<?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-4118657</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:36:06.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The PEPPERGREEN Contingent</title><subtitle type='html'>An Entrance Point into the World of the Peppergreen Mind</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>113</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-112936198761038050</id><published>2005-10-15T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T02:39:47.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two for the price of one.I just wrote this post. But in the saving process, it was deleted. That is frustrating...But tonight I was given a chance to dance. My good friend Chris and I went to a movie. As we left the theatre, another friend called.He was 3 blocks away listening to an 80's band. While there two women, a bit older than me (but a comfortable age older) asked me to dance. I thought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/112936198761038050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/112936198761038050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112936198761038050' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-112916720119268534</id><published>2005-10-12T20:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:33:21.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ghost stories are filling my head these days...The free candy season is around the corner.  Leaves are disappearing with the warmer temperature.  The sky greys a little earlier every day.  And the shadows climb out of my memory to enjoy the season.I've had a multitude of unreal experiences.  Science will attempt to say they are not real.  My mind has created a figment to stimulate my creativity..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/112916720119268534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/112916720119268534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112916720119268534' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-112883780350009304</id><published>2005-10-09T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:03:23.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A moment of SerenityI went to a movie tonight.  I was trying to shut it off.  Thought.  I've been trying to shut off thought.  The problem is, no matter what I do, it just wont stay shut off.They say brilliant people go mad because they see the world for what it is.  They are unable to drift aimlessly with the masses through life... letting the power be drained, freedom stolen, and hope displaced</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/112883780350009304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/112883780350009304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112883780350009304' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-108667162334517210</id><published>2004-06-08T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T00:13:43.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmm,I once visited this field quite often.Have the flowers of thought wilted...Leaving only dried stems of a once colorful essence?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/108667162334517210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/108667162334517210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2004_06_06_archive.html#108667162334517210' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-108061844329174638</id><published>2004-03-29T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T21:50:52.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viva la peppergreen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/108061844329174638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/108061844329174638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108061844329174638' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-107337226501790649</id><published>2004-01-06T00:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T00:59:24.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another monday gone...Reviewing the world of business I have started to focus on the home business market.Candles, Make-up, etc...  the possibilities are endless.  Most are set-up like a pyramid scheme with one big difference, no scheme.  You sell a product, you get a share of the sale.  Basically the seller becomes the middle man.Im tired, so no political commentary, just a revelation on a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/107337226501790649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/107337226501790649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107337226501790649' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-107308883038939411</id><published>2004-01-02T17:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T18:16:59.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I sit with Athena on my lap...I am in Bemidji, Mn today.  This time I am a visitor.  I recently relocated to Crystal (Twin Cities Area), Mn.  What a different life.  Then again, very familiar.My girlfriend (my wondrous friend really) still resides here.  In may she graduates too!  A new world for both of us then.  And for her cat Athena too.But I am currently locating employment.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/107308883038939411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/107308883038939411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107308883038939411' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-107232871186563062</id><published>2003-12-24T23:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T23:06:35.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Protecting the world for a less educated America…87 Billion dollars.  Our president asked for this amount of money earlier this year.  An increase for military spending.  Spending to support actions within the borders of Iraq.  These dollars have secured the capture of Sadaam Hussein, enemy of freedom.  With his capture has come the capture of his military leaders:  Generals, Captains, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/107232871186563062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/107232871186563062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107232871186563062' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106695552187721608</id><published>2003-10-23T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T19:32:01.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The school I attend publishes an all womens anthology called Dust and Fire.  Wonderful publication for over 25 years.Soon a new anthology will arise from the educational halls of Bemidji State University.Fire Ring Voices, an anthology of male writing, will be published during the spring of 2004.  Echoing Dust and Fire, Fire Ring Voices is going to offer a chance for those disallowed-due to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106695552187721608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106695552187721608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106695552187721608' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106511738795250688</id><published>2003-10-02T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T12:56:28.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just a quick thought...Economically, it has been proven time and time again that a quick-healer for an slumping economy is War.  Yet the War on Terrorism, on the Islamic world, has not yet pulled America out of the current economic depression.Could the Iraq invasion be just that?Thought for Liberty,Action for freedom...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106511738795250688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106511738795250688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106511738795250688' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106488144428031379</id><published>2003-09-29T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T19:24:04.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>to look at the image of my words ...Peter Klint of Germany has finished his creation of me.From a few photographs, the thoughts I share here and elsewhere on the web, and with some background music to energize the muse, Peter has caught the essence of me when writing.  The look is intense and questioning...as I do question myself when writing.  The color tones - orange and yellow - are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106488144428031379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106488144428031379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106488144428031379' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106441723122712454</id><published>2003-09-24T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T10:27:11.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Andrew B.:Just a note... your friends wish you well at Metropolitan State!!  I said hello's for you as you had asked.  I even found out that one of your female classmates here always thought you were cute:)more irony of time and place...I hope "your people" are treating you good where you are!The Peppergreen Contingent</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106441723122712454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106441723122712454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106441723122712454' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106441706613139001</id><published>2003-09-24T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T10:24:25.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>no time to reflect...Mr. Ashcroft was in my home state of Minnesota this past week.  He is journeying around the U.S.A. in what was first labeled "gaining support for the patriot act."  But now news reports are saying he is trying (failing I hope) to gain support to EXPAND the patriot act.  An act of congress that is in fact Unpatriotic...unless you are willing to hand away personal privacy.  I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106441706613139001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106441706613139001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106441706613139001' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106277493180581686</id><published>2003-09-05T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T10:15:31.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Patriot act (ion)...The value of a name.  It is true much can be found in such a device.  Most people don't think about it too much.  We are given our name long before we could ever think "this isn't who I want to be."  The name shapes perspective, creates identity, and opens (or closes) doors.Two years ago the value of a name was achieved.  What do I mean by achieved.  Some of you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106277493180581686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106277493180581686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106277493180581686' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106269539476053124</id><published>2003-09-04T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T12:09:54.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The price of milk...Last week the T.V. news reported (alll too briefly) that in the near future milk prices could be rising by $1.00 a gallon.  It was also stated that this is due to an increase in what farmers will be allowed to sell milk at.Farming is to some extent a regulated business.  Our government sets Price Ceilings on essential products, such as milk, to keep the price affordable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106269539476053124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106269539476053124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106269539476053124' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106259537764877837</id><published>2003-09-03T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T08:22:57.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A chance to move ahead...It has now come to my attention that the two credits that I would have to register for this coming spring, my last two credits neccesary for graduation, could possibly be added to my fall schedule.  Adding this to my fall schedule could allow me to enter the workforce sooner.  But by rushing this class I may not put the same effort into these credits that I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106259537764877837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106259537764877837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106259537764877837' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106193628229339641</id><published>2003-08-26T17:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T17:18:02.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Returning to the source of education...I am back now, for the next few months, to finish up my undergraduate degree.  16 credits total until I am found worthy of the higher education mark.  But then what...and do I continue?...or do I work?My greatest educational source this summer again is life.  Part of that education took place at Bemidji State University.  Part of it with my sister </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106193628229339641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106193628229339641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106193628229339641' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-106017880139424616</id><published>2003-08-06T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T09:06:41.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silent in Tennessee...I recently departed my homestate of Minnesota for Knoxville, Tennessee.  My sister lives in one of the outskirt communities.  I thought if I came down here I would do some:  writing, relax, and tour.  Instead I have relaxed, slept, and gone to 2 minor-league baseball games.  No writing as-of yet.  No pouring out of the short-stories clamouring at my temple.  There are 2 of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106017880139424616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/106017880139424616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106017880139424616' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-105910444776816890</id><published>2003-07-24T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T22:40:47.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sunbeams stretching me out from my sheetsanomosity, curiosity, and grief releaseMy aunt, 62, is buried todayand my bestfriends weddingI the best man, arrives this fridayShannon- with twins: my sis. on bedrest waitspregnant 32 weeks; yet unborn daughters deciding today to begin fateSoon a trip across land these eyes have never gleanedon Sunday Im leaving, 12 days, in Appalacian's Tennessee</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/105910444776816890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/105910444776816890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105910444776816890' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-105762807149998890</id><published>2003-07-07T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T20:34:31.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight is the first night alone...Brandie, who is now my personal inspiration and reason to better myself, left today.Two weeks ago I was in the wondrous depths of the Northwoods writers conference.  Last week, through today's evening, I was wisping through the moment with her by my side.  Now tonight...empty, alone, and unmistakably mute.Except within my written words.  Again I am able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/105762807149998890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/105762807149998890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105762807149998890' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-105669896063595525</id><published>2003-06-27T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T02:29:20.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A funny thing about meeting someone for a short time.  If they start to mis-state your name, it just may continue...or spread.I am the intern for novelist Ann Copeland.  A writer under a psuedonym herself, possibly the reason why, she took to calling me Kurt this week.  This is not my name.  I am lovingly known as karl.  Anyway...this title has been shared with the people within the conference,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/105669896063595525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/105669896063595525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105669896063595525' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-105663299597943420</id><published>2003-06-26T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-26T08:13:26.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A READING  ( a poem born on wed. afternoon of this week)Hollow, the paper with only the words upon     and yet we adore them - after their master's speakingWe rush in to devour the bookstore shelves     whatever covers "that" evenings reading.Politics...Sex... or twisted memory     or the most appallingly unreal:  Non-FictionStill the phrases were bled into the ink-     a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/105663299597943420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/105663299597943420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105663299597943420' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-95995623</id><published>2003-06-24T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T07:38:44.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two hours with Jay Parini...Possibly the most amazing jewel on display at the Northwoods Writers Conference was todays "Fireside Chat" with Jay.  Around 40 people (the reading was only open to the Conference Atendees) listened in as Mr. Parini: answered questions on writing, told antidotes of the famous persons he has met through his travels, related his failure and questions on why do I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95995623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95995623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95995623' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-95944070</id><published>2003-06-23T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T08:12:12.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was able to meet my Universities President yesterday...I spoke momentarilly with him before our Writers conference kick-off banquet.  I have an idea for some printing tools I would like to write a grant for.  He opened his office doors for me, just off of a brief conversation, to come in and review my idea...to offer support as a University for the idea...but this is not why I am writing.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95944070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95944070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95944070' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-95931653</id><published>2003-06-22T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T21:49:31.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The rebirth of a writers conference...and I am on the ground floor watching a giant stand up.  Maybe it has to do with the summer solistice?  OR the storm clouds that are only showing their beauty and not their rage.  But last night I sat in a room of Eight writers...eight like-minded souls- with a world of directions and history seperating the past.  Yet the common denominator was Family.  We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95931653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95931653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95931653' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-95274744</id><published>2003-06-04T02:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T02:49:30.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two days until class again...two days to prepare for learning.  learning something new and useful for sure this summer:  Grant writing!!  with the economy supposedly in a terrible situation (I think its been righting itself since feb., but don't tell the pessimests) a knowledge all too valuable is the ability to create money with words.  Grant writing is able to do this.  Just the fact I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95274744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95274744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95274744' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-95017056</id><published>2003-05-28T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T21:19:00.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>grades came in...Thought I wouldn't make the grade.  Not the grade I was hoping for anyway.  I wanted a 4.0.  And as I mentioned before, I probably didn't work hard enough, towards the end, in one of my classes to deserve this honor.  My professor (bless her heart) saw things otherwise.  It is true that we live in a society that craves and remembers the spectacular endings.  As a culture we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95017056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/95017056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95017056' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-94746508</id><published>2003-05-22T12:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T12:43:28.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>love and tenderness...'nough said.  Communication is essential and must be forced.  or misunderstandings arise.  To all of you who read this weblog:  I offer you my love and friendship.  Even if I never actually meet you in person.  I will be more sparadic with my postings then usual until June 5th.  Then I am back in full force for summer session.May my computerized wishes wrap around your</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94746508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94746508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94746508' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-94426980</id><published>2003-05-15T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T22:09:37.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>88%...88% and 5 short of 93.  With my personal calculation I needed a 93% on my final paper, in my final class, to gain a 4.0 G.P.A.And though I realize now I have missed possibly my one shot at gaining this infamous grade point mark, I'm internally content with my results!  A long while ago I realized that where you seem to show the least ability (on paper), in actuallity this is where you (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94426980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94426980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94426980' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-94394363</id><published>2003-05-15T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T10:31:30.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>softball again...interesting thing about new towns, new fields.  The designs are all different.  The field layouts force you to play different styles, different strategy.I am not sure how much I will enjoy the fields in Bemidji.  I am used to large 300 foot fields (distance from homeplate to the fence).  The fields here stretch out at 275.  Only 25 feet...no big deal.  Very big deal!On a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94394363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94394363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94394363' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-94321838</id><published>2003-05-14T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T06:13:48.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6 a.m. and all is fine...here I am, less than 7 hours after my last post.  I was worried and without focus on my paper.  Now, four sources, and 7 pages later my paper is finished.  I have an hour until the doors to my professors office become unlocked.  Then I will drop off my final work for the sem. (minus one revision due tomorrow, online, at midnight)Time for a shower and a shave.  at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94321838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94321838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94321838' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-94309191</id><published>2003-05-13T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-13T23:32:12.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>under 12 hours to finish...I have one paper left to write.  A week ago I had 2 assignments left for the semester.  In actuality I still have these two assignments.  One of them is a rewrite.  But this paper, 7-10 pages is giving me fits.  Usually I have a desire to finish things.  Yet, maybe due to my success with life this semester, I can not seem to bring myself to write it.  I have all the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94309191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94309191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94309191' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-94030140</id><published>2003-05-08T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T22:26:21.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the end is only as far away as you can't see...Four months ago I was still a college drop out who had legitamately wasted 7 years not gaining a degree.  Now I am entering the end of my first real semester in about five years.  How the world can change with regained focus.My last earned G.P.A. was around a 1.6.  That is literally pathetic!!  I was never going back to school, and just wanted to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94030140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/94030140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94030140' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-93807449</id><published>2003-05-05T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T11:25:22.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello blogger my old friend.I've come to type with you again.what if softest touches are too painful;sensitivity leaves caresses ungrateful...for the one, who you hold, like the nubian bride,before she cried...cuz her senses - are all but tepidstill my heart yearns too offer fleshwith witness to her pleasured blissthough my world can not seem to fathomthe slightest touch could be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/93807449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/93807449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93807449' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-93249983</id><published>2003-04-25T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-25T12:15:02.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the semester closes,Within 7 days I will only have a paper left to turn in.  Everything else (for classwork) this sem. will be done.  My cousin Drew in Fargo, finishes his senior thesis the same day!  Proud of you son, proud of you.I have been rewriting two constitutions for clubs here on campus.  With my coursework I wasnt able to give it my whole focus, but I tried.  One of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/93249983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/93249983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93249983' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-92957389</id><published>2003-04-20T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T21:01:59.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A natural view...I visited the weblog of Jing Tong today.  She is an exchange student from China.For anyone interested in different views of America, please visit this site.  As an American, I look at life through a sort-of business-work ethic-money oriented world.  I often attempt to step back and try to notice the world around me.  This is a residual effect of my introverted childhood.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92957389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92957389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92957389' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-92911533</id><published>2003-04-19T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-19T20:33:20.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the value of silence...I was looking at escaping to my parents farm for the weekend.  Then I made a list of assignments and personal projects and realized time didnt allow for the eight hours of driving.  though family-tyme would be wonderful right now.So here I sit on a saturday evening.  The evening before Easter.  Family and friends I need to visit with will be greeting and smiling at 11:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92911533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92911533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92911533' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-92733026</id><published>2003-04-16T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T14:47:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>atop the green monster...I am, without a doubt, a major league baseball junkie!  enough said about that.This week, around 270 new seats became available for games at arguably the greatest remaining classic baseball arena in the U.S.  Outside of certain minor league antiquities, possibly only Yankee fans would argue with me, that Fenway park in Boston is the Jewel of Major League baseball's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92733026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92733026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92733026' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-92566744</id><published>2003-04-14T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-14T00:57:47.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dammit... I just wrote over 2000 words about something Im struggling with.  And this system lost its connection...and my words.  Second time this week It has happened.@!#@!$##@$%#$!#@$!#$#!#@$%@$&amp;^*%&amp;^^%~~%</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92566744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92566744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92566744' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-92505893</id><published>2003-04-12T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-12T19:04:37.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went on a field trip yesterday to check out some printing press places...I came away with knowledge of the working force.  When we are in school, sometimes we can get so caught up in what we are studying, we forget that after we leave school we will have to translate our gained knowledge into cash.By visiting these facilities the use of technology was overwhelming!  As a writing major, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92505893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92505893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92505893' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-92377590</id><published>2003-04-10T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T14:16:43.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a thought for my future...I allowed my abstractions to siphon onto paper yesterday.  Is it a stretch to think I could edit and publish a magazine?  The basis of it has been in my head for some time.  A desire of sorts, I see it working in my dreams...or were they visions?Financially, what will it take?  I need to find out.  What quality of paper do I use?  How much can I pay for used </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92377590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92377590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92377590' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-92154445</id><published>2003-04-07T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T10:41:59.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another round of music please...Funny how for some music is more than a way for life.  Yet I notice that students from Canada I have met seem to have a deeper understanding and talent in music, and other arts.  I ask this question not to anger anyone, but to get perspective of the world around you:         Have we as Americans been pushing success in the business world so hard we forget </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92154445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92154445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92154445' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-92038869</id><published>2003-04-05T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T13:16:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>intamacy and monogamy...a funny thing about perspective... most likely a sign of society than anything...but I noticed it within a conversation the other day.We were talking about women (imagine that, two guys on that subject!?!).  The person I was talking with is quite fond of having multiple partners.  He honestly said, "No Karl, you see there are a million womens out there.  And I want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92038869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/92038869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92038869' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-91891765</id><published>2003-04-02T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T22:40:54.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The power of diversity...Last week I joined an organization on my campus called The Design Guild.  This club used to go by another name but needed a renewed lease on life. I was asked to join by two of the clubs officers.The Design Guild is filled with visual artists.  The problem they needed to overcome was within words.  Most people dont associate words with visual art.  Look around at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91891765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91891765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91891765' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-91461487</id><published>2003-03-26T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T23:34:56.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Be bold, but be yourself...Today I was given wonderful news...  This summer Bemidji State U. is holding a writers conference.Four internship positions were available for the one week workshop.  I applied for the internship in the Genre of fiction (poetry and non-fiction were also offered).  I wasn't sure if I had a chance?  So I wrote what I felt was a compelling argument as to why I aught to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91461487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91461487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91461487' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-91356609</id><published>2003-03-25T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T11:41:55.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a reflection of a nation through highlights...Earlier in the week, during a professional hockey game in Canada, the crowd violently booed as the American Anthem was played.I have been watching highlights of our "war" in Iraq.  The media, now that we are doing quite well without backlash, isn't giving enough coverage to those protesting.  Though I do support what America is doing in Iraq.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91356609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91356609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91356609' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-91327100</id><published>2003-03-24T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T23:11:50.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>note to self, "always date your work!"...I am in the process of adding 10 year old writing to my wiki page.  My wiki includes a combination of my personal history as well as a bulk of creative writings.I have typed copies of many works.  I typed these up back in 1995.  The only problem is though I didnt date any of them.  Somewhere in an unmarked box at my parents farm exists the original (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91327100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91327100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91327100' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-91261474</id><published>2003-03-23T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-23T23:09:06.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another weekend has passed...My best friend in the world was in town this weekend.  A mutual name from the past was in a Curling tournament here in Bemidji.  If you dont know, we have some of the United States best Curlers in Bemidji.  Yeh your laughing...but I know when the Winter Olympics are on Curling draws you in.  Two or three hours can pass and then you blink, realizing your still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91261474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91261474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91261474' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-91080796</id><published>2003-03-20T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T15:18:59.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>friends... helping... friends... helping... friends... help... themself,The wonderful thing about friendship is when people do things for others because you know that persons desires and personality.  A friend of mine was playing piano one night at an open-mic format.  She invited me to listen.  The performance she gave blew me away.  She did a bluezie-soulful piece on piano, and two more with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91080796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91080796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91080796' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-91002491</id><published>2003-03-19T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T11:49:22.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the reasoning of science replaces religion,     Religion will engulf science!  I was able to listen to one man's vision of "the voice of God"  last night that was intriguing and thought provoking.  As friendships are strengthened people will reveal the intimate details of life.  The person who I was talking with is no different.  A practitioner of pagan beliefs, his ideals of Jesus vary from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91002491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91002491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91002491' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-91000475</id><published>2003-03-19T11:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T11:13:50.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WIthout computer time until now...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91000475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/91000475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91000475' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90697716</id><published>2003-03-14T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T01:52:24.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am without computer until sunday evening,I am off to Minneapolis to drink, chase, and be merry.  An ancient Vikings exhibit at the Science Museum of Minn. is also in plan on friday.  Sat. I may see a friend, Jason Page of Hypothetical Productions, who is finding actors for his next movie, "Newton's Disease."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90697716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90697716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90697716' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90697458</id><published>2003-03-14T01:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T01:44:17.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I asked the other day what would happen if you type your name into Google,I did.  I found others around the world that share my last name.  I sent e-mails to those who offered them.  The response I was given today was more than I could ever hope to receive.  I thought I may get a curious Hello, who are you?  Instead I was given what could only be read as a gift.The Stuck!st artist Peter Klint</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90697458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90697458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90697458' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90634589</id><published>2003-03-12T23:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T23:59:51.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is it about America that stands apart?I think a part of the answer came to me on H.B.O. today.  They were showing a documentary/autobiography on Legendary sports commentator Jim McKay  .  Jim McKay was a master in his field.  He offered a story he was covering with attention to the characters and characteristics of the sport/athlete.  As was common practice, most commentators covered the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90634589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90634589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90634589' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90573121</id><published>2003-03-12T00:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T00:53:36.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With blogger purchased by Google...what could I find,What is out there is I type in my last name, Klint?  I found links to others sharing my name.  I found this weblog.  That was a first.  My classes turned up on-line.  An article about a 105 year old woman in the L.A. california valley.  I found a talented artist named Peter in Germany.  There is an artist in Montreal, Canada named Risto who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90573121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90573121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90573121' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90565506</id><published>2003-03-11T22:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T22:05:47.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The NBA to set age restrictions,I am an avid fan of basketball.  I have wanted to see age restrictions for some years now.  The level of play has declined over the past 5 years.  Certain teams seem to become a onjob training ground for the extablished teams.  Though Garnett would probably be playing somewhere else...I wish this policy would have been established when the wolves became an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90565506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90565506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90565506' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90227207</id><published>2003-03-06T02:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T02:16:05.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Im now on spring break.  If I can find a computer wherever I journey, I will post.  If not...I will type you again on the 14th.the peppergreen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90227207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90227207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90227207' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90227170</id><published>2003-03-06T02:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T02:14:46.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The circles life creates,Yesterday I went to an open-mic. concert on my campus of Bemidji State University.  All I have to say is that this school drips with artistic talent.  Two people who performed were stageworthy enough that I wanted to purchase a CD.  One of these people is a beautifully talented classmate of mine.  She is on the track team here.  As a member of the same poety-class </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90227170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90227170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90227170' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90226747</id><published>2003-03-06T01:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-06T01:59:00.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Looks like things for N.F.L.s Arizona Cardinals is getting uglier,Today I noticed that the starting free-agent quarterback Jake Plummer was signed by Denver.  Also, superstar widereceiver David Boston (who was plagued with injury this season) is gone to the San Diego Chargers.David Boston may not have performed well this next season due to his injury.  Jake Plummer may have thrown more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90226747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90226747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90226747' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90131471</id><published>2003-03-04T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T14:51:33.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to apologize,I am attempting to figure out why the link to my poetry and short stories is not working!?!For anyone trying to visit this site, follow this link:  http://ferret.bemidjistate.edu/~morgan/cgi-bin/kklintWiki.pl?.Good Luck...The peppergreen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90131471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90131471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90131471' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90101831</id><published>2003-03-04T02:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T02:22:45.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Hour With Freya Manfred	The reading by Mrs. Manfred was nothing but wonderful.  With such a genuine openness I felt I had met her before.  I could sense the urgency time constraints put on her.  I wondered if this was her form of her father’s claustrophobia?  As The hour past, I wanted to hear more, yet time is cruel.  I liked the style of incorporating not just her words, but her father’s </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90101831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90101831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90101831' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90069660</id><published>2003-03-03T15:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T15:17:01.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The power of the television,Last night i was watching Tech-TV and they were giving hints to print out MP3 lists within Window's XP.  As anyone with a large MP3 collection knows, to keep people (ie: the american public as a whole)from making illegal copies of songs and storing them on computers, it is not a normal function to be able to print the music files out on paper; where they can be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90069660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90069660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90069660' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90066756</id><published>2003-03-03T14:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T14:18:55.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just at a speaking engagement,The Novelist and Poet "Freya Manfred" was kind enough to speak on Bemidji States campus today.  Though I should be giving full attention on my blog to her today, my mind is drifting another direction.At the reading I was amazed to run into one of my first writing instructors from RidgeWater College in Willmar, Mn.Her name is:   Margaret J.Karsten.  When I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90066756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90066756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90066756' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-90016720</id><published>2003-03-02T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-03-02T16:51:39.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to my parents cabin for the annual winter check-in,two of my dorm neighbors journey'd with me.  They are in a film class and our campus has lost its interest as a photographing subject.What a wonderful thing to get a chance to further new friendships.  The cabin is 71 miles from my campus...the drive between 1hour15 min. to an hour and 1/2.  Personal philosophy, music taste, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90016720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/90016720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90016720' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-89917132</id><published>2003-02-28T13:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T13:43:20.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Multimedia superstructure,I heard an interesting twist last night to the upcoming "Matrix" movie release.  The day that the next movie of the trilogy will be released, a video game will be added to many credit cards the same day.  The game however is not just an exploitation of name recognition.  The game is actually background info. for the movies.  A person will be able to play as minor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89917132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89917132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89917132' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-89885536</id><published>2003-02-27T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T23:47:57.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been sick for a while,Many thoughts in my head and I wasn't even near a computer for over a week to disperse them.I returned to my parents farm last week to recover a bit from illness.  my cat followed me around for a couple days.  I think at times it only wanted to sit where I was, or was it that the cat only wanted to dig his nails into my stomach.Need a way to realize your gaining weight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89885536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89885536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89885536' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-89405755</id><published>2003-02-19T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T20:45:21.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>writing for grade...I am finding that writing when presented in class is not fun.  I am in need of finishing a ghost story tonight.  Only problem is I have a page total I am trying to get to.  The story is much better in the condensed form; but the distinction for the work needs more pages.  Hurmph...  I can ramble today with my thoughts.  Health must be returning.  I only slept for an extra 4 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89405755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89405755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89405755' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-89316746</id><published>2003-02-18T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-18T11:46:06.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bar codes,I was thinking of the fad where people get words in the form of bar codes tatooed on their neck.would it be wrong to find a bar code writing program,  and write a poem or story in bar code.  I am guessing you could take it with you to wal-mart or target and read it while you shop the endless walkways....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89316746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89316746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89316746' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-89276782</id><published>2003-02-17T20:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T20:22:09.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dry coughthought I lost part of a lung today... looked like it anyway.  But thats the end of flem!?!  I hope.  Still woosy but have info to share.  An article in the B.S.U. Northern Star talks about free money due music buyers.  After a lawsuit dealing with price fixing, certain music companies will be paying out $20.00 to those who register before march 3.  The companies dont have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89276782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89276782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89276782' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-89120054</id><published>2003-02-14T18:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-14T18:37:12.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today I can smile,I went to the doctor.  One person I know is suffering from Strep.  I dont think I have it but it never hurts to check.The doctor was nice enough to clean out my earwax.  This is something I deal with in the winter.  Im walking straight enough now I can stop drinking V-8.  Heh... well, I should be on my way to a hot tub party in St. Cloud.  But I figure if I couldnt make </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89120054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89120054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89120054' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-89071367</id><published>2003-02-13T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T20:14:10.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can sit upright tonight.  Many naps...much needed rest...and a thousand years of health advice I can't remember after 10 min.I am very pleased with the caring showed by my neighbors.  At least seven of the people I know living here in Pine Hall have offered to go out and pick-up:  orange juice, zink or calcium pills, cough drops, movies.  Everything that may help me become healthy!?!Im </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89071367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89071367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89071367' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-89017177</id><published>2003-02-12T23:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-12T23:41:05.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am ill today.  Sounds like this could last a few days.  This is why one stays ahead of the work at hand. My hand is too lackluster to pick up the work I need to do...time to eat some oranges!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89017177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/89017177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89017177' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88948133</id><published>2003-02-11T20:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T20:32:11.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is wonderful!Here is a taste of a letter my mother sent me today.  For anyone wondering if beautiful family life does exist in this world... I have always known it does.Hope you don't mind mom, this was worth more than any other mail I received today...Sue Klint (mom) wrote:            We have a ground blizzard here today.  School was let out early.  I love when that             </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88948133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88948133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88948133' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88927204</id><published>2003-02-11T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T13:37:34.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I received four (count them Four) letters in the mail today!The walls of the institution have been breached.  I feel I am connected to the outside world again.  It is strange that within a month of returning to school, I have delved so deep into my schoolwork and school society, a simple stack of letters can bring such happiness...I used to work for the postal system at a letter sorting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88927204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88927204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88927204' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88922147</id><published>2003-02-11T11:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T11:50:46.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was asked if I talk with the same voice as what my blog speaks with.I dont think so.  I am able to think my thoughts through on type.  Speaking, I sometimes become tongue-tied and lose my train of thought.  class time... gotta run through the english language (Poetry class)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88922147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88922147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88922147' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88901821</id><published>2003-02-11T02:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T02:34:40.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My wiki page will hopefully be changing addresses and shape soon.  As long as Prof. Morgan agrees to it, I will be diving into a ten week project relating my past writings with historical data.  Want to read the proposal?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88901821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88901821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88901821' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88901594</id><published>2003-02-11T02:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T02:24:01.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I gave the color palette of green background and yellow type a try...The colors reminded me of Pioneer seed-corn bags (part of my past).  But I have heard from at least four sources with impressions of reading difficulty.  As my cousin Drew put it "Are you color-blind?"So next I try the reverse!  I like these colors, but I read my comments on the publishing page.  So I feel I need to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88901594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88901594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88901594' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88901107</id><published>2003-02-11T02:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T02:04:59.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Politics within the club sports arena.Last night I was thrilled to find out the Ultimate Frisbee Club would be splitting reserved time in the B.S.U. Rec Center with the school softball team.  This becomes a problem for the club since Ultimate is played on a football size playing surface.  What honestly pissed me off though was the fact the softball teams coach, who if organized would have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88901107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88901107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88901107' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88875176</id><published>2003-02-10T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T16:43:09.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have played with my color pallett.  What do people think.  My background used to be yellow...this is also an attempt to get some input in my shout out area.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88875176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88875176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88875176' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88869717</id><published>2003-02-10T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T15:02:22.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what a day of interesting thoughts... I think the fruit I've been devouring this winter is starting to soak into my labour!?!As I was eating lunch today, the girl at the table with me kept staring.  She was staring at my teeth.  I asked her "is there something stuck in 'em?"  No, she was just amazed how white they are.I gained the sensation that this was an attraction device for her.  So know</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88869717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88869717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88869717' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88863079</id><published>2003-02-10T12:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T23:54:32.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mind keeps drifting back to last nights NBA all-star game.                                                                                                                                                      I am locked onto a comment one of the announcers made about Tim Duncan and Kevin Garnett.  This "expert" stated that the all-star game is a difficult venue for these two players due to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88863079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88863079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88863079' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88857425</id><published>2003-02-10T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T12:09:38.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>anybody at bsu readin this listen to Randy Travis?  I have been in the mood to put some travis on my computer, but am unable to locate any cd's.  Drop me a note if I can use your cd for a day.  I only need each cd for a total of 5 min. in computer time.  Thank you,Karl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88857425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88857425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88857425' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88839595</id><published>2003-02-10T01:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T01:56:00.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just printed for the first time with my new printer.  It was a gift.  My favorite types of stuff are anything that has no cost.  Except I need to run out and purchase a new color ink cartridge for it.  This made me start to think about cost of ink as it relates to cost within new printers...A low-end printer runs around $100.00.  The ink cartridges are worth about $40.00 to $50.00 together.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88839595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88839595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88839595' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88833723</id><published>2003-02-09T23:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T23:02:16.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just finished watching the best basketball game I've seen all year:  The NBA ALL-STAR GAMECongratulations to Kevin Garnett on winning the double overtime MVP honors.  I felt he should have won the award last year.  He played last years game with the best all around all-star performance and was set aside for high scorers.  When in Rome... so this year he goes off with 37 points, 5 steals, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88833723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88833723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88833723' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88787547</id><published>2003-02-09T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-09T00:08:00.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let it be known that we count on our family for more than we can imagine.Today my mom dropped me an e-mail wondering if I was sick.  I havent posted for a few days and she got worried.  I'm Fine and dandy.  I've been busy reading William Fulkners "Go Down Moses."  A true drunken bliss.  Only drinking may be the only way to tear through it... this book is actually kept me from my blogging.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88787547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88787547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88787547' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88598812</id><published>2003-02-05T11:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T11:31:30.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The wiki pages my Bemidji Blogs and Wikis class are creating became fundamental today.As I was scrolling through some of the others work, I jumped through a link Joshua Page had added under poetry.  I was expecting to find some of his poetry listed.  Instead the link took me to Poetry.com.This site has over 4.6 million poets listed within it...If you have any love for poetry...and like me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88598812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88598812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88598812' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88578166</id><published>2003-02-05T01:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T01:08:18.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A spiritual visitationI am surprised Stacey that your dog did not wake up.  You mentioned earlier in the week that your grandfather was on your mind.  I like to think our connections to those we love and care for transends location.When my grandfather died about six years ago I found myself attempting to contact my parents.  I was living in Fargo at the time.  I started calling around 9:30 am</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88578166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88578166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88578166' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88546341</id><published>2003-02-04T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T13:54:07.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                “I  Am”                    Don’t mind meI make but quiet soundsBlending backwardinto the blinding higher groundThe world knows allbut somehow overlooks meI am everyoneyet not one’ll  miss meMy hearts pureWith intents quite respectfulwaiting for tomorrowToday needs not my conflictsI am middle groundI am amongst the crowds as cloudI’m known and allowedFor I make but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88546341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88546341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88546341' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88542162</id><published>2003-02-04T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T13:52:29.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Witchcraft, loss of self, emotional breakdown!  I dealt with this for the first time since moving to Bemidji, mn last night.  A visitor to my dorm room was having trouble walking when I said "the parties over."  As she approached the dorm room door, her legs "quit wanting to move forward."  After getting slight food poisening from the levels of MSG in the gov't qualified meal plan, I was not in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88542162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88542162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88542162' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88496195</id><published>2003-02-03T16:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T16:56:33.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just did a blog search on google.  The try your luck option is quite entertaining.  I felt as if the game was Russian Roulette and I was holding the bullet!  The first try took me to a pay for site called Blog Philes Web Ring.  They are trying to get you to pay $4.00 per month, not to create a blog, but to be allowed to add your blog to the web rings collective!?!  You have to love American </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88496195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88496195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88496195' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88495375</id><published>2003-02-03T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T16:39:25.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My hard drive is pushing 25 gig of music now.  25 gig?  hard to believe I have only had the thing 1 and 1/2 weeks.When I finally get a chance to return to my parents farm, I will be able to return with another 20+ gig for my ears to listen to.  And barely any country!?!  Music is definately a reflection of the person; yet after four years in fargo, ND, I would expect myself to own more than 10</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88495375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88495375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88495375' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88484811</id><published>2003-02-03T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-03T13:00:25.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found out this morning I have an audience!  (outside of my family) The hairs on my neck stood up a bit and my stomach quivered.  But I am still alive.  I thought to myself:  "Self,  (cuz this is what I call me) how you gonna deal with this?"  And self replied to me:  "just keep doin' what your doin'!"So I will.  Though I now feel obligated to add postings more often; I dont think I could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88484811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88484811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88484811' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88382101</id><published>2003-02-01T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-02-01T13:08:49.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>[2/1/2003 11:04:25 AM | Karl Klint]I was in seventh grade the first time. I remember seeing my science teacher completely break down. Ten years or so earlier he had taught a future astronaut to embrace and love the distance of science. A tall, bald man, he rarely showed emotion. His eye was set on science, and focused on the vast darkness above. He had the ability to thrust this vision into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88382101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88382101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88382101' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88312543</id><published>2003-01-31T00:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T00:08:28.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sweet caroline, you wear your heart on your blog.  I can see your life-and live it with you.  taxes, the mole, and recesses of your classes.       I wish I had enough in my monetary history to worry about taxes.  My classes are all english...the blog and wikis save me from being locked into page after page of print.  and I am locked to ESPN;  though my life long companion is being ignored due to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88312543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88312543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88312543' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88312253</id><published>2003-01-31T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-31T00:01:32.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Late night sci-fi!  black and white; monotone/monoview.  Hitler youth gleaming through the past- showing the bias you know still last...  fading pulse  (Kan we yet heal) to live, undertones will pass?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88312253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88312253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88312253' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88312161</id><published>2003-01-30T23:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T23:58:01.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think it would be great to blog at the bar.  Yes, blogging while drinking...(and not alone) Living in the dorms is sometimes close to the bar.  My neighbors throw out enough drunken stories and adjectives; all I need is a bar stool raging with cigarette burns and my room would have that feeling.  BUt the bar closes too early to be my room.  I was thinking of Mackenzie'sstatement of feeling </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88312161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88312161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88312161' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88276941</id><published>2003-01-30T11:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-30T11:33:58.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am trying to recruit my friends for my other blog.  I dont believe all the world yet checks email but once a month...I shudder to think of that life again!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88276941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88276941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88276941' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88224932</id><published>2003-01-29T14:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T14:37:19.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many years ago I was a student of plant sciences.  I came up with a wonderful plant I will share with you today.First, I would like to take use a corn plant as my foundation.  Sweet Corn would be the best choice.  I like Pioneer Brands Ambrosia type.  It tastes very good.Next I need a Marijuana plant.  I think this experiment could be tested with many different plants.  I only want the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88224932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88224932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88224932' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88224024</id><published>2003-01-29T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T14:21:13.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a lake is not a parking lot a lake is not a parking lot a lake is not a parking lot a lake is not a parking lotunless the lake is caught in the grips of winter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88224024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88224024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88224024' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4118657.post-88202874</id><published>2003-01-29T00:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-01-29T00:39:34.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today we visit Monty Python...  first time I ever heard the work Wiki was in the "Holy Grail"!  Wiki, wiki, wooo...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88202874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4118657/posts/default/88202874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://peppergreen.blogspot.com/2003_01_26_archive.html#88202874' title=''/><author><name>peppergreen4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12293935954059103635</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
