<?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-8039335</id><updated>2011-09-01T01:12:15.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maiden Over</title><subtitle type='html'>Portaits of my family and other animals, the fun we didn't have growing up, and the wonderland we live in now.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-115553919772831064</id><published>2006-08-14T12:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-14T12:36:37.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for a book to fall</title><summary type='text'>At first, no one was selling Fforde in this country. The copy I found was sulking about in the children's section of the British Council library. Then, when I went to my favourite bookshop recently, I found they had five titles written by him. What a letdown!The joy of waiting was lost in one clean sweep. Of course I bought all the books but I don't half feel like reading them anymore.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/115553919772831064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/115553919772831064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2006/08/waiting-for-book-to-fall.html' title='Waiting for a book to fall'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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-8039335.post-112317337994440386</id><published>2005-08-04T21:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T22:20:29.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can you a Fforde not to read this?</title><summary type='text'>Just stumbled upon a gem of a book. The Well of Lost Plots by Jasper Fforde is the story of a woman who goes to live inside an unpublishable novel on a character exchange programme. She goes there for a year to get away from the real world. And one of the reasons she chooses a book too bad to be published is that she won't have to stick to the exact dialogue in the book. In this world, shops </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112317337994440386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=112317337994440386' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112317337994440386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112317337994440386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/08/can-you-fforde-not-to-read-this.html' title='Can you a Fforde not to read this?'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-112308596532676752</id><published>2005-08-03T21:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-03T21:51:09.250+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A minority reports</title><summary type='text'>Found four people who disliked Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. "Rubbish book" said one friend angrily. "It could have been edited down to half its size. It had absolutely no moments, nothing wonderous, nothing that lit up your imagination," said another.Half-Blood Prince seems to be the book in which J K Rowling tied up all the threads she had unravelled in previous books. Problem is that now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112308596532676752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=112308596532676752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112308596532676752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112308596532676752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/08/minority-reports.html' title='A minority reports'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-112291699681768054</id><published>2005-08-01T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:56:58.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bombay sunk</title><summary type='text'>Bombay just went down this past week due to torrential rains. If people get the government they deserve, do they also get the suffering they deserve? And while on the government, the CEO of the state was in a three-hour meeting with the other men who lead the city on Tuesday afternoon when the storm broke. They were talking about rains elsewhere while Bombay's people were neck-deep in water, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112291699681768054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=112291699681768054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112291699681768054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112291699681768054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/08/bombay-sunk.html' title='Bombay sunk'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-112291424985653164</id><published>2005-08-01T22:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-01T22:21:33.286+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rowling loses magic touch</title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter and the Half-Blood PrinceThe book begins not with Harry but Cornelius Fudge warning the Muggle Prime Minister of death and disturbance everywhere. As Harry enters his sixth year at Hogwarts, Voldemort’s Death Eaters are sucking life out of magical and non-magical people.To begin with, who cares an eff about the Muggle Prime Minister? And by the way, after laying the whole imminent </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112291424985653164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=112291424985653164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112291424985653164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112291424985653164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/08/rowling-loses-magic-touch.html' title='Rowling loses magic touch'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-112014867191205947</id><published>2005-06-30T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-30T22:16:01.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire</title><summary type='text'> Good news for Rowling stones. Not only is the latest book in J K Rowling's Harry Potter series expected in exactly 16 days, here's a still from the new film that will be out, I think summer of 2006 - not sure about that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/112014867191205947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=112014867191205947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112014867191205947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/112014867191205947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/06/harry-potter-and-goblet-of-fire.html' title='Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110917011389477320</id><published>2005-02-23T06:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-23T20:23:03.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator magnet</title><summary type='text'>It happens when you come home from work. The irresistable desire to open the door of the refrigerator and shovel the first living thing (as opposed to the one that's lost its shelf life) in to your mouth. Thank god no one keeps chips in there; it never dies. But you do keep chocolate. And juices loaded with sugar. Speaking of which, I bought a carton of unsweetened orange and carrot juice. But it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110917011389477320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110917011389477320' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110917011389477320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110917011389477320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/refrigerator-magnet.html' title='Refrigerator magnet'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110896789728093498</id><published>2005-02-21T12:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:13:41.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Late Ripeness</title><summary type='text'>By Czeslaw MiloszNot soon, as late as the approach of my ninetieth year,I felt a door opening in me and I enteredthe clarity of early morning.One after another my former lives were departing,like ships, together with their sorrow.And the countries, cities, gardens, the bays of seasassigned to my brush came closer,ready now to be described better than they were before.I was not separated from </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.poemhunter.com/czeslaw-milosz/poems/poet-6685/page-1/' title='Late Ripeness'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110896789728093498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110896789728093498' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110896789728093498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110896789728093498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/late-ripeness.html' title='Late Ripeness'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110891701695693229</id><published>2005-02-20T21:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:12:39.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to escape the cable guy, milkman, newspaperman...</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know how they do it in your country but in mine, the cable guy randomly turns up on a Sunday every month and we have to give him money. Which means we always have to have money because he, the newspaperman and the milkman turn up as and when they please. They must think we’re poor because we never have money ready at hand. We always need to ask them to come back and sometimes that means </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110891701695693229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110891701695693229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110891701695693229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110891701695693229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/how-to-escape-cable-guy-milkman.html' title='How to escape the cable guy, milkman, newspaperman...'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110890918990489133</id><published>2005-02-20T19:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:51:38.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gyp drive</title><summary type='text'>10 words advertisers use most oftenYouYourHowNewWhoMoneyNowPeopleWantWhy100 words people write the mostthe, of, and, a, to, in, is, you, that, it, he, for, was, on, are, as, with, his, they, at, be, this, from, I, have, or, by, one, had, not, but, what, all, were, when, we, there, can, an, your, which, their, said, if, do, will, each, about, how, up, out, them, then, she, many, some, so, these, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110890918990489133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110890918990489133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110890918990489133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110890918990489133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/gyp-drive.html' title='Gyp drive'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110890724703273679</id><published>2005-02-20T18:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:30:16.936+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Devil's work</title><summary type='text'>'Name?''Mine? ' enquired the prisoner hurriedly, his whole being expressing readiness to answer sensibly and to forestall any further anger.The Procurator said quietly: 'I know my own name. Don't pretend to be stupider than you are. Your name.''Yeshua,' replied the prisoner hastily.'Surname?''Ha-Notsri.'...Pilate said in Greek: 'So you intended to destroy the temple building and incited the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110890724703273679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110890724703273679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110890724703273679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110890724703273679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/devils-work.html' title='Devil&apos;s work'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110890593975910461</id><published>2005-02-20T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:55:39.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thought</title><summary type='text'>The stronger the soul and flesh the more fruitful the struggle and the richer the final harmony. God does not abide weak souls and flabby flesh. The Spirit wants to have to wrestle with flesh which is strong and full of resistance. It is a carnivorous bird which is incessantly hungry; it eats flesh and by assimilating it, makes it disappear. Struggle between the flesh and spirit, rebellion and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110890593975910461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110890593975910461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110890593975910461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110890593975910461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/thought.html' title='Thought'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110890441064718176</id><published>2005-02-20T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-20T18:30:10.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bottom of the barrel</title><summary type='text'>If I took permanent residentship at the bottom of the barrel, would you write to me there?My address:Maiden OverGround FloorBarrel No 9But don't come and visit, I haven't built steps, elevator or escalator. And I'd have nothing to offer you either. Just all the deadwood I've surrounded myself with.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110890441064718176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110890441064718176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110890441064718176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110890441064718176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/bottom-of-barrel.html' title='Bottom of the barrel'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110845236173462387</id><published>2005-02-15T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-15T12:56:01.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Munsters</title><summary type='text'>Calvin: Do you think monsters are under the bed tonight?Hobbes: I don't know. How can you tell without looking?Calvin: One way is to tell a story about a little kid getting mauled and eaten alive.Hobbes: How does that tell you if you have monsters?Calvin: Sometimes they laugh.In the third film installment of Harry Potter, Potter has a book on monsters in his syllabus. And the book, a chomping </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110845236173462387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110845236173462387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110845236173462387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110845236173462387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/munsters.html' title='Munsters'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110745476492256503</id><published>2005-02-03T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:51:08.943+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do dreams come with a sound card?</title><summary type='text'>Mine don't. I am master of my universe and therefore, I am everything and everybody. So I am omni-present, scient and potent. I know the plot. I don't think that I or any of the characters I've conjured have actually spoken a word. According to Hindu belief, this is what it's like to be Vishnu, who's dreaming all of us.Ohhhh I'm living out my power trip, my need to be in control, in my dream </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110745476492256503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110745476492256503' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110745476492256503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110745476492256503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-dreams-come-with-sound-card.html' title='Do dreams come with a sound card?'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110745406335348129</id><published>2005-02-03T23:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:37:43.353+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mock Turtle'</title><summary type='text'>`Once,' said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, `I was a real Turtle.'These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an occasional exclamation of `Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon, and the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and saying, `Thank you, sir, for your interesting story,' but she could not help thinking there must be more to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110745406335348129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110745406335348129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110745406335348129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110745406335348129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2005/02/mock-turtle.html' title='The Mock Turtle&apos;'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110399163136801404</id><published>2004-12-25T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-12-25T22:05:23.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A thought for Christmas - not my own</title><summary type='text'>No one knows the exact date of the birth of Jesus Christ. December 25 was selected by the Western Church only in the 4th century to rival the pre-Christian Roman feast of the Victorious Sun. Nor was Christ born in Year 1 as the era bearing his name continues to pretend. The New Testament locates the event shortly before the death of King Herod which occurred in 4BC. A 6th-century Roman monk, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110399163136801404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110399163136801404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110399163136801404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110399163136801404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/12/thought-for-christmas-not-my-own.html' title='A thought for Christmas - not my own'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110172033407682385</id><published>2004-11-29T14:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-29T14:55:34.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JFK Reloaded</title><summary type='text'>A video game released to coincide with the 41st anniversary of President John F Kennedy’s assassination has been criticised by the Kennedy family.Glasgow company Traffic has released, in America, the game "JFK Reloaded", which recreates President John F Kennedy’s assassination. The company has called the game a "docu-game", aimed to stimulate interest in history among children. Massachusetts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110172033407682385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110172033407682385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110172033407682385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110172033407682385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/jfk-reloaded.html' title='JFK Reloaded'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110163058217278662</id><published>2004-11-28T14:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:03:58.326+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My A team</title><summary type='text'>I had a long list of superheroes on my team when I was 11. Now I think I must have been mad to think that someone called Bouncing Boy was a star, but, well... Going through the list it seemed I was reading these names for the first time; they had no meaning or memory attached to them. I must obviously have read DC comics a lot and had gotten them all from there. I looked them up on the Net, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110163058217278662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110163058217278662' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110163058217278662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110163058217278662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-team.html' title='My A team'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110148902825406512</id><published>2004-11-26T22:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-26T22:40:28.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What I found</title><summary type='text'>Looking over diaries I wrote when I was 11 or so I find that on the first page of the diary, I have written My Secert Diary. And then, realising that I had spelt secret wrong, I corrected it by making an arrow under the r and put in an e over it. So now it spells My Seceret Diary...I also seem to have been a great one for making lists: games, book and superheroes but more on those later. I once</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110148902825406512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110148902825406512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110148902825406512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110148902825406512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-i-found.html' title='What I found'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110088404977693543</id><published>2004-11-19T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-19T22:43:46.223+05:30</updated><title type='text'>21 answers</title><summary type='text'>The other day a friend said she had been searching for answers all her life. So, friend, here are some answers - 21 of them:1. It's a movie about a man who befriends a cougar.2. The universe originated about 20 thousand million years ago in a cosmic explosion (the big bang), it has been expanding ever since, and it will continue to do so until the end of time…3. Hindu tradition in general </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110088404977693543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110088404977693543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110088404977693543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110088404977693543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/21-answers.html' title='21 answers'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110068638113066135</id><published>2004-11-17T15:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-17T15:43:01.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Italians are SMS kings</title><summary type='text'>Italians send more text messages per capita than any other country in the world (an average of 465 per person per year). Overall, about 10,000 messages are sent from Italian mobile phones every second of every day.In fact Italy’s conservative government spent an estimated €3m to send a text message to every mobile phone in the country that reminded people to vote in the European and local </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110068638113066135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110068638113066135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110068638113066135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110068638113066135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/italians-are-sms-kings.html' title='Italians are SMS kings'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110068563419642021</id><published>2004-11-17T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-17T15:30:34.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>World Toilet Summit</title><summary type='text'>The 2004 World Toilet Summit is being held in Beijing. Here's a para from a website for your entertainment:The 2004 World Toilet Summit has opened in Beijing, where the movers and shakers of the global toilet industry are exchanging views on how to use the toilet as a tool for social change. City officials also hope the summit shows the efforts being made to clean up the Chinese capital's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110068563419642021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110068563419642021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110068563419642021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110068563419642021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/world-toilet-summit.html' title='World Toilet Summit'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-110068373030887641</id><published>2004-11-17T14:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:11:07.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The unbearable feeling of being uncomfortable</title><summary type='text'>One can't learn much and also be comfortable.One can't learn much and let anybody else be comfortable.- Charles Fort, Wild Talents</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/110068373030887641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=110068373030887641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110068373030887641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/110068373030887641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/unbearable-feeling-of-being.html' title='The unbearable feeling of being uncomfortable'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109982670939103764</id><published>2004-11-07T16:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-28T14:10:13.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream sequins: I dreamt I was dreaming</title><summary type='text'>In my dream, I woke up from a dream. I realised the dream within my dream had told me something new about myself, and played it back in my head while actually asleep to assure myself that I remembered it. I was worried I would forget as usual, but I even remember thinking of some key words that would remind me of it. Secure in my knowledge in my dream, I went back to sleep.I woke up to realise </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109982670939103764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109982670939103764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109982670939103764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109982670939103764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/dream-sequins-i-dreamt-i-was-dreaming.html' title='Dream sequins: I dreamt I was dreaming'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109982605175147255</id><published>2004-11-07T16:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-07T16:59:43.746+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lofty matters</title><summary type='text'>We cleaned our loft today; the person cleaning it with me was shocked that I kept clothes, letters from when I was 10 and other documents in it. Made me wonder if I was swimming against the stream by keeping these things in it - being adventorous and dangerous.One person we spoke to about it said he had got rid of most of the stuff he kept in his loft (about four feet high and four by six feet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109982605175147255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109982605175147255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109982605175147255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109982605175147255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/lofty-matters.html' title='Lofty matters'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109974181062034983</id><published>2004-11-06T17:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-06T17:20:10.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Death toll from Iraq war exceeds 100,000</title><summary type='text'>A survey of deaths in Iraqi households estimates that as many as 1,00,000 more people may have died throughout the country in the 18 months after the U.S. invasion than would be expected based on the death rate before the war.Iraqis of all age groups and gender are 58 times more likely to suffer a violent death than before the war. Infant mortality—the rate at which babies die before their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109974181062034983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109974181062034983' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109974181062034983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109974181062034983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/death-toll-from-iraq-war-exceeds.html' title='Death toll from Iraq war exceeds 100,000'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109974152195496176</id><published>2004-11-06T17:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-06T17:15:21.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WWF fights back</title><summary type='text'>WWF recently published its Living Planet Report 2004 which confirms that ecological overshoot has become a reality: humanity is now consuming over 20 percent more natural resources than the Earth can produce, causing rapid declines in wild animal populations.Designed to track humanity's demand on the Earth, the 2004 report illustrates how human consumption and production pressures continue to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109974152195496176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109974152195496176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109974152195496176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109974152195496176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/wwf-fights-back.html' title='WWF fights back'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109974127651481961</id><published>2004-11-06T17:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-06T17:11:16.513+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Novel use of SMS</title><summary type='text'>Chinese author Qian Fuchang plans to transmit a novel -- about an extramarital affair -- via text-messaging to mobile phones, one 70-word chapter at a time.It is the first novel especially designed for mobile phone serialization that was finished recently Fuchang, from the South China Guangdong Literature Institute.Subscriptions to serial novels may soon be available over mobile phone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109974127651481961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109974127651481961' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109974127651481961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109974127651481961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/novel-use-of-sms.html' title='Novel use of SMS'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109946224759038178</id><published>2004-11-03T11:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:40:47.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Swiftly tilting planets</title><summary type='text'>When Venus meets JupiterPrepare to be spellbound. On Thursday morning, November 4th, just before sunrise, you can see the two brightest planets side by side. Near the eastern horizon, shining brighter than the brightest stars, Venus and Jupiter will be less than one degree apart.Hold your pinky finger at arm's length. The fingertip is about one degree wide. On November 4th you can cover both </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109946224759038178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109946224759038178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109946224759038178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109946224759038178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/11/swiftly-tilting-planets.html' title='Swiftly tilting planets'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109915275303081783</id><published>2004-10-30T21:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-31T16:47:31.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Anatomy of a murderous rage</title><summary type='text'>Are there timesyour rage is Black?Are there timesit wipes outthe colour Bright?Are there timesit poisonsyour love?Are there timesit hastens the beatingof your heart?Are there timesit sits behind your eyeslike a dull ache?Are there timesit rules everything - from your heart to your head?Are there timesit lets only a tear escape?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109915275303081783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109915275303081783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109915275303081783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109915275303081783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/anatomy-of-murderous-rage.html' title='Anatomy of a murderous rage'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109904437302866435</id><published>2004-10-29T15:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-29T15:36:13.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Grim tales</title><summary type='text'>Lemony Snicket's latest book The Grim Grotto is out. This is Daniel Handler's (Lemony Snicket's real name) 11th book on the Baudelaire orphans and their nemesis Count Olaf. His series of books are the complete anti-thesis of every children's book you may have read and others you may not have read.A series of unfortunate events keep happening to Violet (a talented inventor), Klaus (her bookworm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109904437302866435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109904437302866435' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109904437302866435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109904437302866435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/grim-tales.html' title='Grim tales'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109904322831654756</id><published>2004-10-29T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-29T15:37:09.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spinach power</title><summary type='text'>Spinach may soon fuel more than Popeye's muscles. MIT researchers have incorporated the plant’s ability to convert sunlight to energy into a solid-state electronic “spinach sandwich” device that may one day power laptops and cell phones.Plants’ ability to generate energy has been optimized by evolution, so a spinach plant is extremely efficient, churning out a lot of energy relative to its size</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109904322831654756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109904322831654756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109904322831654756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109904322831654756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/spinach-power.html' title='Spinach power'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109903332650013361</id><published>2004-10-29T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:32:06.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When viruses attack</title><summary type='text'>I hate cough and cold so much I'm going to dedicate a blog post to them. Here's an interestingly written article on viruses from KnowledgeNews:How viruses steal your cellsViruses exist to nab your cells and use them for their own reproductive purposes. They have to, because a virus is nothing more than a few strands of rogue DNA (or rogue RNA, DNA's single-stranded cousin) wrapped in a protein</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109903332650013361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109903332650013361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109903332650013361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109903332650013361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/when-viruses-attack.html' title='When viruses attack'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109894563631081859</id><published>2004-10-28T12:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-28T12:10:36.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mini me</title><summary type='text'>Researchers have unearthed the remains of a dwarf human species that survived on the Indonesian island of Flores until just 13,000 years ago. The discovery significantly extends the known range of physical variation in our genus, Homo, and reveals that Homo sapiens shared the planet with other humans much more recently than previously believed.Scientists writing in Nature described a partial </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109894563631081859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109894563631081859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109894563631081859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109894563631081859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/mini-me.html' title='Mini me'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109894493266931818</id><published>2004-10-28T11:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-28T11:58:52.670+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Losing</title><summary type='text'>Sally Green posted this poem in response to the earthquake dream sequins. I really liked it, so here:One Art by Elizabeth BishopThe art of losing isn't hard to master;so many things seem filled with the intentto be lost that their loss is no disaster.Lose something every day. Accept the flusterof lost door keys, the hour badly spent.The art of losing isn't hard to master.Then practice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109894493266931818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109894493266931818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109894493266931818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109894493266931818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/art-of-losing.html' title='The Art of Losing'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109877705381185719</id><published>2004-10-26T14:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:20:53.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny bone to pick</title><summary type='text'>You can't beat the Americans when it comes to being funny about their elections. Jonathan Rauch writes on Reason Online:It is widely believed that the voters have only two choices nationwide in the presidential election next month. This is incorrect. There are three choices:A) President BushB) Sen. John KerryC) Prozac</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109877705381185719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109877705381185719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109877705381185719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109877705381185719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/funny-bone-to-pick.html' title='Funny bone to pick'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109877035080484276</id><published>2004-10-26T11:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-26T11:29:10.803+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The importance of being earnest</title><summary type='text'>Somebody says: "Of no school I am part,Never to living master lost my heart,Nor any more can I be saidTo have learned anything from the dead."That statement - subject to appeal -Means "I'm a self-made imbecile."- J W Goethe, Den Originalen, 1812</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109877035080484276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109877035080484276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109877035080484276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109877035080484276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/importance-of-being-earnest.html' title='The importance of being earnest'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109861447068487555</id><published>2004-10-24T15:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-24T16:23:56.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Celsius 41.11</title><summary type='text'>The US Presidential elections have become so hot that right wingers have released a statutory warning in the form of a film called Celsius 41.11 - The temperature at which the brain begins to die. I'm kidding, of course. 'Celsius 41.11 - The temperature at which the brain begins to die' is actually a film made by conservatives to match Michael Moore's Fahrenheit 9/11 and is being released all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109861447068487555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109861447068487555' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109861447068487555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109861447068487555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/celsius-4111.html' title='Celsius 41.11'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109854401257865396</id><published>2004-10-23T20:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-23T20:36:52.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Dover Bitch</title><summary type='text'>By Anthony HechtSo there stood Matthew Arnold and this girlWith the cliffs of England crumbling away behind them,And he said to her, 'Try to be true to me,And I'll do the same for you, for things are badAll over, etc., etc.'Well now, I knew this girl. It's true she had readSophocles in a fairly good translationAnd caught that bitter allusion to the sea,But all the time he was talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109854401257865396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109854401257865396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109854401257865396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109854401257865396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/dover-bitch.html' title='The Dover Bitch'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109854047625686536</id><published>2004-10-23T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-23T19:37:56.256+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And what about Milosevic's rights?</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday (Friday) the Hague Tribunal adjourned the trial of Slobodan Milosevic to November 9 because of lack of witnesses. The witnesses, who were to appear on behalf of the dictator, refused to do so, protesting the court's appointment of a lawyer to defend Milosevic against his wishes.Milosevic has been pleading for the right to be his own counsel, to defend himself. But the judges, who had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109854047625686536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109854047625686536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109854047625686536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109854047625686536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/and-what-about-milosevics-rights.html' title='And what about Milosevic&apos;s rights?'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109820814008937243</id><published>2004-10-19T23:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-19T23:19:00.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream Sequins: Two houses and an earthquake</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, or may be it was the day before, I dreamt I had two houses. But it was not a happy dream. Both houses collapsed in an earthquake, and in the dream, I did not have any memories of ever having enjoyed them. One house had become dust - fine dust, as though ground by earth's moving plates. The other had merely collapsed.My greatest worry was my books, and odds and ends from my childhood </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109820814008937243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109820814008937243' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109820814008937243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109820814008937243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/dream-sequins-two-houses-and.html' title='Dream Sequins: Two houses and an earthquake'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109811141094565575</id><published>2004-10-18T19:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-18T20:26:50.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday</title><summary type='text'>A Chinese company has copyrighted the words Happy Birthday. These words can no longer be used on any product because the multi-million dollar firm will use them in the Happy Birthday line of clothes, toys, shoes and hats. Here's the scenario: One kid says to another, "Cool. What shoes are those?" Second kid, "Happy birthday". First kid, "No, I said what shoes are those?". Second kid, "Happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109811141094565575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109811141094565575' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109811141094565575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109811141094565575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109784774350204268</id><published>2004-10-15T19:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-15T19:12:23.503+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alcohol breath</title><summary type='text'>The latest method of alcohol delivery is through inhalation. Vaporized alcohol, or alcohol breathed in along with oxygen, is being sold in bars in UK and has now entered US. Unlike liquid alcohol, which takes a while to be absorbed and therefore give you a buzz, vaporized alcohol enters both lung and bloodstream almost straight away. Its advocates claim that it has none of the side effects of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109784774350204268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109784774350204268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109784774350204268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109784774350204268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/alcohol-breath.html' title='Alcohol breath'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109734156796574022</id><published>2004-10-09T22:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-09T22:43:13.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spark plug</title><summary type='text'>Authors' Ghosts by Muriel SparkI think that authors' ghosts creep backNightly to haunt the sleeping shelvesAnd find the books they wrote.Those authors put final, semi-final touches,Sometimes whole paragraphs.Whole pages are added, re-written, revised,So deeply by night those authors employThemselves with those old books of theirs.How otherwiseExplain the fact that maybe after years</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109734156796574022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109734156796574022' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109734156796574022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109734156796574022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/spark-plug.html' title='Spark plug'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109733896938013141</id><published>2004-10-09T21:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-09T21:52:49.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Jacques Derrida</title><summary type='text'>Jacques Derrida, one of France's most famous philosophers, died yesterday, at the age of 74.The Algerian-born philosopher was best known for his "deconstruction theory" - unpicking the way text is put together in order to reveal its hidden meanings. The deconstructionist school of philosophy he heralded holds that the meaning text is not definite and unchanging - it depends on how each reader </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109733896938013141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109733896938013141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109733896938013141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109733896938013141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/jacques-derrida.html' title='Jacques Derrida'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109730985110501591</id><published>2004-10-09T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-09T13:47:31.106+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream Jockey</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps the mind, a Dream Factory, remixes experiences, memories and ambitions, and binds them together with randomly selected threads of imagination. Depending on how imaginative one is, the dreams are either glossy technicolour abstracts or plain real-life copies. I love being a Dream Jockey. Considering it as a full-time profession now.Conrad's 'We live as we dream, alone' - what a horribly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109730985110501591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109730985110501591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109730985110501591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109730985110501591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/dream-jockey.html' title='Dream Jockey'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109725015410383992</id><published>2004-10-08T21:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-08T21:12:34.110+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Turkmenbaazi</title><summary type='text'>More news from our favourite ruler, President Saparmurat Niyazov of Turkmenistan. Already a leader-for-life who has instituted a new calender with days named after his family members and who has decreed when a person may be called “old,” Niyazov has now introduced a global channel devoted to his strip of Central Asian desert.The first day's programmes focused on Turkmen history and culture as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109725015410383992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109725015410383992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109725015410383992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109725015410383992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/turkmenbaazi.html' title='Turkmenbaazi'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109722153867856729</id><published>2004-10-08T13:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-19T23:21:29.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream Sequins: Alpha evil succumbs to kitchen lighter</title><summary type='text'>Saw season finales of Buffy and Angel last night. Slept. Dreamt an amorphous evil was trying to take over the world (in the current series, Buffy's trying to slay an amorphous evil called the First).In my dream, the evil manifested itself as noodle-like filaments growing under my bed. The only way to kill it was through fire.The matchbox was empty (we have actually run out of matches at home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109722153867856729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109722153867856729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109722153867856729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109722153867856729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/dream-sequins-alpha-evil-succumbs-to.html' title='Dream Sequins: Alpha evil succumbs to kitchen lighter'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109704333463962808</id><published>2004-10-06T11:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-06T11:45:34.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Skip the faith</title><summary type='text'>Jamie Whyte, a philosophy lecturer, has written a new book called Bad thoughts: A guide to clear thinking. He argues, in an interview to New Scientist, that people use 'I don't believe in God but I believe in something' as an excuse to set themselves on a moral high-ground:"An interesting change has happened, at least in the west. It used to be that people would argue for a particular religious</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109704333463962808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109704333463962808' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109704333463962808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109704333463962808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/skip-faith.html' title='Skip the faith'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109670080199032556</id><published>2004-10-02T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-02T12:36:41.990+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to drive safely</title><summary type='text'>The President of Turkmenbashi wants to test learner drivers on his writings.So along with 20 hours of driving tuition, lessons on traffic laws and basic mechanics, they will have to take a 16-hour course on the Rukhnama, a book written by President Saparamurat Niazov. Niazov likes to be calledTurkmenbashi or Father of all Turkmen.Now it will no longer be enough to know the A (accelerator) B (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109670080199032556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109670080199032556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109670080199032556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109670080199032556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/how-to-drive-safely.html' title='How to drive safely'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109664036086875513</id><published>2004-10-01T19:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-01T19:49:20.870+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ig Nobility of it all</title><summary type='text'>The 2004 Ig Nobel Prizes were awarded on Thursday evening, September 30, at the 14th First Annual Ig Nobel Prize Ceremony, at Harvard's Sanders Theatre.  Here are the winners:Medicine Steven Stack of Wayne State University, Detroit, Michigan, USA and James Gundlach of Auburn University, Auburn, Alabama, USA, for their published report “The Effect of Country Music on Suicide.”PhysicsRamesh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109664036086875513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109664036086875513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109664036086875513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109664036086875513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/ig-nobility-of-it-all.html' title='The Ig Nobility of it all'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109663516155355480</id><published>2004-10-01T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-01T20:44:07.493+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vote say</title><summary type='text'>It's fine that the Americans are gearing up to vote in their new President next month, but Iraqis and Afghanistanis should have a say in who rules them as well. After all, their future, and that of any country in the world, is determined by which party comes to power in America. So all the citizens of the world - from South America to the Far East - everyone should be given the right to vote for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109663516155355480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109663516155355480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109663516155355480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109663516155355480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/vote-say.html' title='Vote say'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109663372410017198</id><published>2004-10-01T17:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:58:44.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Being Idle</title><summary type='text'>Here's an excerpt from The Art and the Importance of Doing the Least Possible in the Workplace, a book by Corinne Maier, an economist at state-owned Electricité de France:10 commandments for the idleNo. 1 You are a modern day slave. There is no scope for personal fulfilment. You work for your pay-check at the end of the month, full stop.No. 2 It's pointless to try to change the system. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109663372410017198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109663372410017198' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109663372410017198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109663372410017198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/10/art-of-being-idle.html' title='The Art of Being Idle'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109613798991938783</id><published>2004-09-26T00:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-26T00:16:29.920+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brown tale in the rain</title><summary type='text'>The latest on Dan Brown's The Da Vinci Code is that it is allegedly a replica of an earlier work, The Da Vinci Legacy, written in 1983 by Lewis Perdue. RandomHouse, Dan Brown's publishers have been sued, of course. Meanwhile, here's a sampling of the evidence offered up on Lewis Perdue's website.In both books:A slain curator of art leaves a gold key,concealed in a work of art,painted on wood</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109613798991938783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109613798991938783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109613798991938783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109613798991938783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/09/brown-tale-in-rain.html' title='Brown tale in the rain'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109553021714713172</id><published>2004-09-18T23:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-18T23:26:57.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boss ka floss</title><summary type='text'>Why does god give some people bad breath? Or a body odour that hurts (others) like a truck at the speed of light? May be it’s an equaliser; like god telling those who otherwise have everything else: Thou shalt not have fresh breath energy too. May be he reserves fresh breath energy for lesser morsels, to whom he says, with a kindly face, “This is the advantage thou shalt have, forever, over </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109553021714713172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109553021714713172' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109553021714713172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109553021714713172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/09/boss-ka-floss.html' title='Boss ka floss'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109509148109449496</id><published>2004-09-13T21:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-13T21:43:03.820+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tap worm</title><summary type='text'>Spent all of last month scurrying (do worms scurry?) for a brass tap. A simple yellow metal old-style brass tap with a T-shaped opener.Shiny white metal taps have taken over instead and they're so ugly. Why do you want a tap with character, ask bewildered friends. I want I want I want I want. And I'm sorry for going on like a tap recorder.So spent a day at the local market for metallic goods.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109509148109449496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109509148109449496' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109509148109449496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109509148109449496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/09/tap-worm.html' title='Tap worm'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109501018709442871</id><published>2004-09-12T22:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-10-01T08:08:49.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Journey to the centre of Molesworth</title><summary type='text'>Recently stumbled upon the Compleet Molesworth memoirs by Geoffrey Willans and Ronald Searle, and well, I have to excerpt from them. Written in British schoolboy memoir style, spelling and all, the first book in this series was published in 1953. Enjoy.DivinityDiv is super becos everyone do v. bludthirsty things which are pleasing to all boys.For instand Cain did his bro Abel which is enuff </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109501018709442871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109501018709442871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109501018709442871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109501018709442871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/09/journey-to-centre-of-molesworth_12.html' title='Journey to the centre of Molesworth'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109466782484193960</id><published>2004-09-08T23:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-08T23:53:44.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gymnastik</title><summary type='text'>4. GymnastikOne who doesn't believe in gymming.Today the gym people called to say that the aerobics class I've never gone for has been cancelled all this week and will continue only on Monday. Really?Now I desperately want to go tomorrow; I think I've been planning it subconsciously for the last six months - I'll go tomorrow, I've told myself everyday. As for the question of what I'll wear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109466782484193960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109466782484193960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109466782484193960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109466782484193960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/09/gymnastik_08.html' title='Gymnastik'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109440491871929218</id><published>2004-09-05T22:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:51:58.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Super Girl</title><summary type='text'>3. Super GirlShe's super, and she's a girl.She's super, not because she can do everything but because she gives the impression that she's doing so while actually doing very little.It's an art, she says. Artfulness is more like it, I tell her.But Super Girl was promoted to Superest Girl recently so it obviously works even though she doesn't. She's been fine-tuning her pitch ever since she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109440491871929218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109440491871929218' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109440491871929218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109440491871929218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/09/super-girl.html' title='Super Girl'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109346379616873318</id><published>2004-08-26T00:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-08-26T01:26:36.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Paedophile Lover</title><summary type='text'>2. The Paedophile LoverLoves the music of Mickey J (Michael Jackson, not Mick Jagger). Watched his crucification and resurrection on TV keenly. Thinks that Paleface now walks amongst the living dead now - ghost who moonwalks...The Paedophile Lover is a name her friends have christened her with. Not because she condones sexual deviancy, but because they're SO over Michael Jackson and she still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109346379616873318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109346379616873318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109346379616873318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109346379616873318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/08/paedophile-lover.html' title='The Paedophile Lover'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8039335.post-109319460675665525</id><published>2004-08-23T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:59:26.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Mourner</title><summary type='text'>1. The MournerHas more family dead than alive. Juggles life between birthdays, deathdays and other stories.There's only the first death, says The Mourner who has first-hand experience of these things. We're sitting on the floor of my living room; the afternoon is bright with sunshine outside but nothing dispels the gloom inside. We're reliving death. Neither of us believes we can get over it; </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/feeds/109319460675665525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8039335&amp;postID=109319460675665525' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109319460675665525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8039335/posts/default/109319460675665525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maidenovers.blogspot.com/2004/08/mourner.html' title='The Mourner'/><author><name>Dream Debutante</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03113858493424274351</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
