonna run&lt;br /&gt;I don't scare easy&lt;br /&gt;For no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I am a loser&lt;br /&gt;At the top of my game&lt;br /&gt;I should have known&lt;br /&gt;To keep an eye on you&lt;br /&gt;I got a sky&lt;br /&gt;It ain't never the same&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got a dream&lt;br /&gt;That don't ever come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't scare easy&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;When I'm under the gun&lt;br /&gt;You can break my heart&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't gonna run&lt;br /&gt;I don't scare easy&lt;br /&gt;For no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun going down&lt;br /&gt;On a canyon wall&lt;br /&gt;I got a soul that&lt;br /&gt;Ain't never been blessed&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I'm a shadow&lt;br /&gt;At the back of the hall&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got a sin&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never confessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't scare easy&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;When I'm under the gun&lt;br /&gt;You can break my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gonna run&lt;br /&gt;I don't scare easy&lt;br /&gt;For no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't scare easy&lt;br /&gt;Don't fall apart&lt;br /&gt;When I'm under the gun&lt;br /&gt;You can break my heart&lt;br /&gt;But I ain't gonna run&lt;br /&gt;I don't scare easy&lt;br /&gt;For no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Imc38bYvcUQ"&gt;Scare Easy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-5463052994844537591?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5463052994844537591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5463052994844537591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/scare-easy-mudcrutch.html' title='Scare Easy - Mudcrutch'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-101653053914522140</id><published>2009-10-30T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T10:31:21.375-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runes'/><title type='text'>Todays Rune draw ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/wunjo.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/wunjo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; Wunjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Joy, comfort, pleasure. Fellowship, harmony, prosperity. Ecstasy, glory, spiritual reward, but also the possibility of going "over the top". If restrained, the meaning is general success and recognition of worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/tiwaz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/tiwaz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; Tiwaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Honor, justice, leadership and authority. Analysis, rationality. Knowing where one's true strengths lie. Willingness to self-sacrifice. Victory and success in any competition or in legal matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/laguz.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.sunnyway.com/runes/laguz.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt; Laguz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; - Flow, water, sea, a fertility source, the healing power of renewal. Life energy and organic growth. Imagination and psychic matters. Dreams, fantasies, mysteries, the unknown, the hidden, the deep, the underworld. Success in travel or acquisition, but with the possibility of loss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-101653053914522140?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/101653053914522140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/101653053914522140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/todays-rune-draw.html' title='Todays Rune draw ~'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-1561208667475364175</id><published>2009-10-30T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:59:49.175-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>Quote for today</title><content type='html'>The significance of man is that he is insignificant and is aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Carl Becker&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-1561208667475364175?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1561208667475364175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1561208667475364175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/quote-for-today.html' title='Quote for today'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-8546012662839668777</id><published>2009-10-30T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:33:11.544-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Swallow - The Wailin Jennys</title><content type='html'>Oh swallow&lt;br /&gt;What did you swallow?&lt;br /&gt;You swoop so low&lt;br /&gt;You come and you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You flew right in from that ship on the sea&lt;br /&gt;Pirate sails on the wind coming for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wooed me, pursued me&lt;br /&gt;You hooked me, you booked me&lt;br /&gt;I signed up my name&lt;br /&gt;Said I'll be your game &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me, arrow shot me&lt;br /&gt;Now come connect the dot me&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't want it&lt;br /&gt;then free me, I will flee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh swallow&lt;br /&gt;What did you swallow?&lt;br /&gt;You swoop so low&lt;br /&gt;You come and you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something, something&lt;br /&gt;You think you got something&lt;br /&gt;Something to show&lt;br /&gt;For all that hellbent letting go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got me a handful&lt;br /&gt;A handful of pebbles&lt;br /&gt;One ball of light&lt;br /&gt;One shining flght &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You glide on the air&lt;br /&gt;You swivel and turn&lt;br /&gt;Fast beating heart&lt;br /&gt;What do I gotta learn? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh swallow&lt;br /&gt;What did you swallow?&lt;br /&gt;You swoop so low&lt;br /&gt;You come and you go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-8546012662839668777?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8546012662839668777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/8546012662839668777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/swallow-wailin-jennys.html' title='Swallow - The Wailin Jennys'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-2068315857326298549</id><published>2009-10-30T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:26:15.975-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Arlington - The Wailin Jennys</title><content type='html'>Where do you go little bird &lt;br /&gt;When it snows, when it snows &lt;br /&gt;When the world turns to sleep &lt;br /&gt;Do you know, do you know &lt;br /&gt;Is there something in the wind &lt;br /&gt;Breathes a chill in your heart and life in your wings &lt;br /&gt;Does it whisper 'start again' &lt;br /&gt;Start again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the sun in the night &lt;br /&gt;Is it cold, is it cold &lt;br /&gt;Does it feel left behind &lt;br /&gt;All alone, all alone &lt;br /&gt;Does it wander through the dark &lt;br /&gt;Does it wait for the dawn, wish on a star &lt;br /&gt;Does it stray very far &lt;br /&gt;Very far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is your home restless wind &lt;br /&gt;Is it there, is it here &lt;br /&gt;Do you search for a place to belong &lt;br /&gt;Search in vain, search in fear &lt;br /&gt;Or is your spirit everywhere &lt;br /&gt;Is your voice every tree &lt;br /&gt;Your soul of the air &lt;br /&gt;If there's no home is there no death &lt;br /&gt;Is there no death&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-2068315857326298549?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2068315857326298549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/2068315857326298549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/arlington-wailin-jennys.html' title='Arlington - The Wailin Jennys'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-9197675941089581412</id><published>2009-10-29T15:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:28:43.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Artesian</title><content type='html'>I am like water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.groundspeak.com/waymarking/display/330a9eb6-0730-44dc-b72e-65531a0ffd58.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://img.groundspeak.com/waymarking/display/330a9eb6-0730-44dc-b72e-65531a0ffd58.jpg" vr="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;clean and pure&lt;br /&gt;bubbling upwards&lt;br /&gt;from the rock below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it lay upon me&lt;br /&gt;pushing and pressuring&lt;br /&gt;keeping me in check&lt;br /&gt;in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was not strong&lt;br /&gt;not strong enough&lt;br /&gt;and it cracked&lt;br /&gt;wide to the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became a well&lt;br /&gt;Artesian...&lt;br /&gt;pouring up and out&lt;br /&gt;flooding the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now I am me&lt;br /&gt;becoming what I was&lt;br /&gt;deep, glittering&lt;br /&gt;a life, alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-9197675941089581412?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/9197675941089581412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/9197675941089581412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/artesian.html' title='Artesian'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-1183796159921083483</id><published>2009-10-29T08:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T08:57:27.886-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zombies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Car shopping...</title><content type='html'>So I'm going through all the cars on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Craigslist&lt;/span&gt; looking for the right deal. I'm just going to get something really cheap to get me from point A to point B and avoid getting into another car payment like the plague. I have had the opinion so far that I don't care at all what it is or what it looks like as long as its dependable. But as I peruse this digital shelf of cars and come across some of these odd gems, I find that I am drawn to the more eccentric of the listings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that this go around I'm going to get something weird. Something that borders on that wonderful line of awesome/ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AND ITS GOT TO BE EASILY CONVERTIBLE INTO A SURVIVALIST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BATTLEWAGON&lt;/span&gt; FOR THE COMING ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the cars in the running so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;AMC&lt;/span&gt; Eagle and all its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BADASSITUDE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amceaglenest.com/images/137783150ByfMat_ph.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.amceaglenest.com/images/137783150ByfMat_ph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Datsun&lt;/span&gt; B210 cause it screams "Put machine guns on me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.networkconcepts.org/b210/medium/0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 436px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.networkconcepts.org/b210/medium/0006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volkswagen Thing, who WOULDN'T want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.americandreamcars.com/1973vwthing102305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 479px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.americandreamcars.com/1973vwthing102305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUCK Amphibious Vehicle. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.uberreview.com/wp-content/uploads/dukw1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 455px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.uberreview.com/wp-content/uploads/dukw1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Revcon&lt;/span&gt; Class C &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Motorhome&lt;/span&gt;, a command center, a home AND vehicle all in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.revconmotorcoach.com/images/Trailblazer_Album/ExternalViewW1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.revconmotorcoach.com/images/Trailblazer_Album/ExternalViewW1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ford Model T - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Oringinal&lt;/span&gt; Bad ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/15/Late_model_Ford_Model_T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/1/15/Late_model_Ford_Model_T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-1183796159921083483?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1183796159921083483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/1183796159921083483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/car-shopping.html' title='Car shopping...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-5951109786896694195</id><published>2009-10-29T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:26:48.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tech'/><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>I love it and I hate it. It feeds me as my job centers around it. It entertains me as many of my hobbies would be much curtailed without its use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also frustrates the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone battery is completely dead and I am trying to charge it through my computer which I've done a million times... today however it just flickers and flashes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; and keeps dropping from my computers detected devices. I can't tell if its actually charging or not AND I REALLY NEED IT TODAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, my Norse forefathers made do without such conveniences so I guess I will as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-5951109786896694195?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5951109786896694195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/5951109786896694195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-135000338361577121</id><published>2009-10-28T09:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T10:07:11.696-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Runes'/><title type='text'>Runes today -</title><content type='html'>I have been lax. I have been empty for a long time... you have not been drawn and nurtured with curiosity and warm fingertips. For a great many months you have endured the dark of your bag and the tepid sterility of a barely used nightstand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today however you are in my pocket, warming against my flesh and remembering my heartbeat. I poured you all out, and though I wish it had been sunlight that spilled across you, not the flickering phosphorescence of fluorescents in an office... still you are dark no more. And I touched you all, I looked deep into the crevices of your carved symbols and drank in the deep red color staring back. I traced you with a fingernail recalling all your shapes, recalling all your meanings to me that, though in truth have not been distant from me for THAT long, still seems a geological age. I was ashamed too as I looked upon you. Ashamed that something had come between us. Ashamed that the comfort and clarity you brought me had been bought and sold by the promise of another whom I invested myself in. You had never failed me. Your wisdom was perhaps not what I wanted to hear at times. Your voice was sometimes muddy and draped in fog but in the end you made sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I drew you. I drew you up and out and laid you down and read you and gleaned your meaning with a clarity and skill that time will never tarnish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Dagaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Kenaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the Day! Hail to the sons of Day!&lt;br /&gt;To Night and her daughter hail!&lt;br /&gt;With placid eyes behold us here,&lt;br /&gt;and here sitting give us victory.&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the Æsir! Hail to the Asyniur!&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the bounteous earth!&lt;br /&gt;Words and wisdom give to us noble twain,&lt;br /&gt;and healing hands while we live!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-135000338361577121?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/135000338361577121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/135000338361577121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/runes-today.html' title='Runes today -'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-412599258899264880.post-4877669653458906265</id><published>2009-10-28T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:08:14.153-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Out of  the Bathypelagic Zone...</title><content type='html'>I'm drifting downwards&lt;br /&gt;Like some dead fish, picked at and bony&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the last of that dimming light&lt;br /&gt;Towards the dwellers in the deep&lt;br /&gt;Into an abyss of pressure&lt;br /&gt;Into an abyss of cold&lt;br /&gt;Into an abyss with no sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But down here&lt;br /&gt;We feed each other, us dead and dying&lt;br /&gt;And the warmth from that harsh light... keep it&lt;br /&gt;We dwellers in the deep&lt;br /&gt;We are strong under pressure&lt;br /&gt;We don't so much mind the cold&lt;br /&gt;And we make our own light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob Crocker © 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/412599258899264880-4877669653458906265?l=morkalg.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4877669653458906265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/412599258899264880/posts/default/4877669653458906265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://morkalg.blogspot.com/2009/10/bathypalegic-zone.html' title='Out of  the Bathypelagic Zone...'/><author><name>Rob Crocker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10858122127786289902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_X1ObOkRI8A8/TKoOwmVHpWI/AAAAAAAAA5o/7FKtdwvl1_w/S220/General+Crocker.png'/></author></entry></feed>
