<?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-7530744574269644513</id><updated>2011-12-06T16:34:41.641-08:00</updated><category term='Music Nerd'/><title type='text'>BrrdNrrd</title><subtitle type='html'>Part-time biologist. Part-time tech geek. Full-time great guy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530744574269644513/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BrrdNrrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660369420149088597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuCFR79q-AU/SfBcpdRYYJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fUaybyngyZ8/S220/n63208165_32270792_717.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530744574269644513.post-5781486137120777067</id><published>2011-12-06T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:34:41.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Nerd'/><title type='text'>Music Students</title><content type='html'>Music students have got to be the nerdiest of all college level young adults. I hear things like, "Did you hear those arpeggios Neal played? It was like he was a percussionist with performance anxiety. Har har har!" I know I sometimes talk about birds and computers with similar enthusiasm, but for some reason music nerds make me twinge. Well, my SignOth is one, so maybe that's what irks me. He was once like that. Hehe, still like him though.&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hyZlG3gNHbs/Tt60oBTkTgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_wPtx5oStzU/s640/blogger-image--2102291038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hyZlG3gNHbs/Tt60oBTkTgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_wPtx5oStzU/s640/blogger-image--2102291038.jpg" /&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/7530744574269644513-5781486137120777067?l=dirtycurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/feeds/5781486137120777067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/2011/12/music-students.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530744574269644513/posts/default/5781486137120777067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530744574269644513/posts/default/5781486137120777067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/2011/12/music-students.html' title='Music Students'/><author><name>BrrdNrrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660369420149088597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuCFR79q-AU/SfBcpdRYYJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fUaybyngyZ8/S220/n63208165_32270792_717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hyZlG3gNHbs/Tt60oBTkTgI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/_wPtx5oStzU/s72-c/blogger-image--2102291038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>East Tennessee State University English Department 807 University Parkway, Johnson City</georss:featurename><georss:point>36.303638 -82.369541</georss:point></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530744574269644513.post-1037098587366793742</id><published>2011-11-12T14:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T15:05:34.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was raised right.</title><content type='html'>I'm going to rant for a bit, so hold on to your potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little, my parents taught me a few things. The first and most important moral instilled in me was to be nice. You treat other people like you want to be treated. If someone is being nasty toward you, you are not obligated to do anything for them; just walk away. Living in this day and era, there are so many people willing to judge other people without looking at themselves to see why they are so bitter and angry. If two men want to sleep together and occasionally enjoy oiled massages or if a married hetero couple wants to not have children, that's OK. You don't need to judge them America. Ain't none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second thing I learned very quickly; you are not entitled to SHIT!!! You can be fortunate, blessed, lucky, whatever you want to call it, to have things that are nice, but that doesn't mean when you don't get what you want you roll around on the ground like a damned 2 year old. I see more adults these days acting like they are owed something in life because they went to a good school and that should mean something to the world. Well you know what, it doesn't. Just because you have been with the same cable company/cell phone provider/coffee vendor for 15 years doesn't mean that somethings won't change and you might be subject to new rules. If you buy a $4,000 TV and it breaks after you throw your Wii remote through the screen, that's your fault. Get over it and buy another TV. Don't bitch to the TV manufacturer that the screen should have been stronger, you should have been smarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third thing...don't be so damned lazy. If you don't like your job, you have the power to change that. Now, that may mean that you will leave your current occupation, but please do it sooner than later because all of your bitching and whining about how hard your job is doesn't make anyone like you. It makes you look like a pussy. You should be lucky in this day and age to actually have a job. And if you have been holding out for that $35,000 a year job so that you don't have to go work at a burger joint, uh, than you're lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three things to think about. Have a nice freaking day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530744574269644513-1037098587366793742?l=dirtycurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/feeds/1037098587366793742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-raised-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530744574269644513/posts/default/1037098587366793742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530744574269644513/posts/default/1037098587366793742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-was-raised-right.html' title='I was raised right.'/><author><name>BrrdNrrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660369420149088597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuCFR79q-AU/SfBcpdRYYJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fUaybyngyZ8/S220/n63208165_32270792_717.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7530744574269644513.post-8769850852684080252</id><published>2011-11-05T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T09:56:11.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OK, so here we go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q48J4jREIHU/TrVqosIbp1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/lnUDp8IfBak/s1600/IMG_0771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 92px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q48J4jREIHU/TrVqosIbp1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/lnUDp8IfBak/s400/IMG_0771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671556553016846162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greetings everyone. I am going to start doing this blog, hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Daniel and I currently live in Knoxville, TN. Despite what I originally thought, this is not where Fort Knox is and all the gold of the United States is housed. Derp. It is the home of the Tennessee Volunteers, The Smoky Mountain National Park, Dollywood and Dolly Parton. This is going to be year three for me. Three years in the this area have really opened my eyes as to how the South is really different from the rest of the world. Sometimes I feel like a Crusader in the Holy Land and I am facing new cultures that are devoted to a way of life that is somewhat strange, yet slightly familiar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week I realized that I would be turning 30 in less than 2 months. What the hell? Where did the time go? I swear I just turned 16 only a little while ago. All that time passed by and somehow I feel really old. That needs to change. Isn't 30 the new 12? I'm going to get a moped, dye my hair blond and travel the south preaching the dangers of PCB's in microwavable leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about all the things I love and I am going to commit myself to doing those things on a regular basis. Here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Writing (this blog and other stuff)&lt;br /&gt;2 Art (drawing and sculpting)&lt;br /&gt;3 Geeking out on computer stuff (gaming and other junk)&lt;br /&gt;4 Running and getting healthy (I'm going to be a hot 30 year old man)&lt;br /&gt;5 Keeping in touch with the ones I love (you know who you are)&lt;br /&gt;6 Biology stuff (whether that means me going to school again, so be it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on back and see what I have to offer, for now, enjoy this song I posted on my public folder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public.me.com/brrdnrrd&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7530744574269644513-8769850852684080252?l=dirtycurve.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/feeds/8769850852684080252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/2011/11/ok-so-here-we-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530744574269644513/posts/default/8769850852684080252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7530744574269644513/posts/default/8769850852684080252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtycurve.blogspot.com/2011/11/ok-so-here-we-go.html' title='OK, so here we go.'/><author><name>BrrdNrrd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02660369420149088597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yuCFR79q-AU/SfBcpdRYYJI/AAAAAAAAAAY/fUaybyngyZ8/S220/n63208165_32270792_717.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q48J4jREIHU/TrVqosIbp1I/AAAAAAAAAEw/lnUDp8IfBak/s72-c/IMG_0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
