<?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-5492670</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:56:12.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream and Comic Books</title><subtitle type='html'>A small work of vanity by Kirtan Nautiyal </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>151</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-109678065843013421</id><published>2004-10-03T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T00:17:38.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is something invigorating and peaceful about autumn days such as today. When I got outside this morning at about 9, the crisp fall air got made me so happy, I wanted to either walk for 2 or 3 miles or drive for 3-4 hours. Just to think and enjoy. Instead I played Madden 2002 for like 5 hours. So much for plans.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109678065843013421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109678065843013421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109678065843013421' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-109583304813492466</id><published>2004-09-22T01:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T01:04:39.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seeing the stacks of Star Wars DVD box sets at Wal-Mart brings back so many good memories. A time when my life revolved around saving up money, biking to the card store, and blowing it all on Star Wars collectibles. A time when fun consisted of tying a Stormtrooper action figure to a whirling overhead fan, and seeing who could go the longest without getting pegged. When the only vocabulary words </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109583304813492466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109583304813492466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109583304813492466' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-109574872362254347</id><published>2004-09-21T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T01:39:24.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today, bored as usual, I found myself reading an online student response to a pro-Kerry article in the Daily. Predictably this response was pro-Bush. I almost got pissed off at this response's stupidity, but then, I realized....since when did logic matter? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109574872362254347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109574872362254347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109574872362254347' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-109272541902457525</id><published>2004-08-17T01:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T01:50:19.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to a concert this past weekend. As expected, I ended up seeing some kickass performances. Here is my little capsule review if you care to know what I thought about who played.Ranked in order of good-nessHonorable Mention: The  "Condoms to go" store on North Highway 635. The store name begs the question: When do you not get condoms to go?8. Muse-The dumbass bassist broke his hand so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109272541902457525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109272541902457525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109272541902457525' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-109005160021165125</id><published>2004-07-17T03:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T03:11:10.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I have a little story to share from my work experience this summer. I hope it sheds some light on the sort of people that are wanting to get into the field of doctoring. Maybe it'll make you a little sad.  I know that's how the experience  made me feel.   To get started, in case you didn't know, I have been working for the past two months at the Oklahoma Medical Research Foundation (OMRF</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109005160021165125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/109005160021165125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109005160021165125' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-108339650726177764</id><published>2004-05-01T02:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T02:31:34.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> http://www.reuters.com/newsArticle.jhtml?type=domesticNews&amp;storyID=4837814The above article is about Thomas Hamill, the American trucker who was taken hostage in Iraq recently. I found his story much more moving than the rote "hero story" we constantly hear because I think his situation is much more true to life than a lot of the other stuff we get from the media about the military. We are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108339650726177764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108339650726177764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108339650726177764' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-108252724687619866</id><published>2004-04-21T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T01:03:44.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At one time or another this winter, most of you commented on the little John Edwards campaign sticker that was perpetually plastered on the left breast of my natty red Nike hoodie. Edwards was a big part of my life for a couple of months. I attempted to volunteer with the campaign (the crappy Edwards Oklahoma organization never got back to me), went to hear the man speak, attended student </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108252724687619866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108252724687619866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108252724687619866' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-108227217603247514</id><published>2004-04-18T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T02:14:06.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a disappointment Kill Bill, vol. 2 was. Although when we were getting out of the theater I was sort of ambiguous, the more I think about it, the more I realize the whole thing was just some sort of ego trip by Quentin Tarantino. I wanted to like this movie, I really did. I loved the first one to death. But the horrible pacing and masturbatory dialogue killed any sort of momentum that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108227217603247514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108227217603247514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108227217603247514' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-108201379308838814</id><published>2004-04-15T02:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T02:35:29.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I should elaborate on the previous post. One of the best magazine articles I've ever read appeared in The Atlantic Monthly a few years back. It's called the "Organization Kid" and it's about us.  Yeah, us as a generation. And I have to say that most of what it says is true. To summarize it, those towards the top of the scholastic scale, the "meritocratic elite" (that's us, I hope) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108201379308838814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108201379308838814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108201379308838814' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-108175772819193825</id><published>2004-04-12T03:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T03:18:17.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of these days I'm going to do something random...something completely out of the blue...something......unplanned. The sad part is that I think I have what I'm going to do planned out... :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108175772819193825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108175772819193825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175772819193825' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-108140053015486784</id><published>2004-04-08T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T00:13:48.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the 3.5 millionth time this semester my post is on the topic of being too busyHere's what I have to get done in the next 3 days. 1.) Habitat Fundraising and Coldcalling 2.) Genetics Paper3.) Organic Presentation4.) Philosophy Problem Set5.) Arranging a Summer Job6.) What is Science response paper7.) The longest organic prelab in the history of the world 8.) sigh, and India Nite </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108140053015486784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108140053015486784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108140053015486784' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-108087140343677927</id><published>2004-04-01T20:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T20:08:00.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past week has been a carnival. Wild un-erasable chalkings, out of control golf carts with signs taped all over, annoying door to door solicitors, and yes, even a saxophone player. No, it isn't OU/Texas weekend...it is, of course, the annual student government elections. Unfortunately, like the majority of OU students, I couldn't care less. I don't understand what gets so many people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108087140343677927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108087140343677927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108087140343677927' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-108028565811736009</id><published>2004-03-26T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T01:24:20.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I usually don't value my mom's advice. I usually think that a lot of the things she tells me to do are stupid and annoying. Unfortunately, as is the case with much of what parents say, most of this stupid and annoying stuff turns out to be true. One of the best things my mom has taught me is to just be nice.  To love your enemies and perform simple kindnesses for your friends. To fling out the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108028565811736009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/108028565811736009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108028565811736009' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107967498950576709</id><published>2004-03-18T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T23:45:33.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too busy to post...MARCH MADNESS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107967498950576709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107967498950576709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107967498950576709' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107907832920779465</id><published>2004-03-12T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T02:01:06.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's definitely time for spring break. It'll be different this time because I CAN DRIVE THE CAR!!!Also, hopefully I'll be able to see ajmo64 and the Houston crew, but I think we can decide that later. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107907832920779465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107907832920779465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107907832920779465' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107864629495414854</id><published>2004-03-07T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T02:02:59.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 big organic tests next week. After my so-so performance on the genetics test, I knew what I had to do this weekend. Sorry to everyone I have blown off, but I had to do what I did this weekend for myself. When I started sliding at OSSM I didn't do anything. I watched my grades and self-confidence get to the point where it was hard to care about school anymore. I'm starting to do the same thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107864629495414854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107864629495414854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864629495414854' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107838955564646982</id><published>2004-03-04T02:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T02:41:25.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A poem: Pasta in the morningPasta in the eveningPasta at supper timeWhen you're a vegetarian at OUYou'll be forced to eat pasta ALL THE TIMEAfter OSSM's food though, I'm not complaining. That said, I'm going to make some Easy Mac. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107838955564646982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107838955564646982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107838955564646982' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107813135081799795</id><published>2004-03-01T02:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T03:04:51.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't like to talk about religion all that much, but I've realized certain things on the subject that I'd like to share. It'll be sort of morbid at some parts, but I assure you it's more than a death trip. My parents have always been hardcore religious, so I'd always been religious myself. It was sort of like the "Whatever my parents do, I do " religion most kids in this country first have. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107813135081799795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107813135081799795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107813135081799795' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107769611875715170</id><published>2004-02-25T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T02:04:00.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone's afraid of their own lives If you could be anything you wantI bet you'd be disappointed, am I right?-Modest MouseYep, that's a good summary of my last entry, I do think. And by the way, Modest Mouse is slowly changing the way I look at lyrics. I may actually try understanding what bands are saying from now on. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107769611875715170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107769611875715170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107769611875715170' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107751146705877702</id><published>2004-02-22T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T22:52:07.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We all learned about the Romantics in school. Yeah, those dead boring guys responsible for such abominations as The House of Seven Gables and Moby Dick. Unfortunately, the fact is, the Romantics aren't just a group of artists we read about in dusty textbooks. They're here all around us and they need to get a grip before they depress us all. Ok, you nitpickers I'll admit it, I'm not using the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107751146705877702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107751146705877702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107751146705877702' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107705868884567040</id><published>2004-02-17T16:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T19:14:01.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, lately, time has been passing very quickly. There's been so much to do both in school and out that it makes my head spin. Whenever I get down time, I just want to sit on the Internet or watch cartoons (In case any of you are wondering why I'm being even more of a loner than usual.) I keep thinking that if I just get through THIS week, I'll be in the clear and the rest of the semester will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107705868884567040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107705868884567040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107705868884567040' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107679821697167688</id><published>2004-02-14T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T16:38:48.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN YOU BUY KEYBOARDS I SUGGEST YOU GET ONE THAT DOESNT MESS UP ALL THE TIME. THAT WAY WHEN YOU TYPE PEOPLE DONT THINK THAT YOU ARE ALWAYS MAD AND SCREAMING. OH WELL, I DONT REALLY MIND. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107679821697167688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107679821697167688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107679821697167688' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107648826148571898</id><published>2004-02-11T02:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T02:37:03.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately, I've gotten very interested in economics. There are several reasons for this. First and foremost, I was sick of watching our political process and not understanding half of the issues being discussed. I found myself asking questions like: How does Social Security work? Why do all the radicals hate globalization? What exactly does the Federal Reserve do and what exactly are interest rates?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107648826148571898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107648826148571898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107648826148571898' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107635421061402526</id><published>2004-02-09T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T13:18:36.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm honestly brainstorming topics...hopefully my life gets non-boring enough so that I can crank out an entry soon. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107635421061402526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107635421061402526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107635421061402526' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107603126749479020</id><published>2004-02-05T19:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T19:36:09.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bishop Allen Concert SummaryBishop Allen= 1 part The Shins + 2 parts The Strokes + 3 parts of broken equipment + 1 lady + 10 parts of Brian being a groupie. Tada! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107603126749479020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107603126749479020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107603126749479020' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107579511971979169</id><published>2004-02-03T01:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T02:02:23.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the first large round of Democratic Primaries are later today, so I thought I'd write about the John Edwards speech I saw on Saturday afternoon at the Plumbers and Pipefitters Union in OKC. I went with David, one of my OSSM friends, who slept over since Ravi was gone. We went sort of early (11:40 am), because we thought we didn't know where we were going. Despite Mapquest's crazy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107579511971979169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107579511971979169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107579511971979169' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107559227136913762</id><published>2004-01-31T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T17:39:28.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Between hanging out with David/Michael, watching Donnie Darko, and trekking to watch John Edwards speak, this has been a really busy weekend. But now I must sit down. Sit down and do homework, that is. (Gotta have a clean plate before I start with the Super Bowl tomorrow.) I'll update soon on what I thought of the Edwards speech and the things I saw "pre-show". Till then, I'll content myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107559227136913762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107559227136913762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107559227136913762' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107527766969197703</id><published>2004-01-28T02:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T02:16:03.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hopefully if I can manage to ignore the problems of laundry, money, and library fines,  I will be able to convince myself to work on the John Edwards campaign this weekend instead of going home. If I do that, I may even get the opportunity to go up to Oklahoma City this weekend and see the man himself. I think it's worth being forced to telemarket Edwards for a couple of days to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107527766969197703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107527766969197703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107527766969197703' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107509875012913210</id><published>2004-01-26T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T00:36:40.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it looks like the Return of the King cleaned house at the Golden Globes. I can't begin to tell you why. However, I can, as you probably guessed, tell you why ROTK wasn't all that great. Here's my review of the movie. I don't understand why people and critics alike seem to adore movies just for being long and epic in scale. Because, seriously, that's about all that ROTK has going for it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107509875012913210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107509875012913210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107509875012913210' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107508383344782145</id><published>2004-01-25T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T20:28:03.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was sick of doing organic homework, so I did the next best thing. I downloaded iTunes and played around with it a bit. Here's what I thought. The interface is pretty nice. I still like my "pill" skin for Winamp more, because it's slick and small. Maybe there are skins for iTunes, too. I didn't really look into that. At any rate, I thought it was easy to make playlists and import songs. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107508383344782145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107508383344782145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107508383344782145' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107475400753994331</id><published>2004-01-22T00:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T00:50:37.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I regularly read our student paper, the Oklahoma Daily. I don't think it's the greatest paper in the world, (then again, they turned my ass down for a column, so who am I to talk?) but it's nice to see what other students are thinking from time to time. Of course, the best way to do that is to flip straight to the opinion section, which is what I do. Most of the articles are obviously slapped </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107475400753994331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107475400753994331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107475400753994331' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107474113706721767</id><published>2004-01-21T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T21:13:44.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate room keys. I hate people who take other people's room keys at the gym and never return them even more. I hate having to pay 1.5 million dollars for a new key the most. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107474113706721767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107474113706721767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107474113706721767' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107457690815322002</id><published>2004-01-19T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T23:36:33.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't get into politics much on this site. I could. If I wanted to. But I realized early on people don't really want to read about that sort of stuff.  With the presidential election right around the corner, though, I just couldn't resist this time. Sorry. I am not a hardcore Democrat, but Bush's choices have forced me into that corner.  People similar to me who find themselves forced to pick</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107457690815322002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107457690815322002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107457690815322002' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107428827858580621</id><published>2004-01-16T15:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T15:26:00.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally the Canadians justify their existence. If you love indie rock, you'll love this site. The site is basically a storage ground for about 140-150 concerts that the CBC has recorded over the past couple of years. Mogwai, Prefuse73, Amon Tobin, The Sea and Cake, Steven Malkmus and the Jicks, they are all here. Check it out. You may just find yourself thinking you've died and gone to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107428827858580621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107428827858580621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107428827858580621' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107397429973819436</id><published>2004-01-13T00:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T00:13:20.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A really swell article on how old people are ridiculous for bemoaning the passage of the good old days</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107397429973819436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107397429973819436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397429973819436' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107380326770637507</id><published>2004-01-11T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T00:42:24.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's only been one day and I am already cheating on my new mistress, Ms. Skiing. The guilty Siren? The 99 cent Cheesy Bean and Rice burrito from Taco Bell. Say hello to my new love. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107380326770637507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107380326770637507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107380326770637507' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107372168162553670</id><published>2004-01-10T02:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-10T02:09:10.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newsflash. I have fallen in love with skiing. Yes that's right ladies, no more fighting over this boy, for the slopes have wholeheartedly stolen my heart. How did this horrible event take place, you ask? Well if you must place blame, it's all a result of my recent trip to Breckenridge, Colorado. OK, so for quite some time now, some OSSM people had been planning a ski trip over Winter Break </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107372168162553670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107372168162553670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107372168162553670' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107311303237862093</id><published>2004-01-03T00:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T00:58:20.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I always love Jesus satires. Here is a good quote from McSweeney's in that vein: Worst of all, He has gone so far as to challenge the virtue of Operation: Iraqi Freedom. As our brave men and women fight in the trenches for the liberation of the Iraqi people, Jesus has repeatedly denounced our efforts and naively pleaded for a non-violent solution. Instead of inspiring our courageous troops with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107311303237862093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107311303237862093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107311303237862093' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-10730050678980165</id><published>2004-01-01T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T18:58:54.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm really, really tired from that blasted trip. I suppose I can update soon. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/10730050678980165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/10730050678980165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#10730050678980165' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107221281826229637</id><published>2003-12-23T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T14:54:36.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If only I was as suave as Joe Namath.  Then the ladies would be all mine. ALL MINE!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107221281826229637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107221281826229637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107221281826229637' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107207764717583859</id><published>2003-12-22T01:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T01:21:44.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm bored at the moment, so I'll tell you what my itinerary for this break looks like. Right now, people keep wanting to do things. Movie things and Video Game things. Puja things and Party things. Too many things, really. At least, too many things for a "break". That's why I had to say no to Paul and Nate's offer of camping. I need a couple days off. Sorry OSSM fellas. And fuck you Niket, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107207764717583859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107207764717583859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207764717583859' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107207217189265676</id><published>2003-12-21T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T23:50:28.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to go so many places this break....it's sad. I just want to sit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107207217189265676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107207217189265676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107207217189265676' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107168847102022242</id><published>2003-12-17T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:17:14.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You wonder why others view the South with a touch of disdain. Then you see songs like this one by country music artist Darrell Worley, and it all makes sense. I hear people saying we don't need this warBut I say there's some things worth fighting forWhat about our freedom and this piece of groundWe didn't get to keep 'em by backin downThey say that we don't realize the mess we're gettin in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107168847102022242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107168847102022242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107168847102022242' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107160252241720637</id><published>2003-12-16T13:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T13:22:53.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn.Didn't get that columnist job.Oh well, we'll try again next semester. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107160252241720637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107160252241720637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107160252241720637' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107137761689077010</id><published>2003-12-13T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T22:56:17.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK. This morning I get up about 2. Yeah, not AM, PM. Don't ask. Alright, so I get up and I finally decide I've had enough. Enough of the room smelling like a pile of rotten bananas. Enough of the mounds of dirty clothes on my chair, on my bed, and stuffed in the closet. Enough of the bags I brought from home still waiting to be unpacked after more than a week. Enough of dust bunnies multiplying</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107137761689077010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107137761689077010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107137761689077010' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107095252126049183</id><published>2003-12-09T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:03:40.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We live in the past a great deal more than we should. Here in the USA, we pride ourselves on being the most modern country in the world. We have the best technology, the strongest military, and the most innovation. This is the land of Thomas Edison, Henry Ford, and Bill Gates, names that define the very word "creativity". Even here at OU, we applaud the building of new facilities and goals of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107095252126049183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107095252126049183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107095252126049183' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107092138780602050</id><published>2003-12-08T16:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T16:10:31.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ich liebe Snüpy! Auf Wiedersehen!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107092138780602050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107092138780602050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107092138780602050' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107078459747941570</id><published>2003-12-07T02:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T02:13:06.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boggle will be an exclamation I use much more frequently. Hey, now's a perfect time to start. Boggle! Those damn Sooners lost. Now I can concentrate on basketball without all this "best team ever" talk. Bah Humbug. We'll still go Sugaring though, so it's the best of both worlds. Yeah. I'm not making much sense. Probably a function of doing no work, watching a nonsensical movie like Blade </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107078459747941570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107078459747941570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107078459747941570' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107052719103407717</id><published>2003-12-04T02:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T02:50:10.860-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every recent generation has had its catchy name. Those crotchety old Baby Boomers. Those 80s punk rockers of Generation X. This trend has led many to try to tag a nickname onto our batch. Nothing has really stuck. I think it's because the world doesn't really know what to make of us. We aren't defined by a great war or a great cause. Our generation hasn't had that galvanizing, life-changing, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107052719103407717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107052719103407717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107052719103407717' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107049082686132416</id><published>2003-12-03T16:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T16:34:25.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Although I semi-dislike the site, pitchforkmedia has a posted a great top 100 albums of the 90s. It's a revision of the previous list, which was made before the decade even ended. The new list has some better perspective on some of the newer albums and has a noticeably larger proportion of rap. While the rap addition seems like a knee jerk "apology" of the 20 something white boys that run the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107049082686132416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107049082686132416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107049082686132416' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-107009018872642008</id><published>2003-11-29T01:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-29T01:17:02.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, today we got together to call businesses for Habitat. Sort of uneventful. As you all don't know, we have to raise a load of money to build a house next semester. An ass-load. So we thought it would be a lot more efficient if we concentrated on soliciting various businesses for money. Towards this effort, I have been put "in charge of Tulsa". It sounds like an important assignment, but in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107009018872642008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/107009018872642008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107009018872642008' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106997913099639811</id><published>2003-11-27T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T18:28:09.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You can read everyone else's blog to find out most of the things I'm thankful for.One thing you won't find in those other dudes' blogs, though, is any mention of the GameCube. And one thing I'm uniquely thankful for this Holiday Season is that Nintendo video game console. I've rented Madden 2004. It's been on for about 48 hours (Animal Crossing has demolished my memory card) and I've gotten </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106997913099639811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106997913099639811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106997913099639811' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106973318186562015</id><published>2003-11-24T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-24T22:06:52.153-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It would be pretty cool to be a mobster. Not the new kind. I wouldn't want to be part the unorganized, uncultured, riff-raff that plies the street today. I'm talking about the mafia of the 1930s. Yeah. It would be cool to be a "made man", working for The Don. You would get to  wear slick suits and pack serious heat. It would definitely be an educational experience (Always teaching those who cross</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106973318186562015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106973318186562015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106973318186562015' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106962057358633913</id><published>2003-11-23T14:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T14:50:02.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I will update as soon as the current organic chemistry blitz ends. That will be after the current organic chemistry test ends. That will be Monday at 2:20 pm.Till then....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106962057358633913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106962057358633913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106962057358633913' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106922255068062516</id><published>2003-11-19T00:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T00:17:51.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a current negative stereotype of Asian-Americans. Conservative, wrapped up in academics, and unwilling to get their hands dirty. Too willing to criticize other minorities who haven't fared as well in America as they have. Hanging out only with people of their own ethnic group. Basically, all of us are looked at as being locked up in an ivory tower of our own creation. It's time to take a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106922255068062516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106922255068062516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106922255068062516' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106888429812406346</id><published>2003-11-15T02:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T02:18:38.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today we went rock climbing. I am not very good at it. I guess climbing is sort of like a more advanced version of roller coasters. In my younger days, I couldn't bring myself to ride any thrill rides, because I was stupid and didn't think they were safe. (Because I know my sister would mention this in the comments anyway, yes I did cry about going on Splash Mountain. Sue me.) When a person </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106888429812406346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106888429812406346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106888429812406346' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106862060149449665</id><published>2003-11-12T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T01:03:19.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nicknames are funny. Everyone seems to have them. Chris is "Creech", Alex is "Nagels", Kyle is "the Rock", and Jeff is, well Jeff is "Jef". Just a peek at Jenny's profile reveals that she has more than her fair share of nicknames. Even the rich and famous have their own offbeat monikers. How come I can't have a decent one? Sure, people oftentimes call me "Queertan", "Keerstan", and "Kurdan"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106862060149449665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106862060149449665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106862060149449665' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106843886940698293</id><published>2003-11-09T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T22:35:38.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometime last week, I noticed little blue placards on all the tables at Cate Cafeteria. Printed on each placard was an inane fact about drinking like 60% of OU Students have refused a drink (I think the word "refuse" includes being passed out on the floor unable to respond to an offer of more booze) and so-and-so amount of OU students have fewer than three drinks at a party. Stuff like that. In</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106843886940698293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106843886940698293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106843886940698293' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106824222557946594</id><published>2003-11-07T15:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T15:57:03.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am typing on the on screen keyboard....its slowness is the reason i havent updated....my keyboard is baked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106824222557946594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106824222557946594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106824222557946594' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106810088989665811</id><published>2003-11-06T00:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T00:41:27.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let's see. To get into creative writing for next semester, I have to write a three page story and two poems. I can't write poems. Oh well. When I finish with whatever I'm going to do, I'll post the result. Should be a couple of days. I know you are all eagerly waiting. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106810088989665811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106810088989665811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106810088989665811' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106789860908237875</id><published>2003-11-03T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T16:30:41.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life is proceeding leisurely. Moving forward. I don't know if moving forward is always what it is cracked up to be. Sometimes you just want to hold on to things from the past. Everyone at some point wishes that they were five years old again. No troubles when your life is Ice Cream and Comic Books, right? This is degenerating into my graduation speech all over again, so I'll make a more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106789860908237875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106789860908237875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106789860908237875' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106763705239744987</id><published>2003-10-31T15:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T15:52:58.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's nothing to write about. I suppose I could rehash one of the old topics that I seem to be hitting on all the time, but I won't subject you loyal fans to that! Instead, you will be forced to read a rambling monologue that has no apparent point. How Boring!Today is Halloween, though, and that's not boring. I'll be going "Trick-or-Changing" tonight for Habitat for Humanity. We'll be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106763705239744987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106763705239744987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106763705239744987' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106741119851548753</id><published>2003-10-29T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T01:06:37.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn, I'm dumb. My stupid watch calendar was wrong for pretty much 2 weeks and I didn't notice. Because of this "misunderstanding", I missed my advising meeting. That makes enrolling impossible. I'm now forced to go camp out at the advising office from 8 oclock till whenever someone notices me. I'll have an organic book to keep me silent, mocking company.What a Pain!  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106741119851548753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106741119851548753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106741119851548753' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106728994902505105</id><published>2003-10-27T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T15:25:48.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Religious people are always criticized as being dogmatic and unwilling to listen to any attack on their faith. Unfortunately, talking to some of my friends about the anti-evolutionary literature I have been reading, it seems like the followers of the "scientific religion" are just as guilty of this behavior. In case you didn't know, I have been reading some books on how Darwin's Natural </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106728994902505105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106728994902505105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106728994902505105' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106706574981764400</id><published>2003-10-25T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T02:11:17.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's funny. Republicans are always mad at the Democrats for being too weak and too caught up in the details to see issues of "national security" clearly. They accuse the Democrats of politicizing the war and not adequately valuing the sacrifices of our troops. Anyone wearing a donkey pin is UNPATRIOTIC in their eyes. How is it that the Democrats are the ones "politicizing" American security </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106706574981764400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106706574981764400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106706574981764400' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106697198727010818</id><published>2003-10-24T00:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T00:06:27.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I went to OSSM today and picked up my svelte, blue, fake-leather yearbook. I just finished flipping though its glossy pages. Man, that book underlined all of my good memories of OSSM. David's profile was a synopsis of our entire crazy senior year on first floor: "Interests: People Jousting, couch tipping, shower spelunking, soap bubble fencing, pickle shotput" hahaha...indeed, Mr. Smith</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106697198727010818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106697198727010818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106697198727010818' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106671545033315238</id><published>2003-10-21T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T00:59:21.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I finally went to my first indie rock show (Built to Spill, Solace Brothers, The Delusions) on Sunday. It wasn't bad. I had been planning this trip ever since I stumbled across the tour dates on Built to Spill's webpage a couple months ago and was shocked to read "10/19 Oklahoma City Diamond Ballroom" as one of the stops. I eagerly bought my ticket and then waited...and waited.........and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106671545033315238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106671545033315238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106671545033315238' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106658908666881550</id><published>2003-10-19T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T13:44:46.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I shall have a Built to Spill concert review tonight</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106658908666881550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106658908666881550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106658908666881550' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106655456983807479</id><published>2003-10-19T04:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T04:09:59.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spell "I cup"....well go ahead, spell it! (Please don't look at the next line until done spelling)HAHAHAHA GOTCHA!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106655456983807479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106655456983807479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106655456983807479' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106646133566261442</id><published>2003-10-18T02:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T02:15:35.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe it's because these people are my friends, but thankfully most of the xangas of people I know do not fall into the categories I outlined a couple of days ago. It is most probably because of the fact that they are not asian gangsters. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106646133566261442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106646133566261442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106646133566261442' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106635385063466247</id><published>2003-10-16T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T20:24:10.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is something interesting for defenders of cursing. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106635385063466247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106635385063466247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106635385063466247' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106628790710091653</id><published>2003-10-16T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T02:11:53.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was surfing xangas today. It's usually pretty boring because, although the people who write them wouldn't agree, pretty much all the xangas are the same (it kills time, though). There are the God-lovers, those trying to act like black people, and, most annoying, the apologists. Apparently, most of this breed of xanga-ers, about once every five posts, think that they have stumbled upon a GREAT </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106628790710091653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106628790710091653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106628790710091653' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106620004495186131</id><published>2003-10-15T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T16:10:37.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dr. Jim Thompson recently told us that the best anatomists do their dissections using their bare hands. WTF. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106620004495186131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106620004495186131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106620004495186131' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106619079602247407</id><published>2003-10-14T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T23:06:36.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is a sweet reason why you should not vote Republican in the coming presidential election, courtesy of the Atlantic Monthly:"With one phrase Dick Gephardt has defined the issue to be decided next November. Can a "miserable failure" of a president win re-election? Bush's victory would testify to a civic failure more dangerous to the American future than any policies implemented or continued </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106619079602247407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106619079602247407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106619079602247407' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106618944036306737</id><published>2003-10-14T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T22:43:59.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This has been in my profile some lately:I'm an Old Testament type of guy/I like my coffee black, and my parole denied-The Dismemberment PlanI think it is a good description of me. But the coffee part is strictly metaphorical, I won't go near the stuff. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106618944036306737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106618944036306737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618944036306737' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106602265916128261</id><published>2003-10-13T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T00:25:42.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I sit here, late at night, cramming nougat candies in my mouth, a beat of sweat at my brow, searching desperately for a topic, anything that will keep those ravenous wolves, those hungry readers at bay, and buy me a few more precious, precious seconds of existence, of sanity...oh whatever, chocolate is good. comment what you will. P.S. I suppose regular blogging will be back next week </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106602265916128261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106602265916128261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602265916128261' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106568044270402562</id><published>2003-10-09T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T01:20:42.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jesus, Arnold, fuck youWatch this....CA voted this clown as governor</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106568044270402562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106568044270402562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106568044270402562' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106563385722143004</id><published>2003-10-08T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T12:25:41.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a great 18 years, chock full with successes, failures, and just good times. Here's to family and all the friends, past, present, and future, who have made everything in my life possible and will, God willing, continue to help me along every step on the way in the future. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106563385722143004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106563385722143004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106563385722143004' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106559635706392092</id><published>2003-10-08T01:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T11:30:00.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK first off, on an administrative note, stop posting those stupid spam comments. I write this blog so that people who have something good to say on the topics can have some semblance of a dialogue. Plus, more selfishly, I'm actually interested in how other people view the issues I find interesting. 12 comments of assfucking, name calling, and the like, are really getting old. Stop. Anyway, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106559635706392092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106559635706392092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106559635706392092' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106533868317470407</id><published>2003-10-05T02:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T02:24:42.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's funny. Most of the people I know blow their lids when talking about the super-awesome-coolness of the Matrix movies. Some of these people go farther and can't help but let out an uncontrollable spray of pseudo-philosophy they extracted from the adventures of Keanu and company. In response, I have a simple proposal: How about instead of blindly talking about how cool the Matrix is, we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106533868317470407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106533868317470407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106533868317470407' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106511656522639505</id><published>2003-10-02T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T17:07:01.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are some thoughts: 1.) One of the hardest things for kids coming from normal schools is to accept getting Bs. I shouldn't say accept because you should never accept second best, but it's funny to see high achievers whine about how they "sucked" on their test because they got an 85. I just quietly turn my head and ruefully chuckle.2.) I first thought Dr. Jim Thompson was the best thing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106511656522639505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106511656522639505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106511656522639505' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106499002629339602</id><published>2003-10-01T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T01:49:04.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Religion has changed in America. Ever since 9/11, and really for the past decade, the popular conception has been that religion has been resurging. People cite surveys and studies which state that more people than ever count themselves religious or at least believe in some sort of higher power. The phenomenon is seen as some kind of counterbalance to the Cold War belief that science would be the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106499002629339602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106499002629339602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106499002629339602' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106473115210846923</id><published>2003-09-28T01:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T03:25:31.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a Habitat for Humanity groupie. Yes. It's true. And last week, myself and 6 friends showed off this fact to the entire OU community. How did we grab the attention of such a large, indifferent audience, you ask? By building a cardboard shack and living in it for a night, that's how. Before you get all "WTF?" on me, I'll let you in on a little background. Our 7-man group has to raise 500 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106473115210846923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106473115210846923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106473115210846923' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106459613273660364</id><published>2003-09-26T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T12:08:52.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, you can expect an update regarding my night in a cardboard house very soon...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106459613273660364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106459613273660364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106459613273660364' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106429583443002371</id><published>2003-09-23T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T20:43:12.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My parents are, obviously, immigrants. It's always fun to try to figure out how our family got to where we are in the middle of Oklahoma. Whenever I'm sitting in the car on a long road trip, I sometimes think about my long-lost ancestors from 200 years ago, and try to figure out if they could have even comprehended that in a few generations' time, part of their family would be thousands of miles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106429583443002371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106429583443002371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106429583443002371' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106410461083448414</id><published>2003-09-20T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T01:06:14.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am home this weekend. That means it's time for laundry, homework, and, of course, tending that godforsaken lawn. It's not like I even do that much, considering that the lawn is mostly my dad's obsession. Just a couple hours a week, here and there. Even though I have put in my fair share of time on it, I still struggle to understand what could motivate people to spend hundreds of hours on their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106410461083448414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106410461083448414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106410461083448414' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106377154328301213</id><published>2003-09-16T23:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T23:10:39.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am hopelessly malnourished. Oh, I get enough to eat, that's not the problem. It's what I'm eating that is the worrisome bit. I'm trying harder than most to live healthy. I try to avoid the Food Court as much as possible. I exercise for at least an hour a day. And, of course, I make the twice weekly, mile long pilgrimage to that goddamn Carson Engineering Center. Even all this seems not enough</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106377154328301213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106377154328301213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106377154328301213' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106351982311505434</id><published>2003-09-14T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T02:11:52.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose, as an American, I'm obligated to make some sort of 9/11 post.My whole viewpoint on the thing is one of apathy, if you could call it that. Let me get one thing straight first. I hate it when people have to "die before their time". I really hated reading about the young people killed, the snuffing out of 30-year olds just getting started in the world, and the deaths of firemen who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106351982311505434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106351982311505434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106351982311505434' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106343132402456713</id><published>2003-09-13T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T00:35:23.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After almost a month of college, here are some initial impressions and OSSM comparisons.What I love about OU is the freedom. That is cliched, I know. But, to me, it makes all the difference. You Jenks kids wouldn't understand, but at OSSM constructive work was pretty much impossible. I hate other people, other "authority figures", telling me when and how to work. I especially hate it when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106343132402456713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106343132402456713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106343132402456713' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106323306353864699</id><published>2003-09-10T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:31:03.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's the deal folks...write your comment and push "comment"...even if it doesn't immediately pop up, it'll get posted. You don't have to push it 3 times. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106323306353864699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106323306353864699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106323306353864699' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106317604450888350</id><published>2003-09-10T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T17:19:59.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, so the previous post was not all that funny. Cut me some slack. Writing satire is pretty tough, and I'm still just cutting my teeth on it. Anyway, I'm sitting here at 1 in the morning, with Ravi gone who knows where, trying to put off doing the last problem in my Organic Homework. What better way to do that than to write in the ol' blog? Today, I will go through several of my dream jobs. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106317604450888350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106317604450888350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106317604450888350' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106314492795730243</id><published>2003-09-09T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T01:18:58.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The latest fashion trend I have seen on campus could possibly be the tip of the iceberg regarding an international crime ring. I'm talking about the "Property of OU Football" shirts. What does this mean? The shirt is obviously not the property of OU Football, because the person wearing the shirt should also be the owner. I'm excluding the possibilities that the people wearing these shirts did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106314492795730243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106314492795730243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106314492795730243' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106300411965682369</id><published>2003-09-08T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T16:51:48.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First, read Sunday's post, if only because I consider it my coup-de-grace. Then come back here for a double whammy of Mike Tyson proportions. Walmart a go-goOk, it is Sunday afternoon. We are fresh off the temple visit and cookout with Chaitan, Manoj, Rajul, and the rest of the masters' in engineering crowd. What else is there left to do but visit Wal-Mart ?! Here is a top ten list of sorts, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106300411965682369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106300411965682369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106300411965682369' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106292014813008004</id><published>2003-09-07T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T03:10:24.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The latest kick I've been on, as the three people who listen to me without rolling their eyes would tell you, is the stupidity of these, as they are called, "frat parties". I don't criticize these parties because I my mack skills are lower than those of a drunken 40 year old EverQuest mama's boy. I do have some issue, though, with what passes for fun at these get togethers. After dropping by a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106292014813008004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106292014813008004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106292014813008004' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106263030047288420</id><published>2003-09-03T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T18:05:00.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to put out the effort it takes to write a proper entry, so here are some "random thoughts" 1.) Does anyone else think that Seal needs to stop pimping so hard?I usually don't like most popular music, as most of you probably know. Foo Fighters, Soundgarden, Scatman John, Our Lady Peace, and Nirvana are just about the only concessions I will make. Seal, however, is just too cool to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106263030047288420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106263030047288420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106263030047288420' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106230624175424330</id><published>2003-08-31T00:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T00:04:01.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kirtan's Desert Island Music ListHere are the five CDs I would take with me were I suddenly transported into the shoes of Captain Jack Sparrow and marooned on a distant desert island. My Bloody Valentine-LovelessMogwai-EP+6Soundgarden-SuperunknownPrefuse73-Vocal Studies+Uprock Narratives Pavement-Slanted&amp;Enchanted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106230624175424330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106230624175424330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106230624175424330' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106222744231253144</id><published>2003-08-30T02:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T02:10:42.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, people need to learn how to type properly. Lately, I have been getting random IMs from people in Houston (People who SHOULD NOT HAVE HAD MY SCREEN NAME TO BEGIN WITH!....yes, Babua, shame on you for giving it out) The text of the IMs usually follows this template: them:LOL, I AM DUIOURK! I AM SO WASTED&lt;#@! OMLGOLOme: Uh....who is thisthem: nig please, dis tha no. 1 stone cold pimp!me: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106222744231253144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106222744231253144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106222744231253144' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106213067740457937</id><published>2003-08-28T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T23:17:57.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, I didn't do what I aimed to do today. Let's say that it fits under no. 2 on the previous list. We'll aim again tomorrow. That being said, it is obvious things didn't go to plan, so I will HAVE to write on one of the listed topics. For today, that topic will be no.4, Dr. Jim Thompson. I can honestly say that after two days of classes, he can definitely be counted as the best science </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106213067740457937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106213067740457937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106213067740457937' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106204771644189487</id><published>2003-08-28T00:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T00:15:16.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK, hopefully tomorrow will bring up a topic other than: 1.) I don't like 90% of Indian-Americans2.) Girls are hot3.) Meeting people once is stupid 4.) Dr. Jim Thompson is the coolest old person everIf all goes to plan, I should have something to write on other than this by tomorrow evening. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106204771644189487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106204771644189487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204771644189487' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5492670.post-106195619798125711</id><published>2003-08-26T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T22:49:57.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ravi had a good point, all you OUers. The University needs to stop highlighting the "OU" in the middle of random words. It doesn't help or highlight anything important. Like that stupid Y "OU" R World sign, the dumb headline on the Undercurrent: Tuition Increases and Y"OU", and just about everything during orientation. Speaking of orientation, if I am told to reach out to the university one more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106195619798125711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5492670/posts/default/106195619798125711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://biggoron42.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106195619798125711' title=''/><author><name>Kirtan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14201314844973109127</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
