<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post6919485932169251018..comments</id><updated>2008-04-08T18:27:40.157-04:00</updated><category term='Reviews'/><category term='-Timmy Cassese'/><category term='The Boxpress NEW Music Time Show'/><category term='-Peter Rinaldi'/><category term='The GFY Files'/><category term='Acting Today'/><category term='videos'/><category term='Photography'/><category term='Better Living Through Absurdity'/><category term='-Therese Boling'/><category term='SIN-E-FILE'/><category term='Dems Da Brakes'/><category term='Start Talking'/><category term='The Throes'/><category term='-Adam Barnick'/><category term='-Melissa King'/><category term='The Story Slice'/><category term='Welcome/Mission Statement'/><category term='Peter&apos;s Film Viewing Journal'/><category term='The Boxpress Music Time Show'/><category term='The Post 5am Post'/><category term='Six Word Theater'/><category term='Bedbugs'/><category term='Interviews'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Learning How To Practice'/><category term='-Mary Wyatt Matters'/><category term='-Hershey Browne'/><category term='-Frank Palmcoast'/><category term='The My Review Is Final Review'/><category term='Prints In Concrete'/><category term='-Brian Hughes'/><category term='Journey to published'/><title type='text'>Comments on The Boutros Boutros Follies: just asKing</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/feeds/6919485932169251018/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html'/><author><name>The Boutros Boutros Follies</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03769974364204180896</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-6957529786418862508</id><published>2008-04-08T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T18:27:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick health question for Melissa King: what is th...</title><content type='html'>Quick health question for Melissa King: what is the best way for a woman to add more CALCIUM to her diet without adding a lot of calories?  Thank you!&lt;BR/&gt;- - Mae West, MaeWest.blogspot.com</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/6957529786418862508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/6957529786418862508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html?showComment=1207693620000#c6957529786418862508' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-6919485932169251018' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/posts/default/6919485932169251018' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-387630814'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-4439474676755641655</id><published>2008-04-08T16:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:32:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know .... I don't want to escape to the wo...</title><content type='html'>I don't know .... I don't want to escape to the woods. That would be running away from the crazy challenges and complexities of our world. I know I couldn't escape my fundamental issues about how I feel about things if I escaped into the woods. That would be only temporarily covering up the problem.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/4439474676755641655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/4439474676755641655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html?showComment=1207686720000#c4439474676755641655' title=''/><author><name>Brian Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12320755566220771584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3J641gFcrE8/R4sHE32QJaI/AAAAAAAAALk/pcwVKCIJ8k4/S220/DSCN0130_JPG-13.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-6919485932169251018' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/posts/default/6919485932169251018' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-642171748'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-1226176369981232717</id><published>2008-04-08T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:29:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think you hit it on the head. The times will ALW...</title><content type='html'>I think you hit it on the head. The times will ALWAYS change. When television came along, there were lots of people who wondered about whether people were going to stay in all day and get nothing accomplished - and that was in the 40s and 50s. I guess the same can be said for movies. The idea is adapting to the ever changing world. If the world didn't change, whether good or bad, it wouldn't really be interesting or challenging. Taking responsibility of your actions, as you pointed out, is the key. Getting mail in the old days was fun, surely - but times change - and they always will. When talking about the past, I think we have to be careful not to become like our parents or grandparents, or like fundamentalists - who always long for the old days. The old days are gone and will never come back. To linger on them means to be caught is a fantasy cycle that robs us of the work to do in the present moment. The times will change, and all the technologies and everything else that comes along, can only make us better people. They inform us. They force us to look at ourselves and make the right choices.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Cool post.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/1226176369981232717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/1226176369981232717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html?showComment=1207686540000#c1226176369981232717' title=''/><author><name>Brian Hughes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12320755566220771584</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_3J641gFcrE8/R4sHE32QJaI/AAAAAAAAALk/pcwVKCIJ8k4/S220/DSCN0130_JPG-13.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-6919485932169251018' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/posts/default/6919485932169251018' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-642171748'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-5815614823438530538</id><published>2008-04-08T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T12:50:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your comments made me laugh!  Yes...  Sometimes I ...</title><content type='html'>Your comments made me laugh!  Yes...  Sometimes I really do want to escape to the woods and find myself asking "Cell Phone Who?"&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Melissa</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/5815614823438530538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/5815614823438530538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html?showComment=1207673400000#c5815614823438530538' title=''/><author><name>Melissa King</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04147635219073460809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='04129698511957785657'/><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_aHUaSWTq83U/R-ggu3vNGaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JBVLtC_SVRE/S220/peter+taking+a+pic+of+me+crop.jpg'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-6919485932169251018' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/posts/default/6919485932169251018' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1253052324'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-8240761181953727471</id><published>2008-04-08T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:12:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little addition to the previous comment:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pl...</title><content type='html'>little addition to the previous comment:&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Plus email has allowed us to CUT communication whenever we want.  Nothing pisses me off more than not getting a response when I speak to someone online.  If we were face to face, you wouldn't just stand there and stare if I asked you a question, so SAY SOMETHING!  I never understood that about people online.  :-P</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/8240761181953727471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/8240761181953727471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html?showComment=1207660320000#c8240761181953727471' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-6919485932169251018' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/posts/default/6919485932169251018' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-1289426001'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-5430349213787256208</id><published>2008-04-08T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:10:00.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Great article and a fascinating debut!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funn...</title><content type='html'>Great article and a fascinating debut!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Funny, when I started reading I was hoping you'd touch on the joys of getting mail when we were younger..and you did!&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;When I've gone on vacation it feels great to go old-school and not be reachable for a while.  We're so used to being plugged in, you know?  Now people worry if they see your myspace hasn't been accessed in 3 days; is he/she dead?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;It's a 50-50 split I feel.  Yes, this type of interaction has enabled us to find old friends, make new ones, tell the world about who we are and what we do...and I've made many close strong friendships that originated in cyberspace.  But even 15 years ago, we were ALREADY cooped up inside not knowing or helping our neighbor.  And in some ways, that's even worse now.  Is sending someone "LOL" or "OMG" communication?  I could discover those letters playing with blocks on my own.  &lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;The conundrum continues..&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;I guess all we can do is use these tools as simply tools, and get outside and say hello to people and encourage others to do the same, embrace life and not pretend to be embracing it digitally.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;-A.B.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/5430349213787256208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/6919485932169251018/comments/default/5430349213787256208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html?showComment=1207660200000#c5430349213787256208' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img1.blogblog.com/img/blank.gif'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theboutrosboutrosfollies.com/2008/04/asking.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808163862735489621.post-6919485932169251018' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808163862735489621/posts/default/6919485932169251018' type='text/html'/><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='blogger.itemClass' value='pid-634045656'/></entry></feed>
