<?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-17892774</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:36:05.184-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon's PhotoJournal</title><subtitle type='html'>I have absolutely no competency with a camera, so this should be interesting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jon Fish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13613551103118362732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/42/106001328_4567593120_m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17892774.post-113065626687954272</id><published>2005-10-30T01:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T04:24:32.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Orange's Last Show - Tryin' to Make the World Safe for Ska</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's been one helluva ride. I've already said all there is to be said on my &lt;a href="http://jonfishonline.blogspot.com"&gt;personal blog&lt;/a&gt;, so if you wanna know who they are or what it's been like, go check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was amazing. It went almost three hours and I took 154 pictures! This is likely to be a long one cause there's a ton to show, so lets get to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Jon%20and%20Jina.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me and Jina, another long time PO fan. It's funny, I keep gettin' thinner and the chicks keep gettin' hotter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My good friend and amazing singer/guitarist Jacob opened for the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O'Charley's was a bunch of bastards and wouldn't let any of the under 21s inside the gate, to the guys turned the stage to face the parking lot and they played for the die hard fans that braved 30 degree weather only to be locked outside. It was the coolest thing they could have done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Getting ready to start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zac. Lead singer and Guitar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20085.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ben. Trumpet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doug. Drums, formerly Trombone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Travis. Saxophone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doug #2. Bass.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Former bassist Brett played a couple songs with the guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20100.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Dougs singing backup. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Original drummer Ryan rocks out one last time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Get down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Former saxophone player Chase gets a final look from the stage sid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One helluva show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It kinda became tradition that Jacob would come in from the audience and sing lead on "Holding On To Nothing." He was, as usual, awesome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Skankin'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The audience is pleased...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...And the band is carried off the stage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20148.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doug gets all the ladies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Perfect%20Orange%20132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The end of an era.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PO may be gone, but the memories I've had runnin' with these guys and seeing 'em play dozens of shows and making truly awesome music will be with me forever. I love you guys and your music will be missed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember that night...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17892774-113065626687954272?l=jfishphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113065626687954272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17892774&amp;postID=113065626687954272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/113065626687954272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/113065626687954272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/perfect-oranges-last-show-tryin-to.html' title='Perfect Orange&apos;s Last Show - Tryin&apos; to Make the World Safe for Ska'/><author><name>Jon Fish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13613551103118362732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/42/106001328_4567593120_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17892774.post-113047431397742125</id><published>2005-10-25T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T01:04:35.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo at the Zoo</title><content type='html'>I'm an instructor for a First Year Studies course this semester. Supposedly, we teach incoming freshmen how to make the transition to college life. In reality, I tend to just tell them what they can get away with and who's the easiest teacher to take for a class. Anyway, part of the class was doing a ocmmunity service project, and the class decided to volunteer at Boo at the Zoo last Friday. I know, I'm slow getting these pics up. Oh well, on with the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things got off to a great start. As we were driving to the zoo, we got caught in a massive thunderstorm. We even had to pull over and wait for the rain to let up. This is us chilling in my car as we wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;David.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Catherine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Exciting, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We finally arrived, then we all got our asses wet riding the trolly-thing that took us up to the entrance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Terry and Aaron got to wear costumes. Can you guess who they are? lol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20018.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Aww look at the baby!" Catherine was so taken with how cute the kids were I began to fear that she might try to steal one. I finally convinced her that we didn't have room in the car and that my trunk was only usefuly for hauling dead bodies, not live ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20021.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They got to run the most fun game ever: the clothespin drop. The excitement was palpable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20022.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jessica having an attack of the "Awhowcutes." We got her out just in time and started her on an IV of pure Generation Y Apathy. The doctors say she should fully recover...in time...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In short, it was a lot of fun. The kids were really cute, though the occasional six year old wearing less than some women wear to the beach was a little creepy. Not the kids so much as the moms that let them wear it. And then there was the mother who made her two kids sing "Baby Got Back" on kareoke. I shivered a little. Over all, though, it was a great time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cya later. ~Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17892774-113047431397742125?l=jfishphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113047431397742125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17892774&amp;postID=113047431397742125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/113047431397742125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/113047431397742125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/boo-at-zoo.html' title='Boo at the Zoo'/><author><name>Jon Fish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13613551103118362732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/42/106001328_4567593120_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17892774.post-113047326230362569</id><published>2005-10-24T00:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T00:21:02.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunrise in K-Town</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep last night, so I took some pics of the sunrise over downtown from my porch. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another sunrise comes and I've not been struck down by the Lord. It's going to be a good day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17892774-113047326230362569?l=jfishphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/113047326230362569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17892774&amp;postID=113047326230362569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/113047326230362569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/113047326230362569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunrise-in-k-town.html' title='Sunrise in K-Town'/><author><name>Jon Fish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13613551103118362732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/42/106001328_4567593120_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17892774.post-112941146849417434</id><published>2005-10-16T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:37:27.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gays on Gay Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/1600/Picture%20037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was National Coming Out Day for those that were unaware. The Knoxville Rainbow Coalition hosted a gay pride parade down Gay Street and a concert in Market Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gay, but I've had a ton of gay friends and I've been a strong supporter of gay rights for a long time. I usually get invited to these things by different groups because I've supported them so strongly in my columns. Anyway, on to the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Market Square.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting ready to march.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%200481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Parade Pics. &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PFLAG - Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays. I am a member.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A gay George W. Bush showed up to support the Democrats.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They call themselves the "Queer Fist Ninjas." I dunno, but they werent' half bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20026.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Of course, you can't have a gay pride march without the Baptists showing up. I like how they quote Romans 2:16 on their banner. Personally, I prefer Romans 2:1, "Wherein thou judgest another, thou condemnest thyself." You may not be able to tell from the pics, but none of them would let me take pictures with their face in them. I had to be sneaky. I guess its okay to condemn the heathens, just so long as there's no proof it was you doing it. Anyway, there were about twenty of em, unfortunately for them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They were vastly outnumbered by the Unitarian Universalists and other Christian denominations like the Metropolitan Community Church, all of whom are very accepting of homosexuality. In all, I'd guess over 300 people were there representing the various churches. I dunno if you can read that sign on the posterboard, but it says "What JESUS said about homosexuality: _________" Exactly.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was funny when they marched past the Baptists. The Baptists yelled at them and told 'em they were all going to hell. All the gay Christians did back was say "Jesus loves you."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of my Sociology professors, Dr. Presser, came to support Amnesty International. She's the one pointing at me, and that's her partner beside her. She told me his name, but for the life of me I can't remember it. Sorry, Dr. P. He's got a cool beard though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was truly surprised at how many of the homosexual couples had children. It really amazes me the risks that they take and the things they suffer just to try to lead a normal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, that's about it for the march. I'll see you next time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17892774-112941146849417434?l=jfishphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112941146849417434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17892774&amp;postID=112941146849417434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112941146849417434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112941146849417434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/gays-on-gay-street.html' title='Gays on Gay Street'/><author><name>Jon Fish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13613551103118362732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/42/106001328_4567593120_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17892774.post-112951631727792956</id><published>2005-10-16T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:31:57.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hangin' with Brian, Zach, and Paige</title><content type='html'>Went to Brian and Zach's apartment this evening and watched football. Paige was there too.&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian and Paige.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%200261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Zach was his usual charming self. But I like him anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%200221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian bought a 50 inch TV today. Chris Berman was bigger than me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%200242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cute isn't she?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%200231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't be fooled. She'll turn into the Paigemonster without warning. j/k&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%200311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brian was as exciting as ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yoda compels me to wrap this thing up. Cya later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17892774-112951631727792956?l=jfishphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112951631727792956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17892774&amp;postID=112951631727792956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112951631727792956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112951631727792956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/hangin-with-brian-zach-and-paige.html' title='Hangin&apos; with Brian, Zach, and Paige'/><author><name>Jon Fish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13613551103118362732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/42/106001328_4567593120_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17892774.post-112942886678141287</id><published>2005-10-15T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T22:42:38.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner with sis</title><content type='html'>My sister Emily was in for the weekend from Austin Pea. We went to dinner and I took a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%200171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chili's. Yum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doh! She got me!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wish she'd zoomed in a little. Ah well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She just got a 2000 VW Beetle. It's a nice car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%200241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eyes on the road.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/Picture%20019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, yo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17892774-112942886678141287?l=jfishphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112942886678141287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17892774&amp;postID=112942886678141287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112942886678141287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112942886678141287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/dinner-with-sis.html' title='Dinner with sis'/><author><name>Jon Fish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13613551103118362732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/42/106001328_4567593120_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17892774.post-112939681685359556</id><published>2005-10-15T12:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T15:30:31.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Tour</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my humble abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live alone in a condo in the Fort Sanders area. I love it here. Let me show you around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/100_0811.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The view from my front porch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/100_0812.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The living room. An astute viewer might notice Daria playing on the laptop. I know it looks a little overwhelming, but I have some pretty bad ADD. The good thing is that it lets me do like 20 things at once without missing a beat. I'll watch TV on the laptop while I play a video game the XBox or something. I've even had a book on tape or music playing at the same time, too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/100_0810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rest of the living room.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/100_0801.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My workstation. Where I do my columns, play my computer games, do my homework, and spend the majority of my time when I'm at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/100_08001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The kitchen. Microwave and fridge are on the left, kinda out of view. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/100_0807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My bedroom. Kinda bland, but since the only time I spend in there is with my eyes closed, the appearance of the room doesn't really matter to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7205/803/400/100_0808.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The bathroom. It's a bathroom. Yay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That about it. Anyway, I've gotta be heading out. I'll cya later!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Peace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17892774-112939681685359556?l=jfishphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112939681685359556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17892774&amp;postID=112939681685359556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112939681685359556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112939681685359556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/home-tour.html' title='Home Tour'/><author><name>Jon Fish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13613551103118362732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/42/106001328_4567593120_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17892774.post-112939477155368310</id><published>2005-10-15T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T12:46:11.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It begins...</title><content type='html'>I'm bored, so I've decided to give photojournaling a try. Should be fun. Or maybe I'll getb ored with it in a day or two and stop updating. I dunno, guess we'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17892774-112939477155368310?l=jfishphoto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/feeds/112939477155368310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17892774&amp;postID=112939477155368310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112939477155368310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17892774/posts/default/112939477155368310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jfishphoto.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-begins.html' title='It begins...'/><author><name>Jon Fish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13613551103118362732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/42/106001328_4567593120_m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
