<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216</id><updated>2009-06-28T20:36:02.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neurotic Nirvana</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to Neurotic Nirvana.  This is your therapy.  Your place to shed your inner demons and absorb new cultures and ideas.  Become the new you. 

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Grow.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-1408792401762024339</id><published>2007-01-15T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T07:59:29.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unions today</title><summary type='text'>Over my morning coffee at my favorite internet café, an article in the NY Times sparked my interest.  An article about something in America that's long overdue change.Labor unions.Unions once held a very important role in the development of the American economy.  During the depression era many people had two choices, take whatever crappy job was made available to you, or watch your children </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/1408792401762024339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=1408792401762024339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/1408792401762024339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/1408792401762024339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2007/01/unions-today.html' title='Unions today'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-5191570178333036939</id><published>2006-11-17T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:55:54.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two pieces</title><summary type='text'>Today, I was going to write about pettiness.  Easy to do in Las Vegas.  Vegas is one giant breeding ground for it.  But one case caught my eye in particular.  At a laundromat.The sign really exemplified the petty attitude in this city.  Change for customers only.  You can make a case for restrooms being for customers only, because sinks and toilets use water, which costs money.  And soap and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/5191570178333036939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=5191570178333036939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/5191570178333036939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/5191570178333036939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/11/two-pieces.html' title='Two pieces'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-116321211877358205</id><published>2006-11-10T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:28:38.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Regaining the itch</title><summary type='text'>It's unseasonably warm for November.  It was in the mid 70's during the day.  In November.  Gorgeous day.  Should be a great night for camping.  Driving out to my camping spot, I find some evil bastards camping in my spot!INFIDELS!Parked in their mini van in my regular camping spot.  I knew I should have put up a No Trespassing sign.  The nerve of these people, thinking they can just camp in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/116321211877358205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=116321211877358205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/116321211877358205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/116321211877358205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/11/regaining-itch.html' title='Regaining the itch'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-116232877315469034</id><published>2006-10-31T13:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T13:06:13.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming addicted</title><summary type='text'>I've camped out three straight nights, now.  Same spot in Lovell Canyon.  I am starting to think I'm not such an etched-in-stone city mouse as I thought.  I love it there.  So far away from any thing.  Up on Mount Potosi, you can still see city lights off in the far distance.  Hear airplane traffic.  Out in Lovell Canyon, there's nothing.  You're so far away from everything, there's absolutely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/116232877315469034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=116232877315469034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/116232877315469034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/116232877315469034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/10/becoming-addicted.html' title='Becoming addicted'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-116216137988277926</id><published>2006-10-29T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T14:36:19.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roughing it - Yuppie style</title><summary type='text'>This is my first article every written on location, directly to my computer.  I often blog in the wild, but that effort includes pen and paper.  This one goes straight to my laptop. That's the first indication that there is nothing remoted related to 'roughing it' involved in this camping trip. I got out of Vegas on the night that would be Halloween.  All the parties and celebrating took place on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/116216137988277926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=116216137988277926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/116216137988277926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/116216137988277926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/10/roughing-it-yuppie-style.html' title='Roughing it - Yuppie style'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-116102600594205054</id><published>2006-10-16T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:13:26.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, people.  Water *is* wet.</title><summary type='text'>Ok.  I've often written aabout what unpleasant, mean, angry people Las Vegans are.  Today, I'm going to touch on another side of the general populace of this desert city.Stupidity.I did bite into the subject of the low education  standards in a previous article, but what I'd like to illustrate this time around goes beyond education.  Lack of raw intellect.For a very few minutes of a very few days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/116102600594205054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=116102600594205054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/116102600594205054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/116102600594205054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/10/yes-people-water-is-wet.html' title='Yes, people.  Water *is* wet.'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-115964322291035610</id><published>2006-09-30T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T12:07:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True Democrats</title><summary type='text'>I'm a republican.That's embarrasing to say, these days.  I'd be less ashamed to say I'm a drunk, or a drug addict, or a kleptomaniac.The rampant corruption is always right-leaning.  The congressmen that are ousted in shame for corruption crime and now with the Foley incident, being sexual predators are mainly from the right."Pro-life" is the religious right.  And one of the great hypocrisies of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/115964322291035610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=115964322291035610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115964322291035610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115964322291035610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/09/true-democrats.html' title='True Democrats'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-115934511411887058</id><published>2006-09-26T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T01:42:34.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas as a Weapon</title><summary type='text'>"That's Scott.  He's a dick!"~ From South Park, season 7, episode 15 "It's Christmas in Canada"-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------+The Email:(originally from Pastor James Pedigo &lt;trinity11568@lowcountry.com&gt;)Christmas Cards!!!Good    Idea!!!!!!!! Yes, Christmas cards. This is coming early    (really early) so that you can get ready to include </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/115934511411887058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=115934511411887058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115934511411887058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115934511411887058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/09/christmas-as-weapon.html' title='Christmas as a Weapon'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-115774958459504249</id><published>2006-09-08T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T02:11:13.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes, and more Pancakes (Death as a Pastime, part 2)</title><summary type='text'>6am - BlechNever choose an ex-marine as a hiking buddy.I really detest people that can snap awake in the morning.  Early morning.  On an insufficient amount of sleep.  Mark is up at 6am sharp.  I'm up, but I feel like hell.  I haven't slept well.  My comfortable sleeping bag has been disposed of in a recent move, and all I have is my zero-degree rated mummy bag.  Mark likes to keep his apartment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/115774958459504249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=115774958459504249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115774958459504249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115774958459504249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/09/pancakes-and-more-pancakes-death-as.html' title='Pancakes, and more Pancakes (Death as a Pastime, part 2)'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-115700283533578165</id><published>2006-08-30T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T22:46:30.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death as a Pastime</title><summary type='text'>Part 1 - The Day BeforeDoesn't it sound like fun?  Dying for recreational purposes.  The best thing about it is that it's relatively inexpensive as far as hobbies go.  Not like some of the hobbies I've been dragged into.  By my "friend".Mark.Somehow, I get sucked into everything Mark decides to get into.  Magic.  Football cards.  One hobby after another.  Not that Mark is flakey.  Quite the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/115700283533578165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=115700283533578165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115700283533578165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115700283533578165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/08/death-as-pastime.html' title='Death as a Pastime'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-115687100043313115</id><published>2006-08-29T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:03:20.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The nouveau domain</title><summary type='text'>Dearest fans:  (ok, ok.  Dear mom:) I've made it easier for you all (all one of you) to get here, and saving wear-n-tear on your keyboard.  This blog is now more easily located at [insert trumpet fanfare music here]:http://www.neurotic-nirvana.comYou're welcome</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/115687100043313115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=115687100043313115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115687100043313115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115687100043313115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/08/nouveau-domain.html' title='The nouveau domain'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-115648504740744159</id><published>2006-08-24T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T22:59:53.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson for the day:  Don't write on your own face</title><summary type='text'>Ok.  I'm a sucker for punishment.  I am home.For those of you that follow my ramblings, you already know what I think about the people that co-reside in my home of Las Vegas.  First day back, and already I'm surrounded by the reality of them.A public service announcement poster I've seen on bus stop shelters in both California, and now here in Nevada has set the current standard.  It's your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/115648504740744159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=115648504740744159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115648504740744159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115648504740744159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/08/lesson-for-day-dont-write-on-your-own.html' title='Lesson for the day:  Don&apos;t write on your own face'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-115386608268847124</id><published>2006-07-25T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:24:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pat myself on the back day</title><summary type='text'>Today, I made the world a better place.  I didn't cure cancer, or eliminate world hunger.I bought a slushee.Living in Las Vegas for 13 years has poisoned my personality.  The city's population makes New Yorkers look like the friendliest people on Earth.  Strangers do not acknowledge each other, let alone say a polite greeting.  I always have to remember myself when returning to California, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/115386608268847124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=115386608268847124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115386608268847124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115386608268847124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/07/pat-myself-on-back-day.html' title='Pat myself on the back day'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-115367371214881200</id><published>2006-07-23T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T09:55:12.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My new sub-career</title><summary type='text'>I have entered the music industry, at last.Not that music is anything new to me.  I started playing the trumpet at age 8, way back in '78.  Picked up the guitar in '80.  Taught myself the piano in '85.  So, there's plenty of experience there, but never any public performance.  Until now.[a little background]There's a music production application called "Acid".  You may or may not have heard of it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/115367371214881200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=115367371214881200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115367371214881200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115367371214881200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-new-sub-career.html' title='My new sub-career'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-115033071186426713</id><published>2006-06-14T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T17:18:31.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diet Coke taste test</title><summary type='text'>[This article is not recommended for the weak of stomach] My soda tasted funny.  I was sure I had bought regular, but this didn't taste quite right.I grabbed the two liter bottle and checked the label.  It says that it's regular cherry Coke, but I'd swear on my life this is diet.  I have had diet before.  I know how it tastes.  It's horrid.  It tastes JUST LIKE THIS!But behind the sickly sweet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/115033071186426713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=115033071186426713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115033071186426713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/115033071186426713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/06/diet-coke-taste-test.html' title='The Diet Coke taste test'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-114275840531500436</id><published>2006-03-19T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T15:44:53.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vacation from my world</title><summary type='text'>Hi fans.Sorry there haven't been any articles lately.  The way I stopped in the middle of my camping trip on Mount Potosi, you all probably thought I fell down the mountain on my way back and died.  No such luck.I just have been on a mental vacation.  A badly needed vacation.I was out on a little photo expedition today.  Experimented with some time lapse photography, using my new tripod to help.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/114275840531500436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=114275840531500436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/114275840531500436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/114275840531500436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2006/03/vacation-from-my-world.html' title='A Vacation from my world'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-113433218505079199</id><published>2005-12-11T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T15:42:21.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Potosi - Part Five</title><summary type='text'>Sleep has been fitful. I wake up often, will roll around to get comfortable, and then go back to sleep. It's still silent. The only sound being the air traffic from McCarron Airport 50 miles away.  The planes fly over this way on their way to California.  Carole Lombard, the actress and wife of Clark Gable died in a plane crash on this mountain.  The wreckage is still there.  Mostly looted, now, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113433218505079199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=113433218505079199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113433218505079199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113433218505079199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-potosi-part-five.html' title='Camp Potosi - Part Five'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-113424214075440929</id><published>2005-12-10T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T10:10:43.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am man!  I create fire!  Fire is good!</title><summary type='text'>Luckily, I went home for Thanksgiving.  Mark thinks it's funny, but I had no idea how to start a fire.  It's not something I had really thought about.  How hard is it to start a fire?  You light a match, and burn the stuff.  It had never occurred to me that you couldn't just light a big log on fire.It makes me sound incompetent, but really, it's just not something I've ever done.  If nobody ever </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113424214075440929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=113424214075440929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113424214075440929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113424214075440929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-man-i-create-fire-fire-is-good.html' title='I am man!  I create fire!  Fire is good!'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-113424563913200807</id><published>2005-12-10T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:21:07.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Potosi - Part Four</title><summary type='text'>It's already dusk.  And it's already cold.  And it's not even 5 yet.All the practicing out here in the wild, and setting up and breaking down the tent at Mark's house pays off. Even with making a bad mistake and threading one of the poles wrong, and having to go back and fix it, I set up the tent in under 5 minutes, and quickly have my gear unloaded and organized. Now, even in pitch black, as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113424563913200807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=113424563913200807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113424563913200807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113424563913200807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-potosi-part-four.html' title='Camp Potosi - Part Four'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-113421269688556637</id><published>2005-12-10T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:06:04.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Potosi - Part Three</title><summary type='text'>Moving on after lunch, I fall back onto another animal trail. Almost expected, there are more signs of the burros. I am wondering if Mark phoned them, and told them to haunt me while I'm camping. I've heard stories from other campers that the burros will walk right up to sleepers and sniff at them from a few inches away. Not an exciting prospect...waking up with a giant face so close to your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113421269688556637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=113421269688556637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113421269688556637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113421269688556637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-potosi-part-three.html' title='Camp Potosi - Part Three'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-113420804827139642</id><published>2005-12-10T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:02:40.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Potosi - Part Two</title><summary type='text'>After my break, I continue along road 582 C. The higher up I get, the more I can see that the road runs right along my route, pretty much. Going this way was a good choice. There are more signs of man. A car and a truck. I don't know enough about cars to say what make and models, but these are old. 50's era old. Completely rusted out. Both littered with bullet holes. Big piles of trash: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113420804827139642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=113420804827139642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113420804827139642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113420804827139642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-potosi-part-two.html' title='Camp Potosi - Part Two'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-113415725803808462</id><published>2005-12-09T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T14:49:13.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Potosi - Part One</title><summary type='text'>Mark was sick.The original plan was two nights at my campsite on Mount Potosi. Sunday night, Mark looked like hell. He said he didn't know if he'd be able to drop me off on Tuesday. I was less concerned about the drop off, than I was the pick up. Last thing I wanted was to be stuck out in the middle of nowhere, with my ride home taking a long-term nap in the city morgue.Monday afternoon I sent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113415725803808462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=113415725803808462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113415725803808462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113415725803808462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2005/12/camp-potosi-part-one.html' title='Camp Potosi - Part One'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-113350719192871105</id><published>2005-12-01T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T23:49:03.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first bout with altitude sickness [part two]</title><summary type='text'>10:02 - The split pointWe discuss the time of our meeting. Mark and Jeremy agree on 1pm. 3 hours. Plenty of time for us to hit the peak and back. I'm feeling better, now. Food and water have given me some more energy. I still have the headache, but the dizziness has passed for the most part.10:30 - Wild snacksI have been sucking down water the whole climb up. Every 50 steps or so I pause to suck </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113350719192871105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=113350719192871105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113350719192871105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113350719192871105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-first-bout-with-altitude-sickness.html' title='My first bout with altitude sickness [part two]'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-113337227378490301</id><published>2005-11-30T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T09:53:53.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Truth in Advertising</title><summary type='text'>"The Garden State?  Maybe if you're growing nuclear waste"  ~ George Carlin [paraphrased]It came up in a political chat room.  A chatter with a delicious wit tossed out a new state motto for New Jersey.I created this new license plate, using the chatter's slogan, for immediate submission.  I wonder if they will accept it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113337227378490301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=113337227378490301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113337227378490301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113337227378490301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2005/11/truth-in-advertising.html' title='Truth in Advertising'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12507216.post-113323735222430431</id><published>2005-11-28T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T13:49:43.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The long road to San Bernadi</title><summary type='text'>In case you've never been there, it is pronounced "san-ber-na-dAYE".  I can't tell you how to get there.  I can't offer you local fashion tips, or tell you how to properly dress for the climate.I can't, because it doesn't exist. It's an invention of a young man that has literally 'missed the bus'. Not that he was late. He and his three traveling companions were there in plenty of time. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/feeds/113323735222430431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12507216&amp;postID=113323735222430431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113323735222430431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12507216/posts/default/113323735222430431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neurotic-nirvana.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-road-to-san-bernadi.html' title='The long road to San Bernadi'/><author><name>Mark</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06825148485824567970'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>