<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 04 Jun 2009 15:34:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>On The Bright Side.net</title><description>Go read and figure it out for yourself.</description><link>http://onthebrightside.net/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-1397811596319035949</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 23:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-20T15:15:47.893-08:00</atom:updated><title>A New Start - A New Era</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2009/01/new-start-new-era.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-6981102363268456653</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 03:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-06T22:12:31.427-08:00</atom:updated><title>El Caldo Real</title><atom:summary type='text'>In the fall of 1995, I spent four weeks in the beautiful town of Antigua, Guatemala. The purpose and quest was to brush up on my crusty college Spanish in one of the city's many language schools. Which I did. But I also ended up falling in love. I fell in love with the sound of feet, hooves and paws shuffling over the ancient cobblestone streets. The crisp, herb-scented morning air I would draw </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2009/01/el-caldo-real.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-2906903081825834614</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 17:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T09:26:09.798-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sweetest Story Ever</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yes - this marks the return to my blog. Do I hear a chorus of white-clad angels sing "Halleluja"? Oh, wait - that's a bunch of little red horned devils with tiny pitchforks dancing the conga instead... I know I've neglected the blog (and with it my writing prowess), but one of those pesky New Year's resolutions has been to be better about it all, and get back into the swing again. So what better </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2009/01/sweetest-story-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-227914656759731047</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Oct 2008 18:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-17T11:39:06.314-07:00</atom:updated><title>Burning Man 2008</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yeah, yeah, I know. Long time no updating this blog, bla, bla, bla. Let's just say that life sometimes is strange and busy. And sometimes, it's strangely busy. Just the other day, for example, I've finally finished processing and editing my pics from Burning Man 2008. I've finished this task a full 6 weeks after returning from the Burn. Need I really say more?I'm not sure I'm going to have the </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2008/10/burning-man-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-5895057827237002702</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 Aug 2008 21:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-16T09:28:09.155-07:00</atom:updated><title>Meet 'Pearl'</title><atom:summary type='text'>Her name is Pearl. She is roughly 3 feet tall on a slim, wiry frame, weighs 48 pounds, and is covered in soft, supple fur. And pearls. And real Swarovski crystals. And ... el-wire.And no - she is not some spoiled new pet of mine. She is ... my hot cruiser wheels for Burning Man 2008. 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That's not too much to ask for, is it? </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/11/snowflake-martini.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-6022535972709848122</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Nov 2007 23:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-19T17:12:05.897-08:00</atom:updated><title>A Moist, Delicious Chicken</title><atom:summary type='text'>Confession: I love chicken. No, I'm not talking about the ugly, feathered creature with the beady eyes, nasty scaly clawed feet and hideous scream in the morning (that is supposed to romantically wake you up, but really only makes you want to get up for the single reason so you can wring its neck). Instead, my affection extends to the fowl you find at the market: that plump little poultry body, </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/11/moist-delicious-chicken.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-7474140983083447986</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Nov 2007 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-18T11:58:56.159-08:00</atom:updated><title>Wasting my Life on the Internet</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sadly, I can relate to this:More great stuff just like it (for geeks and non-geeks alike) over at xkcd.com.</atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/11/wasting-my-life-on-internet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-1470368164246304826</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Nov 2007 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-09T16:03:04.981-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Anti-Holiday Movie List</title><atom:summary type='text'>It's getting cold and rainy outside now, with snow just around the corner. Soon, the world will darken and be drowned in the seductive merriness of flickering candles and twinkling holiday lights. Bands of children will skip about, singing Christmas carols on the streets. Warm scents of baked apple and pumpkin pie, roasted meats, steaming mashed potatoes, hot cider, and spiked eggnogg will waft </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/11/anti-holiday-movie-list.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-5163841679493560766</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 19:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-03T12:44:29.807-07:00</atom:updated><title>For Sale: Black/Orange 2006 KTM 950 Adventure Motorcyle</title><atom:summary type='text'>Hubby wants the world to know: This is a great bike! Absolutely hate to see it go. I bought this KTM from the original owner with 5k miles in April 07. I rode it on a couple of trips this summer and had an awesome time. Plenty of power, and it handles like a dream. The bike now has 8500 miles [pic]. I live in Bend, Oregon, and would be happy to deliver the bike to Western Oregon via an enclosed </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/11/for-sale-blackorange-2006-ktm-950.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-6450943570209731527</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Sep 2007 18:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-18T12:41:28.879-07:00</atom:updated><title>Burning Man 2007 - Day 5: Art Appreciation</title><atom:summary type='text'>Wednesday, August 29thAnother hot day is cooking itself up on the playa. There's a threat of rain in the air. I get up late, hang out, shoot the breeze with my neighbors, but am in general not terribly motivated to do anything or go anywhere. It just seems to be kind of a calm, relaxed day. Also, Renee is moving into her friend's RV today, about a block away, as was the plan all along - so I'm a </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/09/burning-man-2007-day-5-art-appreciation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-1118483302643451627</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 19:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-25T13:51:40.971-07:00</atom:updated><title>Burning 2007 - Day 4: The Crispy Man</title><atom:summary type='text'>Tuesday, August 28th It's inescapable. The news of The Man's untimely burn last night has swept, rippled and gushed through Black Rock like a tsunami. Not in the least because the tall wooden statue, clad in green neon, is usually visible from almost every vantage point in the city. This morning however, he resembles more a black, charred and crispy imitation of his former self.  Media Mecca is </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/09/burning-2007-day-4-crispy-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-3093079915291677160</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Sep 2007 01:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-09T16:53:58.336-08:00</atom:updated><title>Burning Man 2007 - Day 3: The Moon and The Drowning Man</title><atom:summary type='text'>Monday, August 27th:As I crawl out of my tent this morning, the weather is calm and beautiful. No wind or dust in the air. But with the clarity, a sense of inevitable afternoon heat is already building. This is going to be a *very hot* day ...With all the new arrivals since last night, the noise and activity level has risen to new heights too, and the city seems truly alive for the first time - </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/09/burning-man-2007-day-3-moon-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-1949631193519578835</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 21:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-09T17:01:23.467-08:00</atom:updated><title>Burning Man 2007 - Day 2: Welcome to the Pleasure Dome</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sunday, August 26thRenee and I get up late after our first night sleeping on the playa, putter around camp for most of the morning, set up the (new and improved) shower, and just let the playa mood permeate our beings. Where else in the world does virtually every single passerbyer wave or smile at you? Some people wandering by say hello or welcome, some get off their bikes to give spontaneous </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/09/burning-man-2007-day-2-welcome-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-4546414968150977193</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Sep 2007 17:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-09T17:08:38.433-08:00</atom:updated><title>Burning Man 2007 - Day 1: Time Travel</title><atom:summary type='text'>Saturday, August 25th: After months of preparations and anticipation, it's finally that time again. I rub the sleep out of my eyes at 5am and grab a cup of coffee, ready to slide behind the steering wheel of my rental minivan and hit the road to that dusty, scorching hot and windy place in the Nevada desert called "Black Rock City" - a huge, temporary city, arising out of an ancient dry lake bed </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/09/burning-man-2007-day-1-time-travel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-6421275281179091299</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Sep 2007 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-07T14:07:35.028-07:00</atom:updated><title>For the Pyros</title><atom:summary type='text'>I'm still decompressing, folks. But I *am* working on my first day Burning Man post, to be live ... uhmm... soon. In the meantime - for all your pyros out there (you know who you are)... a shot of the Man burning last Saturday night: </atom:summary><link>http://onthebrightside.net/2007/09/for-pyros.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Simone)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13311440.post-6688690965378876384</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Sep 2007 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-09T18:12:52.657-08:00</atom:updated><title>Back from Burning Man</title><atom:summary type='text'>That's right. I'm back. But I'm in my usual post-burn decompression depression funk. Once that has subsided (and I get my image-processing computer back from Jake), an account of the happenings with pics shall follow. Until then - you can amuse yourselves a bit with these blog entries in The Source from my camp mate and writer Renee Davidson. 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