<?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-22751624</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:43:31.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colored Confessions:</title><subtitle type='html'>My Exercise In Honesty and Articulation</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coloredconfessions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22751624/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloredconfessions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Corene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344642563107225279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://world.std.com/~eva/texas/aransas/red_and_orange_flowers.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22751624.post-114896987279828554</id><published>2006-05-29T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T22:22:50.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gray vs.cummings (not such an epic battle)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;who knows if the moon's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;a balloon,coming out of a keen city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;in the sky--filled with pretty people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;(and if you and i should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;get into it, if they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;should take me and take you into their balloon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;why then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;we'd go up higher with all the pretty people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;than houses and steeples and clouds:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;go sailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;away and away sailing into a keen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;city which nobody's ever visited, where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;____&lt;/span&gt;it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;Spring) and everyone's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;in love and flowers pick themselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;-e. e. cummings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;vs. David Gray's "Sail Away"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;cummings takes the victory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22751624-114896987279828554?l=coloredconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22751624/posts/default/114896987279828554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22751624/posts/default/114896987279828554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloredconfessions.blogspot.com/2006/05/gray-vscummings-not-such-epic-battle.html' title='gray vs.cummings (not such an epic battle)'/><author><name>Corene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344642563107225279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://world.std.com/~eva/texas/aransas/red_and_orange_flowers.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22751624.post-114171349799508047</id><published>2006-03-06T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T18:12:07.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl and Her Blog</title><content type='html'>hm.  So I've discovered that a blog is more intimidating than I realized.  I mean, not as though people are going to religiously read this, but yeah...  It's a false security.  What makes people feel free to express themselves to everyone remotely interested online (and in a form that doesn't allow for clarification, let cool parts of communication unique to actual conversations, like expression and tone...) ?  Hm.  There is an appeal to a captive/non-existant listener.  Maybe more cathartic than a journal?  I guess that brings me to my original thought.&lt;br /&gt;What is this for? I guess the simple answer is so that I can share the amazing ways God is working in my life, how I'm delighting in his creation, and random insights that I find fascinating.  Sharing.  I can share these thoughts and ideas with whoever wants to "listen" without repeating myself endlessly and/or forcing it down someone's throat.&lt;br /&gt;and I like poetry and quotes.&lt;br /&gt;alot.&lt;br /&gt;so if you return to this, you'll probably get some interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually wrote a poem last week.  I needed to write a profile for Wheatstone Academy.  It was supposed to be creative and original.  I brainstormed some rather boring facts about myself... and couldn't think of anything.  And, like many late nights gone wrong, I wrote a poem.  Not for Wheatstone, but still Wheatstone inspired.  Here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asked To Write About…&lt;br /&gt;Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather awkward really&lt;br /&gt;(writing about me).&lt;br /&gt;Here from Seattle,&lt;br /&gt;   it’s no surprise that I&lt;br /&gt;   adore coffee,&lt;br /&gt;            fresh mornings,&lt;br /&gt;                 rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I study education,&lt;br /&gt;   and Books&lt;br /&gt;(written years ago)&lt;br /&gt;at Biola U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I delight in the Creator,&lt;br /&gt;His creation:&lt;br /&gt;  bright reds,&lt;br /&gt;           oranges,&lt;br /&gt;  yellows.&lt;br /&gt;The smell of cinnamon,&lt;br /&gt;             suspense,&lt;br /&gt;  and smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m simply curious&lt;br /&gt;  about&lt;br /&gt;God’s world, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just please&lt;br /&gt;don’t ask me about&lt;br /&gt;   gardening&lt;br /&gt;            or astronomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like gardening or astronomy.  Don't get me wrong.  Nature and space are GREAT.  but gardening is not.  Neither is astronomy.   So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;I like writing impromptu poetry.&lt;br /&gt;It's spontaneous and doesn't need to be good. yay!&lt;br /&gt;It's all about how "my eyes perceive the colors that you do not absorb." (Linds. That was for you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22751624-114171349799508047?l=coloredconfessions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22751624/posts/default/114171349799508047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22751624/posts/default/114171349799508047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coloredconfessions.blogspot.com/2006/03/girl-and-her-blog.html' title='A Girl and Her Blog'/><author><name>Corene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09344642563107225279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://world.std.com/~eva/texas/aransas/red_and_orange_flowers.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
