<?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-1970323425019438518</id><updated>2011-07-02T20:06:40.002-07:00</updated><category term='oh hi'/><category term='last.fm'/><category term='pointless'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='múm'/><title type='text'>mountain hums</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://map-making.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970323425019438518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://map-making.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>a frantic cartographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001956943758638267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfYoZguseF0/TgiafOdeCeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hM5xs1-Tk_k/s220/lolloca.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-1970323425019438518.post-8482324920261985920</id><published>2011-07-02T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:06:40.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hums and strums</title><content type='html'>I am moving to New York in less than two weeks and primary worry is settled upon what I'm going to eat for dinner tonight. Pad Thai vs. Burritos galore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970323425019438518-8482324920261985920?l=map-making.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://map-making.blogspot.com/feeds/8482324920261985920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://map-making.blogspot.com/2011/07/hums-and-strums.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970323425019438518/posts/default/8482324920261985920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970323425019438518/posts/default/8482324920261985920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://map-making.blogspot.com/2011/07/hums-and-strums.html' title='hums and strums'/><author><name>a frantic cartographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001956943758638267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfYoZguseF0/TgiafOdeCeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hM5xs1-Tk_k/s220/lolloca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970323425019438518.post-4979473313404872665</id><published>2011-06-27T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T17:12:37.888-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last.fm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pointless'/><title type='text'>nagasaki's children</title><content type='html'>Last.fm features me as a top listener of some old band that no one's ever heard of. My pretense wants to convince my pride to gloat over this little tidbit, but my sentience is reminding me that they're only obscure because they failed to be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Jerk. Hi, I'm Jerk. I attempted to do responsible things today (go to bank, purchase hygiene necessities, weasel out of impending jury duty, l'etc) but spending eight dollars on French-pressed coffee just seemed like a much better idea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1970323425019438518-4979473313404872665?l=map-making.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://map-making.blogspot.com/feeds/4979473313404872665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://map-making.blogspot.com/2011/06/nagasakis-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970323425019438518/posts/default/4979473313404872665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1970323425019438518/posts/default/4979473313404872665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://map-making.blogspot.com/2011/06/nagasakis-children.html' title='nagasaki&apos;s children'/><author><name>a frantic cartographer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11001956943758638267</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mfYoZguseF0/TgiafOdeCeI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hM5xs1-Tk_k/s220/lolloca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1970323425019438518.post-8383294453549134410</id><published>2011-06-27T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:40:09.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh hi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='múm'/><title type='text'>pulling moons, stale coffee, and the promise of never having to see this place again</title><content type='html'>The sudden fear of creeps and plagiarists has inspired me to delete my Tumblr account and resurrect my old-found love for creativity and all things obsolete. I even reunited with Shift Key for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never know what to do/make/say/think for the first of anything. 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