<?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-7257446127029553780</id><updated>2012-01-05T20:50:41.680-08:00</updated><category term='NaBloPoMo'/><category term='Violin'/><category term='Friday&apos;s Man'/><category term='Random Links'/><category term='garden'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='My Book'/><category term='journey'/><category term='Friday&apos;s Girl'/><category term='Football'/><category term='Music'/><title type='text'>The Silent Male</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>514</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2751921137993230954</id><published>2011-11-30T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:17:38.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Message to former In-Laws</title><summary type='text'>Stay the fuck away.Your family went far above and beyond anything ever necessary to damage my life and did so without any justification what-so-ever.You are NOT welcome in my life or my son's life in any way shape or form.  You are NOT welcome to intrude on my life by trying to use this blog to feed your sick, disgusting, perverted desires to find something you can use against other people.So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2751921137993230954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/11/message-to-former-in-laws.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2751921137993230954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2751921137993230954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/11/message-to-former-in-laws.html' title='Message to former In-Laws'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-611470494069034896</id><published>2011-11-29T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:51:59.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Insanity Of It All</title><summary type='text'>Last week saw me in the ER for chest pain (again).  The first time I did that was posted in Dark Trails (here).  It was just a matter of an injury to the cartilage around my sternum, and every heartbeat hit that injury, sending pain shooting through my chest – so you probably see how that could be confused with a heart attack.Now back to the story at hand.  I was back in the ER again with chest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/611470494069034896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/11/insanity-of-it-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/611470494069034896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/611470494069034896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/11/insanity-of-it-all.html' title='The Insanity Of It All'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4778397401909729696</id><published>2011-11-14T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T17:52:54.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Resolution</title><summary type='text'>This past weekend I went out for a walk.  It was a walk out in the deep woods, mountains, canyons, rivers and that kind of thing.  It was supposed to be a hunting trip, but since the game decided not to show up, we'll just call it well armed camping, and walking.I had so much time to think about what has been going on in my life.  Time to really consider what I want, and why I don't have what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4778397401909729696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/11/resolution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4778397401909729696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4778397401909729696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/11/resolution.html' title='A Resolution'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3111941595017551219</id><published>2011-10-27T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T19:15:38.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear Lord.Please let her still live.  Please grant her heart's desire to live a few more years to see her child born and grow enough to know his or her mother.This simple man begs of you tonight.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3111941595017551219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-lord.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3111941595017551219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3111941595017551219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/10/dear-lord.html' title=''/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/_Jtpf8N5IDE/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3622847461264910107</id><published>2011-09-09T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T19:47:25.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Girl'/><title type='text'>Friday's Girl - Beach Vacation</title><summary type='text'>For all the years this blog has been active, and for all of the posts I have done for Friday’s Girl.  I have at times given thought to who was the worst of the worst.I have known that answer now for nearly two years.  During that time I was not writing Friday’s Girl posts.  So her misdeed went kind of unwritten. I say kind of because I actually did write it out, and it is posted on another blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3622847461264910107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/09/fridays-girl-beach-vacation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3622847461264910107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3622847461264910107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/09/fridays-girl-beach-vacation.html' title='Friday&apos;s Girl - Beach Vacation'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3388918476803042943</id><published>2011-09-01T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:53:39.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Girl'/><title type='text'>Friday's Girl - Laughed Her Titties Off</title><summary type='text'>It has been a while since I have done a Friday's Girl post.  For those who don't know about Friday's Girl.  Here is a brief history and description.  In my past, I have been used and lied to by women who would gladly complain about how men are just pigs and liars and cheaters.  I did not do anything to them to deserve to be lied to, or to be mistreated, yet that is what I got.  Someone (who I'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3388918476803042943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/09/fridays-girl-laughed-her-titties-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3388918476803042943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3388918476803042943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/09/fridays-girl-laughed-her-titties-off.html' title='Friday&apos;s Girl - Laughed Her Titties Off'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-449591526800882231</id><published>2011-07-17T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T19:56:57.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Really Busy</title><summary type='text'>So for a very long time I was not that busy.  Then all of the sudden I am so busy my friends and family are wondering where I went.I guess this blog is wondering where I went too.  After all, this was where I came to just vent out my emotions, and the thoughts in my head I did not feel comfortable to share with people directly in my life.It was a kind of therapy I suppose.The time is coming that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/449591526800882231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-really-busy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/449591526800882231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/449591526800882231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-really-busy.html' title='Just Really Busy'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2381150121100126597</id><published>2011-06-26T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T22:30:36.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The passing Time</title><summary type='text'>I have noticed I haven't posted in a while.  It seems it was about a year that I prayed often and hard for a job.  I guess I prayed too hard or too often because I ended up with two jobs.  No details of course, but I am extremely busy and spend much of my free time just plain tired.  Until I get to that point in at least one of these jobs that I can comfortably do the work without having to spend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2381150121100126597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/06/passing-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2381150121100126597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2381150121100126597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/06/passing-time.html' title='The passing Time'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-1850496491409391845</id><published>2011-06-02T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T12:17:50.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Taking it</title><summary type='text'>I don't have to take the crap any more.The hateful woman who is lying and trying to use the legal system to emotionally abuse her (hopefully) soon to be ex-husband turned her hatred and vindictiveness toward me.I didn't have to take it and I did not.  In a moment the other day she demanded I do something immediately.  In reality, I had no legal options but to comply with the request she made (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/1850496491409391845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-taking-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1850496491409391845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1850496491409391845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-taking-it.html' title='Not Taking it'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2445176077188753597</id><published>2011-05-31T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T07:19:28.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eventful Life</title><summary type='text'>I know why I became The Silent Male.  A man who lived in silence while a woman, and other women kept me silent through threats and coercions.It is not enjoyable to see that reminder.  A woman who I called a friend.  No.  So much more than that.  I told her directly I would do everything for her that I possibly could.  I told her directly that I was her friend.  I kept her secret.  I kept her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2445176077188753597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/eventful-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2445176077188753597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2445176077188753597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/eventful-life.html' title='Eventful Life'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-686927484155615901</id><published>2011-05-23T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T15:59:55.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Austrailian Readers</title><summary type='text'>HiI have noticed a few hits from Australia that came by way of SulkyGirl's blog.  I have no doubts that the disagreement between her and I are part of the reason for the visit.  With that in mind, I wanted to share a few things about that disagreement.For starters.  I was not aware that Sulky Girl disliked me.  I read her blog at TheLoveQuote, and left a few comments, and she shared some of her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/686927484155615901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-austrailian-readers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/686927484155615901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/686927484155615901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-austrailian-readers.html' title='For Austrailian Readers'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-5604434588180425788</id><published>2011-05-23T12:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T12:28:44.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeper of Secrets</title><summary type='text'>I kept the secret I mentioned before.  That didn't stop it from getting out.The friend asked me today to tell her everything.  To tell her what her husband knew.  To tell her what her friends know (including the one she calls her best friend).I intentionally withheld.  I told her they knew.  She says they were just guessing.  She tells me there is other stuff going on in her life right now.Things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/5604434588180425788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/keeper-of-secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5604434588180425788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5604434588180425788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/keeper-of-secrets.html' title='Keeper of Secrets'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-168884629143862251</id><published>2011-05-20T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:56:48.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rapture is Coming</title><summary type='text'>According to Christian Radio Host Harold Camping.  Tomorrow.  Saturday May 21, 2011 will begin the rapture.  Here is exactly what is posted on Wikipedia regarding how he came to this belief.Camping has presented several numerological[15]  arguments, or biblical "proofs", in favor of the May 21 end time. A  civil engineer by training, Camping states he has attempted to work out  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/168884629143862251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/rapture-is-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/168884629143862251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/168884629143862251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/rapture-is-coming.html' title='The Rapture is Coming'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-6426325415034155631</id><published>2011-05-18T16:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:21:11.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters</title><summary type='text'>I have a sister.  I have always had a sister since the day of my birth.A short time after my birth.  There were sisters.  As in more than one.The second sister came from a different set of parents.  There were legal issues and lots of messy stuff that I was too young to understand then, and haven't a clue about now because it was never explained.A few years later.  She was gone again.  She was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/6426325415034155631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/sisters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6426325415034155631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6426325415034155631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/sisters.html' title='Sisters'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7948767444195535570</id><published>2011-05-10T15:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T16:06:47.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling So Very Stupid Right now</title><summary type='text'>Some time ago, a woman left a comment on another blog that was specifically about me, and she knew it was specifically about me.  In it she was judgmental of my religious beliefs.  Though I have never once judged her beliefs.  In it she insulted my existence as a human being.  In that comment she laughed and mocked something that I found emotionally difficult to deal with.I sent her an email </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7948767444195535570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/feeling-so-very-stupid-right-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7948767444195535570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7948767444195535570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/feeling-so-very-stupid-right-now.html' title='Feeling So Very Stupid Right now'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4828557720733974903</id><published>2011-05-09T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:00:58.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Message From God</title><summary type='text'>I know somewhere, some post I have stated that I am Christian in religious belief.  I may be the most non-judgmental, tolerant Christian one could find.  I will probably write a longer post on that thought in the future.For now, I just don't want someone to read that I am Christian and assume I would judge their life.  I don't.  Or assume that I think I am a goody too-shoes kinda person.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4828557720733974903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/message-from-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4828557720733974903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4828557720733974903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/message-from-god.html' title='Message From God'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4375695025167628331</id><published>2011-05-06T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T14:49:36.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><summary type='text'>Yeah.  There is a word that just begs to have so much spoken about it.  We have our secrets.  We let our secrets out.  We choose who can have them, who should not have them.Maybe they are fun, maybe they are hurtful.  So on and so forth.But for me.  I was given a secret.  It was a pretty big one (no, I am not going to repeat it).  I look at it and try to think about whether or not I want this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4375695025167628331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/secrets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4375695025167628331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4375695025167628331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4001828192027777802</id><published>2011-05-05T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T15:35:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mirror Mirror</title><summary type='text'>I felt like teasing someone today.  She had it coming for all of her teasing me (in a good natured way).When I went to take a shower, I took my cell phone with me and captured an image of me from behind (clearly I looked like a man stepping into the shower while holding a cell phone).Well that really wasn't good enough.  So I turned around and took a picture facing the mirror.The reaction I got </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4001828192027777802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/mirror-mirror.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4001828192027777802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4001828192027777802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/mirror-mirror.html' title='Mirror Mirror'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-1035683798239897854</id><published>2011-05-02T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T15:41:45.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bin Laden is Dead</title><summary type='text'>http://www.cnn.com/2011/US/05/02/bin.laden.hunt/index.html?hpt=T1&amp;iref=BN1By now, this should not be news to anyone who comes by to read this post.  So I won't bother talking about the details of the raid or it's results.The thing on my mind at the moment is to first give huge amounts of credit to the men and women who worked the intelligence.  The men and women who spent countless hours in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/1035683798239897854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/bin-laden-is-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1035683798239897854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1035683798239897854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/05/bin-laden-is-dead.html' title='Bin Laden is Dead'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4674375636828141362</id><published>2011-04-28T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T12:55:20.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honesty Policy</title><summary type='text'>I am going to do an amazing trick and confront two taboo topics in one single post.  As always, comments are quite welcome.This is a once upon a time story.Once upon a time, I was not monogamous.  In fact, there was a point where I was having sex with four different women.  I was honest with all of them.  They all knew I was not being monogamous, and to at least some degree, knew about the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4674375636828141362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/honesty-policy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4674375636828141362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4674375636828141362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/honesty-policy.html' title='The Honesty Policy'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2582131825752435214</id><published>2011-04-25T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:18:13.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming</title><summary type='text'>I haven't really paid attention to the weather overall across the  country.  I do know that where I live, Spring has not really sprung yet.   We are experiencing sustained below average temperatures and far more  precipitation than normal.So it makes the whole global warming thing a bit suspect to me.Even still.  I did witness a major global warming protest.They look pretty upset about the whole </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2582131825752435214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/global-warming.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2582131825752435214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2582131825752435214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AloK1CX0MCM/TbXkumlHGlI/AAAAAAAAAlE/C7oE1q20fDc/s72-c/Global%2BWarming%2BProtest.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2255876161217784458</id><published>2011-04-22T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T10:03:00.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady Gaga - Bad Romance</title><summary type='text'>Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!Caught in a bad romanceOh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!Oh-oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh-oh!Caught in a bad romanceRah rah ah-ah-ah!Ro mah ro-mah-mahGaga Ooh-la-la!Want your bad romanceRah rah ah-ah-ah!Ro mah ro-mah-mahGaga Ooh-la-la!Want your bad romanceI want your uglyI want your diseaseI want your everythingAs long as it’s freeI want your loveLove-love-loveI want your loveI want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2255876161217784458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/lady-gaga-bad-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2255876161217784458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2255876161217784458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/lady-gaga-bad-romance.html' title='Lady Gaga - Bad Romance'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/qrO4YZeyl0I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7757166378518949314</id><published>2011-04-21T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:01:31.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Questions</title><summary type='text'>I listened to a conversation a high school student had about a class he was in.  The instructor had 3 pieces of candy, and told the class that he would ask 3 questions in order to select the 3 students who would get the candy.The questions had to do with WW2.  I listened as the student described the questions, the answers, and the throwing of the candy.All I could think at the time was that those</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7757166378518949314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7757166378518949314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7757166378518949314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/3-questions.html' title='3 Questions'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4109838516116714754</id><published>2011-04-12T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T20:41:23.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People I Miss</title><summary type='text'>I have been lurking all this time.  Though I wrote the post about coming back after more than one and a half years absent, I have been around.  If you do a bit of research, you'll find that I kind of have been keeping myself busy.There are some who I miss very much though (in no particular order).Therese In Heaven - She and I exchanged several wonderful conversations.  She also taught me a bit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4109838516116714754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-i-miss.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4109838516116714754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4109838516116714754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/people-i-miss.html' title='People I Miss'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7714573632647492752</id><published>2011-04-08T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:35:53.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Greatest Art</title><summary type='text'>I described my life stuffed into packages.  Packages I searched through, finding the bits and pieces, sorting and organizing.  Bringing them back out to where they will live.Among this I found my greatest work of art.  I do not describe myself as an artist.  There are things I have done which definitely had artistic merit.  Even things done within a job may contain artistic merit.  For example.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7714573632647492752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-greatest-art.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7714573632647492752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7714573632647492752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-greatest-art.html' title='My Greatest Art'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-9107770320316144907</id><published>2011-04-06T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T12:20:20.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging In There</title><summary type='text'>I am hanging in there.  I have gone through some more changes.I saw my life completely upheaved, stuffed into packages, stored away, and kept hidden for a year.  Now the view is so very different.  All of that material of my life is no longer stored away, but so very much of it is still stuffed into those packages.I am going through these bits and pieces of my life.  Searching for where they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/9107770320316144907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/hanging-in-there.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/9107770320316144907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/9107770320316144907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/04/hanging-in-there.html' title='Hanging In There'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-1555441484382576931</id><published>2011-03-30T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T14:47:00.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You may call me mean if you like</title><summary type='text'>So you probably guessed there are some who I hate.  One of them used to be a blogger.  Maybe she took a new name, maybe not.  I don't have that information.She lives in another country.  She has a friend who lives in yet another country than either of us do.  That friend is a blogger.I went to the still active blog of the friend and I left a very cruel message (comment) regarding the one who I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/1555441484382576931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-may-call-me-mean-if-you-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1555441484382576931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1555441484382576931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/you-may-call-me-mean-if-you-like.html' title='You may call me mean if you like'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-365966277528701931</id><published>2011-03-28T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T15:28:18.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking About Japan</title><summary type='text'>The news about Japan's efforts to take care of their nuclear power plant so that it does not become a hazard to the citizens of Japan and the environment seems to have dried up.From what I can tell, they are still doing everything they can to bring the problem truly under control.I don't blame the Japanese government or whoever actually owns the power plants for the disaster they are facing.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/365966277528701931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/thinking-about-japan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/365966277528701931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/365966277528701931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/thinking-about-japan.html' title='Thinking About Japan'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-464542601545103028</id><published>2011-03-27T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T18:02:03.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Times Are Busy</title><summary type='text'>I definitely want to give attention to my writing, and I guess in effect to my sharing here.  I do know that the next few days (perhaps weeks) I will be quite busy.  It will even include at least a day or two in which I won't even have Internet access.Such things happen.  It does not mean I am away or ignoring anyone (not sure who there is to ignore at this point though).I'll do my best to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/464542601545103028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/times-are-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/464542601545103028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/464542601545103028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/times-are-busy.html' title='The Times Are Busy'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7877330428417515611</id><published>2011-03-25T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:38:45.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Talk to</title><summary type='text'>I look at the stats for who is visiting this blog.  The count is at zero since I reopened this blog to the public.  That number doesn't really bother me.It does not bother me because I came back silently.  As if to live up to my virtual ID that I use with this blog.If someone is reading this now.  Take a look at the date it was posted.  Did it take very long to find this blog?So when I write here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7877330428417515611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-i-talk-to.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7877330428417515611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7877330428417515611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/who-i-talk-to.html' title='Who I Talk to'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-820994151500623523</id><published>2011-03-24T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T16:27:56.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hatred</title><summary type='text'>Definition at Dictionary.com–nounthe feeling of one who hates;  intense dislike or extreme aversion or hostility.World English Dictionarya feeling of intense dislike; enmityHate:  (at dictionary.com)–verb (used with object)1. to dislike intensely or passionately; feel extreme aversion for or extreme hostility toward; detest: to hate the enemy; to hate bigotry.2. to be unwilling; dislike: I hate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/820994151500623523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/hatred-or.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/820994151500623523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/820994151500623523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/hatred-or.html' title='Hatred'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-5219002437141620098</id><published>2011-03-23T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T13:32:13.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I am back</title><summary type='text'>Why did I come back?  Why did I leave Dark Trails?  Why did I stop being The Steel Horseman?Difficult questions for me to really answer, but I kind of want to answer them for myself.I stopped being The Steel Horseman when I had to give up my motorcycle for financial reasons.  I intend someday to get another motorcycle.  I hope that day is not far away at all.I stopped writing on Dark Trails </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/5219002437141620098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-i-am-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5219002437141620098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5219002437141620098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-i-am-back.html' title='Why I am back'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3832966638596073331</id><published>2011-03-21T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:09:43.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Apologies</title><summary type='text'>I am not going to edit the words regarding these apologies.  They were spoken (or written) by two different women in two different situations, but they both highlight something I think is critical.Here is a statement about an apology from one person.“Clearly the original video posted by me was inappropriate. I cannot  explain what possessed me to approach the subject as I did, and if I  could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3832966638596073331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3832966638596073331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3832966638596073331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/two-apologies.html' title='Two Apologies'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4209783959459311820</id><published>2011-03-21T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:46:37.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have returned</title><summary type='text'>The date of the last post is Sep 29, 2009.  That is a long time to take a break from a blog before returning.Yet here I am.  I went a different path, but that path has reached its conclusion.  This was more me than the other path was.I cannot speak for the frequency of posting, or how personal I will be in my posts.  I have been gong back through the multitude of posts I have written and removed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4209783959459311820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-returned.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4209783959459311820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4209783959459311820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-have-returned.html' title='I have returned'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-6325830910668275711</id><published>2009-09-29T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:50:08.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six</title><summary type='text'>Six.Twenty-Six.One Hundred and Eighty Two.Months.Weeks.Days.Earlier this month I took Xanax for about 3 or 4 days due to job related stress.  On Saturday I started taking Xanax again.Some of the stress I could identify.  Those things from outside of me (house, job, persons, etc.) were easy enough to identify.It was the stress coming from inside of me that I could not so easily identify.  That is,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/6325830910668275711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/six.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6325830910668275711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6325830910668275711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/six.html' title='Six'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-1018362341047225660</id><published>2009-09-28T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T18:23:44.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Care</title><summary type='text'>I do not own a house or land.  I am a renter.Today I looked at this house I am renting, and today I don't care anymore.I see the hole in the wall the children caused (it is small).  I don't care.The door that is supposed to close itself (spring hinge) does not.  I don't care.The stains in the carpet.  I don't care.The damaged paint.  I don't care.The weeds taking over the grass.  Not caring.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/1018362341047225660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1018362341047225660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1018362341047225660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-care.html' title='I Don&apos;t Care'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2098907228702394038</id><published>2009-09-21T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T17:56:17.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swim Team</title><summary type='text'>On Monday, a bus carrying a Texas high school swim team slid off the road and into a pond.  The eighteen members of the swim team, their coach, and the bus driver were all able to get out of the bus and swim to safety.Just to be clear.  That is a true story.http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,553081,00.html?test=latestnewsSometimes there are things in the news that just honestly crack me up.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2098907228702394038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/swim-team.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2098907228702394038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2098907228702394038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/swim-team.html' title='Swim Team'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/SrggaG0RHJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/E80Kg-ckD5Y/s72-c/slide0254_image501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-6750829219014438363</id><published>2009-09-20T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:21:34.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><summary type='text'>A CATHOLIC BOY'S CONFESSION'Bless me Father, for I have sinned. I have been with a loose girl'. The priest asks, 'Is that you, little Joey Pagano ?' 'Yes, Father, it is.' 'And who was the girl you were with?''I can't tell you, Father. I don't want to ruin her reputation'."Well, Joey, I'm sure to find out her name sooner or later so you may aswell tell me now. Was it Tina Minetti?''I cannot say.''</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/6750829219014438363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6750829219014438363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6750829219014438363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2683925950097740482</id><published>2009-09-16T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T19:31:45.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pet Names</title><summary type='text'>After all of the music I have featured on this blog, I can't believe I actually missed this song.  It's short, but clearly gets the point across.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2683925950097740482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/pet-names.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2683925950097740482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2683925950097740482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/pet-names.html' title='Pet Names'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-1639866981020989965</id><published>2009-09-12T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:24:47.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leather</title><summary type='text'>Yes.  Bonus Post.  What in the hell is up with me posting twice on Saturday.  It might have something to do with the fact that I haven't posted that much the past couple weeks.  It might have something to do with the fact that my last post was a cut and paste job which didn't use too many of my pitiful brain cells.So way back when I was in the Air Force, I was part of an Air Crew.  I even logged </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/1639866981020989965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/leather.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1639866981020989965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1639866981020989965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/leather.html' title='Leather'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3298005207160525225</id><published>2009-09-12T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T13:12:26.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><summary type='text'>"You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are 6 floors and the]  value of the products increase as you ascend the flights. You may choose any  item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor,  but you CANNOT go back do wn except to exit the building."  So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband.     On the 1st floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3298005207160525225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3298005207160525225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3298005207160525225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3842723274121635423</id><published>2009-09-11T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:37:17.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember</title><summary type='text'>I will not forget.I will not forget that this day marks a day in which we were attacked by people who we had never attacked.I will not forget that we were not at war with them.I will not forget that we were not occupying their countries.I will not forget that we were not committing terrorist acts against them.Yet they still decided to attack and murder innocent people in our country.They didn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3842723274121635423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3842723274121635423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3842723274121635423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember.html' title='Remember'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-1796748330606099727</id><published>2009-09-10T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T18:08:48.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Checks</title><summary type='text'>TV Screen scrubbed clean.  CheckSurround sound working like it should.  CheckOpening kickoff.  CheckGood day at work.  Not thinking about tomorrow until tomorrow.  Relaxing now with the first football game of the season.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/1796748330606099727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/checks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1796748330606099727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1796748330606099727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/checks.html' title='Checks'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-739579569904980530</id><published>2009-09-08T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:40:01.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Futility</title><summary type='text'>I think it is really cute that he is trying though.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/739579569904980530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/futility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/739579569904980530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/739579569904980530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/futility.html' title='Futility'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/SqbrMfc1eTI/AAAAAAAAATk/udaOSyZeGGQ/s72-c/slide0129_image253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-194734331875754612</id><published>2009-09-03T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T16:43:35.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misdirection</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/194734331875754612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/misdirection.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/194734331875754612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/194734331875754612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/09/misdirection.html' title='Misdirection'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/SqBUmKPl-hI/AAAAAAAAATc/1DhG7-0Hy68/s72-c/slide0039_image075.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4135004110004339538</id><published>2009-08-30T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:11:45.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unique</title><summary type='text'>I don't know if I am the only one who sometimes discusses possible posts with friends or not, but here is a conversation about a post discussion.So maybe I am unique about that.  Whatever, right?  Maybe I know that many of my readers and lots of bloggers work out their blog posts by talking with others before they post.  Which means that we are all unique in this aspect.Here are a few really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4135004110004339538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/unique.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4135004110004339538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4135004110004339538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/unique.html' title='Unique'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-5472683572766507499</id><published>2009-08-28T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T17:29:58.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Girl - Football</title><summary type='text'>Some people don't follow the news, and so may not be aware of this story.Some people aren't interested in football, and so may not be aware of this story.But for those who are aware, you probably are not surprised to see this come up as a Friday's Girl post.On July 11, 2008. Ben Roethlisberger (damn that is a long name) was staying at the Harrah's Casino resort while attending a celebrity golf </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/5472683572766507499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/fridays-girl-football.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5472683572766507499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5472683572766507499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/fridays-girl-football.html' title='Friday&apos;s Girl - Football'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-8623445648977048292</id><published>2009-08-26T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:20:28.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>U.N.</title><summary type='text'>Wow.  Talk about news.  Here is the link first.  Then I will discuss it (this way you can read the article first if you want).http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,543203,00.htmlOk.  Now I shall discuss this.  The major focus of the news article was that the U.N. report advocated teaching children as young as 5 about masturbation as part of sex education.Of course.  There is far more to the report </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/8623445648977048292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/un.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8623445648977048292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8623445648977048292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/un.html' title='U.N.'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2855718311809162862</id><published>2009-08-25T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:01:19.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FairPlay</title><summary type='text'>I really hate to do this to my blog.But in the interest of fair play and because I did mention yesterday that there are songs I just don't like.  Especially if they just seem like songs where someone opened a can of music and poured it onto tape (or Digital Media if you prefer).So here are two examples of songs that became hits and I have no idea why.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2855718311809162862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/fairplay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2855718311809162862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2855718311809162862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/fairplay.html' title='FairPlay'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-1571976040666680653</id><published>2009-08-24T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T12:45:29.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music Spotlight</title><summary type='text'>Saturday I went to YouTube to look for a video for an Evanescense song.  Just for FYI, I really like the music Evanescense puts out, so it does not take much to get me interested in checking out their videos.Well, they have the related videos.  Sometimes I check those out.  I saw a group I had not heard of before.  Usually this is because their music is not popular in any way.  I tried the one at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/1571976040666680653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-music-spotlight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1571976040666680653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1571976040666680653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-music-spotlight.html' title='New Music Spotlight'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-737215815374304376</id><published>2009-08-22T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T13:13:59.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse</title><summary type='text'>In May I purchased a used Harley Davidson Dyna Superglide (the name kills me it is so freaking long).At the end of June I took a motorcycle safety and riding course.With confidence born from several hours on a Honda Nighthawk 250cc bike (compare to about 1600cc for the Harley) I set about riding my new motorcycle.I rode to work the next day.  I went off the road once because of a dumb mistake.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/737215815374304376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/horse.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/737215815374304376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/737215815374304376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/horse.html' title='Horse'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-767416751354640425</id><published>2009-08-21T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T16:09:54.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Days</title><summary type='text'>Yes.  Eight Days.I am referring to something Canadian.This is about four Canadians.  All Male.  All Mathematicians from two separate Canadian Universities.They got together and put together some very serious research.  Research that would calculate the amount of time it would take a specific and horrendous plague to decimate the population of the entire planet.What kind of plague could possibly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/767416751354640425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-days.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/767416751354640425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/767416751354640425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/8-days.html' title='8 Days'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-356269581390871439</id><published>2009-08-19T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:21:42.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down</title><summary type='text'>Some are very familiar with depression, and some are aware of it without that close familiarity.  I have moved from the awareness to the familiar group.  I have scrapped two posts because I could not bring myself to write from such a dark place.This darkness came about because I do not believe I will be able to purchase a farm near my family as I was attempting to do.  I have done every thing I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/356269581390871439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/down.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/356269581390871439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/356269581390871439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/down.html' title='Down'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/SoyjR1g6Z7I/AAAAAAAAATA/zZX05NtwzWQ/s72-c/282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-9086826250414255033</id><published>2009-08-15T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:43:25.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriotism</title><summary type='text'>I do believe I am a Patriot.I love America.I have even endured just a little bit of teasing from North of the border for being so Patriotic.I served in the Armed Forces for 8 years.  I would have served longer but for my ambition to grow and develop more educationally.When I have a flag, I proudly display it.On the Fourth of July.  I tend to spend too much money on Fireworks to celebrate the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/9086826250414255033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/patriotism.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/9086826250414255033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/9086826250414255033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/patriotism.html' title='Patriotism'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/SocbJHbgM9I/AAAAAAAAASw/JmR3xNAL5s8/s72-c/image001.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7414463086485686719</id><published>2009-08-13T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T17:15:55.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Story</title><summary type='text'>Ok.  I like a good dog story as much as the next silent man.  Really I do.But dang it.  What I am supposed to do when a really good story pops up and makes me feel like jello pudding on the inside.  I mean way beyond mushy here folks.  This little dog must have had some serious Karma built up or something.  Maybe the dog was Mother Theresa in a past life (should you believe in such things).Me, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7414463086485686719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7414463086485686719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7414463086485686719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-story.html' title='Dog Story'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7828202496931873844</id><published>2009-08-12T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:28:55.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><summary type='text'>The video?  Well, I actually couldn't think of any songs that had something to do with shopping.  So I picked this song because in the video she is doing some shopping.  Other than that, it really doesn't have anything to do with the post.I really am a typical male (silent) and don't like shopping.  I am quite convinced that X chromosomes have a 1/2 shopping gene, and you have to have both of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7828202496931873844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/shopping.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7828202496931873844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7828202496931873844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-5173534878067637435</id><published>2009-08-09T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T17:14:16.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Doll</title><summary type='text'>Have you heard about this new doll being sold in Spain?  Bebe Gloton they call it.  They have plans to sell this new doll in the U.S. sometime next year.You are probably wondering why in the hell am I talking about a little girl’s toy instead of sex right about now?  I don’t blame you for wondering.  I would be questioning my silent sanity too except that there is an actual point to the story.The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/5173534878067637435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-doll.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5173534878067637435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5173534878067637435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-doll.html' title='Baby Doll'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/Sn0QibjcYgI/AAAAAAAAASo/Ii6bnYRq8Q8/s72-c/0_21_450_Bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4689719094416331084</id><published>2009-08-09T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:05:12.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mobility 2</title><summary type='text'>posted from cell phone.  I knew I could figure this out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4689719094416331084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/mobility-2.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4689719094416331084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4689719094416331084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/mobility-2.html' title='mobility 2'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4400702700984179547</id><published>2009-08-08T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T12:56:42.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great American</title><summary type='text'>It seems like ages ago now that I would sneak into my parent’s bedroom where I could watch Playboy TV.  See, the cable subscription they purchased had it limited to only the cable box they kept in their room.  And like most any red-blooded male, I was not about to resist the lure of checking out the naked women and fake sex scenes (some might have been real).  Even now those memories can be the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4400702700984179547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-american.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4400702700984179547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4400702700984179547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/great-american.html' title='Great American'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-5783553636080412569</id><published>2009-08-07T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:18:45.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday&apos;s Girl'/><title type='text'>Friday's Girl - Glued</title><summary type='text'>http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,536296,00.html?test=latestnewsAlright.  First lets talk about the stupid moron jerk douchebag.  Why?  Because I am not giving the idiot a break.  What did the poor dude do to deserve that I call him such names?  He lied.He lied to his wife, and he lied to three other women.  So the idiot does not get a whole lot of sympathy from me.  But I won't say he got what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/5783553636080412569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/fridays-girl-glued.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5783553636080412569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5783553636080412569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/fridays-girl-glued.html' title='Friday&apos;s Girl - Glued'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-8506361881547357083</id><published>2009-08-06T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T18:44:21.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobility</title><summary type='text'>Prince_And_The_Revolutionby classics007I have one of those fancy little gadgets known as a smart phone.  Not one of the uber-smart phones though (by which I mean not Blackberry, iPhone, or Google android).  It does have windows mobile though, and I can use it to surf the web from anywhere I have service.So this week I got this brilliant idea to use my phone to post to my blog.  After a bit of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/8506361881547357083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/mobility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8506361881547357083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8506361881547357083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/mobility.html' title='Mobility'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2214536637362281541</id><published>2009-08-04T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:07:15.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning</title><summary type='text'>When we last saw our Silent hero, he had successfully beaten back the nefarious lust demon.  Though we know that demon cannot be truly defeated, he stands ready to face it once again, and clearly one or the other will be beaten back once again.What is returning though?I am.I feel more me than I have felt in a long long time.Yesterday I spent some time reading two blogs side by side on the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2214536637362281541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/returning.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2214536637362281541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2214536637362281541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/returning.html' title='Returning'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4100053067400332996</id><published>2009-08-01T15:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T16:04:19.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk About</title><summary type='text'>Holy crap!!  Where did this lust come from?  I want it.  I want it bad, I want it good.  I want it long.  I want it now.I have sex on my mind.  Totally and completely.  It is my focus du jour.Nothing I can do about it for so many reasons.  I made a promise to the one I spoke of before.  She is too far away.  I have to wait until we can afford to meet in person.  I promised.  She promised.I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4100053067400332996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/talk-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4100053067400332996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4100053067400332996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/08/talk-about.html' title='Talk About'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7125411221703567812</id><published>2009-07-31T17:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:48:37.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's Girl</title><summary type='text'>I don't have any music to go with this post.  There simply is nothing that would fit, and I won't try to force it.Very early in the writings on this blog it was clear that I had issues regarding women.  One of my readers, quite intelligent reader at that, realized that my issues were because of personal circumstances in my own life.  She asked me if I would be willing to share or talk about those</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7125411221703567812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/fridays-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7125411221703567812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7125411221703567812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/fridays-girl.html' title='Friday&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-6065277025117253043</id><published>2009-07-29T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T16:47:33.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven's Door</title><summary type='text'>http://www.modbee.com/featured/story/797795.htmlThe article above tells the story of Sgt. Steve May.  A Modesto police officer who was injured on duty in 2002 and laid in a coma all those years before he passed away last week.  The story gives information about the funeral services, including the roads closed for the funeral procession.I can honestly say this affected me personally.I left work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/6065277025117253043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/heavens-door.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6065277025117253043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6065277025117253043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/heavens-door.html' title='Heaven&apos;s Door'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4602904379423276078</id><published>2009-07-27T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:20:41.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixed</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4602904379423276078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/fixed.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4602904379423276078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4602904379423276078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/fixed.html' title='Fixed'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/Sm5SXDmOvOI/AAAAAAAAASg/VHqaS32c5MA/s72-c/image020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3853021856276191129</id><published>2009-07-26T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T20:30:00.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><summary type='text'>A little funny music this morning.Some relaxing music for the evening.YouTube says this song is Metamorphisis by Enigma.  I don't think Enigma ever recorded such a song.  So if anyone knows what the real title and who the real artist who made this song is, please share.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3853021856276191129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/relax.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3853021856276191129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3853021856276191129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-1789905509956294615</id><published>2009-07-26T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T11:14:03.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheep</title><summary type='text'>Today I need to take a break from all of the grieving, and all of the anger, and all of the frustrations.So what you get is this silly little video spoof of a popular rock song.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/1789905509956294615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/sheep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1789905509956294615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/1789905509956294615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/sheep.html' title='Sheep'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-8193514845437399969</id><published>2009-07-24T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:39:13.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of No</title><summary type='text'>This is my corner.  This is where I am losing my religion.I prayed.  I prayed while driving.  I prayed while sitting at my desk.  I prayed while in my home.  I prayed while I physically sat on my knees.  I prayed.I prayed to God to be allowed the means to leave this place and to put a physical distance between myself and my former in-laws.  I prayed for release from having to work for them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/8193514845437399969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired-of-no.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8193514845437399969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8193514845437399969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/tired-of-no.html' title='Tired of No'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2303348637077359098</id><published>2009-07-18T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T23:06:15.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Cold</title><summary type='text'>Monday - Sniffles hit.  Stuffiness through my sinuses.  It really wasn't that bad, but then I couldn't sleep (couldn't breath clearly).Tuesday Morning - Head like a bowling ball.  Body hurting, and just felt miserable.  I called in sick for the first since before my wife passed away.  In fact, this was the first time I missed a day of work since after I returned following her passing.  I felt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2303348637077359098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-cold.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2303348637077359098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2303348637077359098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-cold.html' title='Summer Cold'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7606784007360421811</id><published>2009-07-16T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T17:09:39.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><summary type='text'>Through e-mail I speak with a friend who, like so many friends, wants to help me through what I am going through.  She shared with me that she knows sometimes her husband is not honest with her (we now have it narrowed down to about 99% of married women, right?).  She also provided a few details which are only hers to share, so you won’t get to read them here.I thought about what she said though.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7606784007360421811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/epiphany.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7606784007360421811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7606784007360421811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-5791965614591571049</id><published>2009-07-14T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:54:33.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven</title><summary type='text'>Lust- the desire for sexGluttony- the need for more sexWrath- what you feel when you don’t get sex/not with the person you wantEnvy- what you feel towards people having sex when you are not/when someone else has the person you wantSloth- the result of a long night of rockin sexPride- what you feel when you are awesome at sexGreed- the desire to have as much sex or as many sexual partners as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/5791965614591571049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5791965614591571049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5791965614591571049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/seven.html' title='Seven'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7243717440088719920</id><published>2009-07-13T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:41:40.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Corners</title><summary type='text'>It is night.  I am in the master bedroom, in the bathroom actually.  Brushing my teeth or removing my contacts or whatever I am doing.  A slight turn of my head and I see someone in the corner of my eye in the bedroom.I know no one is there.This is not the first time it has happened.  Each time was in the bedroom.  Each time I knew no one else was there.  Each time it was only out of the corner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7243717440088719920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/corners.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7243717440088719920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7243717440088719920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/corners.html' title='Corners'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7955490873915775756</id><published>2009-07-10T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:02:32.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monitoring</title><summary type='text'>As a parent, I believe it is my right and duty to monitor the things my children choose to want in their lives.  Whether it is rated M games (which a certain 4th grader wants), or videos, movies, or music.My older son has managed to find a music style to like which I find difficult to listen to.  Even more so as I try to navigate my way through the rage emotions (the rage is still going strong, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7955490873915775756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/monitoring.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7955490873915775756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7955490873915775756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/monitoring.html' title='Monitoring'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3782141118375275674</id><published>2009-07-08T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:33:56.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raw</title><summary type='text'>Considering that I haven't seen rain since before my wife died, and I don't expect to see rain until October or after I move to a nicer state.  The song only fits on the inside.My left arm is quite raw.  It took the brunt of the fall from my motorcycle.  I lost enough skin that it is quite possible I will have a scar there on my left arm.  Since Saturday I have worn a bandage.  Actually, I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3782141118375275674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/raw.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3782141118375275674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3782141118375275674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/raw.html' title='Raw'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7111412896879727047</id><published>2009-07-06T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:13:46.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah</title><summary type='text'>Blah Blah BlahJust kind of sums me up right about now.The job search.  Right now I feel like it isn't even happening.  The only people contacting me want me to sell insurance.  Two things about that.  1.  I am not interested in taking a paycut of about $30K per year.  2.  I am not a salesperson (full self awareness on that issue).  I am sure there is more I can do, but my knowledge about what I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7111412896879727047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7111412896879727047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7111412896879727047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/blah.html' title='Blah'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7579263325200113889</id><published>2009-07-04T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:43:59.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th</title><summary type='text'>I probably won't take the time to post this later today, so I need to say something now.Happy 4th of July.  Happy Birthday USA.Yesterday I took my sons out to spend way too much money on fireworks.  I think all three of us need it.Shortly I am going to go get on my Harley and go for a ride.  I have only one destination in mind.  I am going to ride to my work place.  I want to be familiar with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7579263325200113889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7579263325200113889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7579263325200113889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4361470601484884466</id><published>2009-07-01T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:35:28.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><summary type='text'>Admittedly I do like the movie Mulan.  I especially like this scene and the music that goes with it.  There are even two versions and I really don't have a favorite.I feel as though my life is about making decisions and facing new adventures.  I wish it could happen as quickly as this scene, but some things require more time.My son has several friends at school.  One of those friends, a young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4361470601484884466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/decisions.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4361470601484884466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4361470601484884466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/07/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-6062730183064328102</id><published>2009-06-29T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T18:41:17.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Pigs</title><summary type='text'>I know this music isn't for everyone, but this is just such a funny song, I couldn't resist but to share it.  I think I might even be mentioned in it somewhere (the video is pretty cool too).I rode the motorcycle to work today.  It was the first time I got the bike up to some speed (about 55), which was really cool.  I did make one mistake when I got close to work.  I had to go off road a bit.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/6062730183064328102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-pigs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6062730183064328102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6062730183064328102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-pigs.html' title='Little Pigs'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3514752701398405854</id><published>2009-06-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T17:51:41.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes</title><summary type='text'>I enrolled in a motorcycle training course which had 3 hours of classroom on Thursday night, 5 hours of range instruction and 3 hours of classroom on Saturday, and will have another 5 hours of range instruction on Sunday.So Thursday I went to class and stayed awake through the three hours of instruction.Today I went to the range and got there by 6am.  That is not my favorite way to start a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3514752701398405854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/classes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3514752701398405854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3514752701398405854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/classes.html' title='Classes'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2614829462152110254</id><published>2009-06-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:47:56.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Present Future</title><summary type='text'>Such an apt name for a post right because I truly feel I am living in all three.  Some people keep remembering the past and thus they are living in the past.  Some focus on the present and live there.  And of course some spend so much time thinking of the future that they live there.Somehow I am living in all three simultaneously.  This is new to me in so many ways.  I have lived in all three at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2614829462152110254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/past-present-future.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2614829462152110254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2614829462152110254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/past-present-future.html' title='Past Present Future'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-8109384128340352276</id><published>2009-06-22T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T18:43:01.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Try To Find me</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/8109384128340352276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-to-find-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8109384128340352276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8109384128340352276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/try-to-find-me.html' title='Try To Find me'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4645975710728458076</id><published>2009-06-20T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:43:09.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Parent</title><summary type='text'>I do not have very many readers because this blog remains private.  That will continue to be the case until I leave my current job.  Once I find a new job, I intend to go public once again.So I kind of have a measure of my readers and I know that among my readers I have some from two parent households and some from single parent households.It can be argued that single parents usually have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4645975710728458076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/single-parent.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4645975710728458076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4645975710728458076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/single-parent.html' title='Single Parent'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3163568162009865931</id><published>2009-06-16T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T18:07:14.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Rose</title><summary type='text'>She is gone now.  Gone before I returned home from work for the evening.We didn't get to say a proper goodbye.  I asked when she was leaving and every time she told me she did not know.  Perhaps she wanted to avoid the goodbye and perhaps her dad wasn't forthcoming about telling her.  I think my daughter didn't want to accept the reality and thus, did not ask the questions.I cried.  I will cry </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3163568162009865931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-rose.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3163568162009865931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3163568162009865931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/another-rose.html' title='Another Rose'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2767471893466626408</id><published>2009-06-14T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T20:46:57.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Ulee</title><summary type='text'>I saw this video tonight and just about laughed my ass off completely.  It has a slow start, but if you can make it through all 10 minutes, it will have been worth that time out of your life.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2767471893466626408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/dr-ulee.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2767471893466626408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2767471893466626408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/dr-ulee.html' title='Dr. Ulee'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4122973619526738813</id><published>2009-06-13T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:24:25.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Packaging</title><summary type='text'>Over the course of my marriage with C, I had opportunities to review the divorce and custody paperwork from her first marriage.  Here are some basic truths from I learned from reading the paperwork.The divorce between them was kind of bitter and led to several legal fights.  Custody was determined as joint custody with C getting primary custody and her former spouse paying child support and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4122973619526738813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/packaging.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4122973619526738813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4122973619526738813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/packaging.html' title='Packaging'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-8570638292599076588</id><published>2009-06-12T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T21:40:28.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up</title><summary type='text'>I got a communication today indicating I may not be blogging enough.Yikes.  Talk about putting on pressure.  I don't know about you guys, but when someone tells me its my turn to speak, I kind of freeze up.  All thoughts just go out the window.So I thought, I'll look at my blog for inspiration.  That didn't work.  I am running out of creative ways to discuss sadness, depression, grieving, mood </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/8570638292599076588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeping-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8570638292599076588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8570638292599076588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/keeping-up.html' title='Keeping Up'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4759946855132880055</id><published>2009-06-10T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:04:09.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Voices</title><summary type='text'>With that title, it is so tempting to talk about the voices in my head, but alas, this post will be about the voices I hear coming from real people.  Maybe you know some of them, and maybe you don't, I'll just keep cryptic about that.Lately I am really noticing the affect of voices on me in many ways.  The effects have always been there, it is just that lately, I am sensitive enough to identify </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4759946855132880055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/voices.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4759946855132880055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4759946855132880055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/voices.html' title='Voices'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7460369939703285964</id><published>2009-06-07T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T18:17:13.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grown Man</title><summary type='text'>I have been incredibly stressed out this past week or two.  When I say stressed out, I mean quite possibly harmful to my health stressed out.I am working on the things that have me stressed out.  The act of searching for a new job is stressful, but necessary.Dealing with two teenagers and an elementary school age child is stressful.  Dealing with trying to keep my house from looking like a pigsty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7460369939703285964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/grown-man.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7460369939703285964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7460369939703285964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/06/grown-man.html' title='Grown Man'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2153154646298339049</id><published>2009-05-31T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T06:29:50.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting</title><summary type='text'>I am not supposed to be counting the passage of time, and yet I am.  I say I am not supposed to because part of me says that it isn't the amount of time passed, but the amount of healing past that really matters.  Yet I still count the passage of time.Today marks the end of the second month.It was an emotional difficult day overall.  I don't know if it was the knowledge that today is two months, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2153154646298339049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/counting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2153154646298339049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2153154646298339049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/counting.html' title='Counting'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-4526167320154456693</id><published>2009-05-30T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:47:21.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to Life</title><summary type='text'>Ok, this is the third post in one day.  This is some pictures from my garden this morning.  You can click on the pictures to get the full size picture.  Which is pretty cool.This first one is my bean plant.  As you can see I have some beans growing.  This is my first year to grow beans, so I only planted this one plant.  I am fully aware that I should have planted at least two more now.  Its ok.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/4526167320154456693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-to-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4526167320154456693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/4526167320154456693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/come-to-life.html' title='Come to Life'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/SiH8IkkFz0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/XBhV8ecWXzw/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-7339490092838236968</id><published>2009-05-30T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:50:36.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding</title><summary type='text'>I friend of mine here in town has been riding motorcycles for a while.  So he took my bike to a parking lot at a local high school and I met him there.The school cheerleaders were having a car wash for a fund raiser.  Yep, me learning and practicing on the motorcycle and doing my best not to be looking at the young (too young) cute girls in skimpy clothes.  Great combination.I did practice and my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/7339490092838236968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/riding.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7339490092838236968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/7339490092838236968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/riding.html' title='Riding'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/SiH-UhWR44I/AAAAAAAAAQA/-5ccOIHsgV0/s72-c/Dilbert-drink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3840081046738399615</id><published>2009-05-27T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:50:55.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Music</title><summary type='text'>I have not practiced my violin but a couple times since C passed.  It kind of bothers me.I know it shouldn't.  I know my life has taken on a huge upheaval and change and plenty of other adverbs.   So with that in mind.  Let me try to describe what bothers me.This past couple months (yes, it has been almost that long) I have preferred to listen to sad or melancholy music as opposed to more upbeat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3840081046738399615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-music.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3840081046738399615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3840081046738399615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-music.html' title='Lost Music'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-5344496026069059708</id><published>2009-05-25T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T11:12:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cute</title><summary type='text'>While driving with my two kids the other day.  My son started singing with the song playing.My daughter looked back, smiled big and said that he is so cute when he sings.I got struck by a thought and started to giggle (it was a manly giggle, in case you are wondering).She asked what thought struck me and I told her the truth.I told her she was so cute when she said her brother was so cute.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/5344496026069059708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-cute.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5344496026069059708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/5344496026069059708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-cute.html' title='So Cute'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-3292909386812305706</id><published>2009-05-23T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:20:13.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><summary type='text'>Here is my new baby.I haven't looked under it yet to see if it is a boy or a girl.  I am still so excited that it has arrived here safe and sound.My poor truck is once again out of the garage.____________________________________________________________________Ok, it's been one day.  I took the bike out for a brief drive around the neighborhood so that I could try to learn more about the bike </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/3292909386812305706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3292909386812305706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/3292909386812305706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/Shitqq6cnWI/AAAAAAAAAPI/lRG3VI8n14Q/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-2929997301285640237</id><published>2009-05-22T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:14:51.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust</title><summary type='text'>Our friend Desmond raised some interesting thoughts with his comment on my When Post.I thought about responding by comment, but there were so many thoughts running through my head.  I thought it needed an entire post.  The title of the post was difficult enough, but I finally figured one word kind of summed up where my thoughts were.First really good point.  I really need to be ready.  No one can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/2929997301285640237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/lust.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2929997301285640237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/2929997301285640237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/lust.html' title='Lust'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-8207661652583772932</id><published>2009-05-21T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:31:00.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Gutter</title><summary type='text'>One of the aspects of my job is that I take care of tools Calibration.  What that means (only in case you do not know) is that the tools we have which are used for measuring or testing (such as temperature or dimension) must be tested themselves to insure they give an accurate reading.  My job is to insure that each tool has been tested and has a sticker on it indicated when it was tested and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/8207661652583772932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-gutter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8207661652583772932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8207661652583772932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-gutter.html' title='In The Gutter'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-939082011789478751</id><published>2009-05-20T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:31:18.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When</title><summary type='text'>When is it......Ok for me to think about dating women?  (Is it my choice?  Or does society get to dictate this for me?  Perhaps my children get a voice in the matter?)...Ok for me to just feel relaxed about my day?...Ok for me to completely change my environment? (New job, new city, etc)There are little triggers that remind me so much of what has happened and what I miss.  Those are growing just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/939082011789478751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/when.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/939082011789478751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/939082011789478751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/when.html' title='When'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-6983545482145604506</id><published>2009-05-18T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T19:14:52.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><summary type='text'>I have turned my eye on me.  Taken a look and realized these thoughts.  Here are some thoughts I would share with my wife if I could (and perhaps she can still read my blog).I never meant to hurt you, though I know I did.I never meant to lie to you about anything, and yet I did.I never meant to let you down, and once again, I did.If I had the choice, I would have been perfect for you in all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/6983545482145604506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflection.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6983545482145604506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/6983545482145604506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257446127029553780.post-8539292773590737144</id><published>2009-05-17T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T18:11:32.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new blog</title><summary type='text'>I am only writing this in case anyone takes a look at my profile.I am starting a new blog for me and my bereavement support group.  In order for everyone from the support group to feel comfortable to express anything they need to express, I will be keeping the blog private and limited to just me and the support group members.I think I have been pretty open with everyone here (at least as much as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/feeds/8539292773590737144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8539292773590737144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7257446127029553780/posts/default/8539292773590737144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thesilentmale.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-blog.html' title='A new blog'/><author><name>The Silent Male</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15064232737395805127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KHJ03UEMWSU/TYffxASA65I/AAAAAAAAAkk/rFttP7g_0fM/s220/thesilentmale1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fej8wfImJ54/ShC1kPECBQI/AAAAAAAAAPA/L5yRJuuQMtQ/s72-c/IMAG0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
