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  <updated>2009-10-29T19:40:30Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:209193</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-10-29T12:37:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-29T19:40:30Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-29T19:40:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The average cost to keep a person in prison in California is $48000 per year.  The average income is $30000 to $40000.  A jail cell and jail food cost more than the average person makes in California.  Terrible.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:208910</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-10-28T14:04:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-28T21:07:52Z</published>
    <updated>2009-10-28T21:07:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I think I would enjoy being a machinist.  I like building things.  I like carpentry and handyman projects.  There is something very satisfying about it.  I enjoy the details of it, the mental engagement of creation, seeing a piece of imagination take form...</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:208814</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-09-03T09:57:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-03T16:57:57Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-03T16:57:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">When I drive through a parking lot, the cars sound like they are whispering.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:208634</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-09-02T11:21:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-02T18:25:28Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-02T18:25:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">George Clinton and the P. Funk was awesome.  They played for over three hours, really high energy, great costumes, wide mix of people in the audience.  There were about 20 people on stage at any given time.  People would just rotate in and out, nearly nonstop, taking breaks to smoke a joint, etc.  George's eyes were bright red and he beamed the whole time.  A very happy man.  The music was fantastic though, nearly blew my ears out, all the musicians were very good.  There were lots of improvised solos, guest singers, crowd participation.  I'm glad I got to see it.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:208296</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-08-31T17:55:00</title>
    <published>2009-09-01T00:55:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-09-01T00:55:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The engineers at my work act like frightened birds.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:208005</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-08-27T08:06:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-27T15:09:50Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-27T15:09:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Gonna see George Clinton and &amp; Parliament Funkadelic tonight.  Whoohoo!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:207783</id>
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    <title>Wise Words from the Engineering Reference Manual</title>
    <published>2009-08-25T06:29:42Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-25T06:29:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"An active device uses a source of power other than the input signal in order to accomplish the modification."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:207485</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-08-24T09:35:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-24T16:39:08Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-24T16:39:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">You're not paranoid about being paranoid if you really are paranoid.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it the other way around?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:207193</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-08-21T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-21T20:03:33Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-21T20:03:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The mosquitos in the bathroom are hungry for blood.  Must be getting close to egg-laying time.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:206971</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-08-20T13:14:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-20T20:17:48Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-20T20:17:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I saw a woman jogging with a double baby carriage...&lt;br /&gt;but there were no babies in the carriage...</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:206653</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-08-19T14:40:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-19T21:42:54Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-19T21:42:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Completed a new patent today: &lt;br /&gt;"Scanning Spectroscopy Modulation for Frequency Domain Spectral Analysis."</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:206546</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-08-18T14:17:00</title>
    <published>2009-08-18T21:21:36Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-18T21:21:36Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I'll bring you back an Ankh"&lt;br /&gt;"A what?"&lt;br /&gt;"An Ankh"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;(I draw a picture)&lt;br /&gt;"Oh great, isn't that a symbol for death?"&lt;br /&gt;(deep breath)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:206123</id>
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    <title>the vibrator of doom</title>
    <published>2009-04-16T22:41:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-16T22:41:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Whew!  I thought I had just broken a $40,000 piece of equipment.  It is a super powerful vibrator that can bend steel with its vibration levels.  I have a software program that controls it, but it has a really dangerous control that responds to the movement of the mouse.  Basically, if you accidentally move the mouse in the wrong spot, it ramps up the vibrations to full output!  It scares the fuck out of me.  I have it bolted down with a steel beam, but if the bolts break, that thing would fly like a missile across the room.  I get scared when I turn it on.  I had my notebook on the laptop, which accidentally moved the cursor with the touchpad to nearly full power.  It made a horrible thundering sound and you could see the steel anchor bending and twisting.  I shut off all the power as quickly as I could, but it refused to work after that.  Our project depends entirely on this machine being able to work, and we are finishing in the next two weeks, much too soon to get anything repaired.  I took everything apart and luckily found a 12A fuse that had been blown in one of the cables, which I was able to replace.  Whew!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:205825</id>
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    <title>Twaiku? (??)</title>
    <published>2009-04-09T15:12:07Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-09T15:14:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">holding attention&lt;br /&gt;for seventeen syllables&lt;br /&gt;makes my brain hurt (ow)</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:205569</id>
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    <title>oops</title>
    <published>2009-04-09T00:01:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-09T00:01:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My co-worker caught me reading Egyptian Mythology instead of doing lab experiments.  He's a sneaky SOB, don't hear him coming.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:205555</id>
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    <title>Dr. Winkledink's Aphorism #101</title>
    <published>2009-04-08T19:50:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-08T19:50:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Even bees puke.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:205191</id>
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    <title>That guy Mason, what a Putz</title>
    <published>2009-04-07T15:20:16Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-07T15:20:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.desertusa.com/mag00/dec/stories/cave.html"&gt;http://www.desertusa.com/mag00/dec/stories/cave.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shot at his guardian angel with a gun?  Seriously?</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:204869</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-04-06T16:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-06T23:53:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T23:53:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My office-mate asked me to go with him to church.  Ugh.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:204595</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-04-06T13:10:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-06T20:15:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-06T20:15:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">American Meat Goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good band name?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:204339</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-04-04T21:02:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-05T04:03:17Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-05T04:03:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I just realized that the symbol for Spirit looks like a pizza.  It all makes sense now.</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:204108</id>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-04-03T12:25:00</title>
    <published>2009-04-03T19:28:27Z</published>
    <updated>2009-04-03T19:28:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I polished my wand yesterday.  Now it's all nice and shiny.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:203988</id>
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    <title>names</title>
    <published>2009-03-11T07:26:04Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-11T07:26:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">names I have identified with (ala &lt;span class='ljuser  ljuser-name_thedesolateone' lj:user='thedesolateone' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://thedesolateone.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://thedesolateone.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;thedesolateone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;(not in order of occurence or importance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;Marky&lt;br /&gt;Mark the Shark&lt;br /&gt;Marcus Leviticus Fralicus&lt;br /&gt;Markus Shlimgen Freulich Nietshche&lt;br /&gt;Zaubin&lt;br /&gt;Zaubin Zacharias Zilch (zzz...)&lt;br /&gt;Golden Sea&lt;br /&gt;Existence Is Pure Joy&lt;br /&gt;Puris Omnia Pura&lt;br /&gt;Muffin Ass&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Faustus&lt;br /&gt;Jesus &lt;br /&gt;Bob&lt;br /&gt;Shaggy&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy Bunny&lt;br /&gt;Corporal Pork&lt;br /&gt;Tyrantro&lt;br /&gt;W_____ G'l______&lt;br /&gt;A. Monster&lt;br /&gt;Tonto&lt;br /&gt;Backwards Man&lt;br /&gt;Stoneface&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;Stryder&lt;br /&gt;Coyote; Trickster&lt;br /&gt;Stile&lt;br /&gt;Jack Karaquazian&lt;br /&gt;The Dragon&lt;br /&gt;The Spider&lt;br /&gt;L. Helios&lt;br /&gt;Doldrum&lt;br /&gt;Nehimiah&lt;br /&gt;The One&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Winkledink</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:zaubin:203675</id>
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    <title>Questions ala cielodiabla</title>
    <published>2009-02-03T00:56:46Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-03T00:56:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">USING ONLY ONE WORD! It's not as easy as you might think! Copy and change the answers to suit you and pass it on. It's really hard to only use one word answers. Be sure to tag the person you received it from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Chelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;Zilch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;br /&gt;Lilith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br /&gt;Baphomet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite?&lt;br /&gt;Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Watcher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;Ambrosia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream/goal?&lt;br /&gt;Undefined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What room you are in?&lt;br /&gt;Bunker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your hobby?&lt;br /&gt;Oddities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear?&lt;br /&gt;Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?&lt;br /&gt;Retired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where were you last night?&lt;br /&gt;Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Something that you are not?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;Amunition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Wish list item?&lt;br /&gt;Immortality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Where you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;Electromagnetism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your TV?&lt;br /&gt;Oracular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pets?&lt;br /&gt;Cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Friends?&lt;br /&gt;Indeterminate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life?&lt;br /&gt;Flux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;Linear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing some one?&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Car?&lt;br /&gt;Transportation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Something you're not wearing?&lt;br /&gt;Thong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite store?&lt;br /&gt;Amoeba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. When is the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who will resend this?&lt;br /&gt;Whoever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. One place that I go to over and over?&lt;br /&gt;Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. One person who text me regularly?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. My favorite place to eat?&lt;br /&gt;Saturn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. My favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Children</content>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-01-27T23:50:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-28T08:01:10Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-28T08:01:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">There are times when we all feel overwhelmed, like we are losing our minds, going crazy.  Something undefinable, something that needs to be done, yet unidentifiable.  A vaue, yet peristent nagging that has gone on for so long that it has  become a throbbing demand, but with no outlet, nowhere to direct the build-up of energy.  Nowhere for it to go.  It returns, revolution upon revolution, and each time we become slightly more acclimatized, and at the same time, closer to the edge.  Closer to knowing what it is we seek, what it is that is is worth doing.  But it slips through our fingers yet again, like sand in an hourglass; a voice calling in the distance, in words undistinguishable, yet cuttingly vivid within our inmost selves.  When will the day come when we can hear and recognize the voice of our beloved?  When the words become crystal clear, and all our fears are dissolved, as vampires fading into mist?  The walls between us grown thinner as our defenses grow stronger.  How did we get here?  Where do we go from here?  Where is our love hidden?  Where is the Tower wherein our beloved waits, with long streaming hair with which to climb?  Where are the starry eyes glimpsed in dreams, ruby red lips- red with the kissing away of blood?  We call, again and again, and love listens, straining against the chains of its imprisonment.  It is times like these that we know that the walls are paper thin- yet the separation, no matter how slight, is still infinitely great.  There is abyss upon abyss in that separation, wilderness upon wilderness, the baying of wolves.  And we strain to listen, to hear th voice of our love; whose voice is our very own.  And though we cannot make out the words, we can perhaps be comforted by the melody, and fortified as with light to guide us through the tunnels ahead.</content>
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    <title>zaubin @ 2009-01-25T17:00:00</title>
    <published>2009-01-26T01:01:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-26T01:01:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Man, it is difficult to bowl and read Herman Melville at the same time.  They both require a good deal of concentration.</content>
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