<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365</id><updated>2009-12-09T07:51:12.163+09:00</updated><title type='text'>UPSTAIRS FOR THINKING</title><subtitle type='html'>ALL THE WAY FROM TOKYO</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>359</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3698352032141054285</id><published>2009-11-21T12:43:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T12:52:37.214+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The wall</title><summary type='text'>Great escapes. Stasi files revisited. Life is a yawn. Sixty hours of terror: Mumbai. The philosophy of journalism.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3698352032141054285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=3698352032141054285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3698352032141054285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3698352032141054285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/11/wall.html' title='The wall'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-877607783953595047</id><published>2009-11-02T13:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:54:05.730+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Business</title><summary type='text'>Been a while. A few interesting reads as follows... An epidemic of fear: the vaccination debate. Are liberals smarter than conservatives? The revolutions of 1989. Dying languages. Bobby Fischer: genius and idiot. Monsters and the moral imagination. Battle of Agincourt revisited.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/877607783953595047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=877607783953595047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/877607783953595047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/877607783953595047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/11/back-in-business.html' title='Back in Business'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1562752151426770509</id><published>2009-07-27T12:01:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:03:51.609+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Moa</title><summary type='text'>Moa, a mythical magazine that was not eaten by the Maori in New Zealand because it never really existed in the first place.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1562752151426770509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=1562752151426770509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1562752151426770509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1562752151426770509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/07/moa.html' title='Moa'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-6710179884704641671</id><published>2009-07-27T11:43:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T11:58:14.631+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beop</title><summary type='text'>The beop has landed. Tokyo vs the crows. Drunk people yoga positions.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/6710179884704641671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=6710179884704641671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/6710179884704641671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/6710179884704641671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/07/beop.html' title='The Beop'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-7603189804245999014</id><published>2009-07-07T12:34:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T12:44:57.050+09:00</updated><title type='text'>"I Pee" Checks</title><summary type='text'>Debito Arudou discusses an invasive new tactic that is being carried out by police in Japan: an "I Pee" check. For a helpful outline of your rights, see his What To Do If column...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/7603189804245999014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=7603189804245999014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/7603189804245999014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/7603189804245999014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-pee-checks.html' title='&quot;I Pee&quot; Checks'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-2261456877973247978</id><published>2009-06-18T23:02:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T23:13:52.090+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Remaking Kids Art</title><summary type='text'>This is amazing: A South Korean artist who takes a painting that has been done by a child and re-creates them in a photo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/2261456877973247978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=2261456877973247978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/2261456877973247978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/2261456877973247978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/06/remaking-kids-art.html' title='Remaking Kids Art'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCCNMQ-NQcg/SjpLQ3JGeNI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Wa55dy9x1Ac/s72-c/wonderland_07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-5787997623328801316</id><published>2009-05-19T10:55:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T11:08:16.898+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sakura revisited</title><summary type='text'>Nakameguro in bloom (via Jean Snow). Jeremy Clarkson puts the boot into Honda's new hybrid Insight, a car so Biblically terrible he considered driving it into a tree on purpose. The world's best illusion, really! What is it really like to be a baby?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/5787997623328801316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=5787997623328801316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/5787997623328801316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/5787997623328801316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/05/nakameguro-in-bloom.html' title='Sakura revisited'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCCNMQ-NQcg/ShITiKp6xDI/AAAAAAAAAYU/GaiIBNvlc8Y/s72-c/sakura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1765482456798438432</id><published>2009-05-05T10:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:59:48.693+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in Tokyo</title><summary type='text'>Alone in Tokyo is a short film by Philip Bloom that manages to successfully capture the ambience of the big smoke without anyone uttering a word.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1765482456798438432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=1765482456798438432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1765482456798438432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1765482456798438432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/05/alone-in-tokyo.html' title='Alone in Tokyo'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCCNMQ-NQcg/Sf-cvzoC38I/AAAAAAAAAYM/1ywN549IIVs/s72-c/alone-in-tokyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-635427519511201313</id><published>2009-05-05T08:16:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:27:43.783+09:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!</title><summary type='text'>Why e-mails are littered with exclamation marks! Most hated font type. Susan Boylemania. Dancing parrots. Attribution lacking. Music as torture condemned. The neuroscience of illusion.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif' title='!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/635427519511201313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=635427519511201313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/635427519511201313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/635427519511201313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='!!!'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1320046172950933792</id><published>2009-04-22T19:50:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:07:52.404+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The returner</title><summary type='text'>After a long period of self-imposed exile, I return to Hanoi on Friday for the much-vaunted MAG Music Festival on Saturday. Should be a riot. Not literally, Mr Boy in Green. That's Billy Bragg speak for "life is beautiful." Looking forward to catching up with some older friends over a bia hoi and plate of dau ran. Links of note: Baby brainwashing. Facebook of world leaders.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1320046172950933792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=1320046172950933792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1320046172950933792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1320046172950933792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/04/returner.html' title='The returner'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3763289086583452977</id><published>2009-04-05T18:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:16:33.510+09:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Cherry on Top</title><summary type='text'>Well the cherry blossoms are officially in full bloom, and I've been able to spend a bit of time outdoors over the past two weeks instead of being couped up in front of the computer. Thanks to all those who came down to the THREE G (vol.4) at the end of last month, and especially to DJ Ken Frowning, who came up from Osaka and made the gig all the more worth while. Links of interest: The Facebook </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3763289086583452977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=3763289086583452977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3763289086583452977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3763289086583452977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/04/with-cherry-on-top.html' title='With a Cherry on Top'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1063505266791299578</id><published>2009-03-16T11:37:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T12:14:10.641+09:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE G (Part Quatre)</title><summary type='text'>After the raging success of the last installment of THREE G in February, Mssrs Smart, Cox, Stubbings and MUC have come up with something a little different this time around -- our very first guest DJ.DJ Ken Frowning (Old Man's Beard Must Go!, London/Osaka) cut his teeth on a dilapidated mixer in Acton Town, London, some time back in the '90s (remember them?) and hasn't looked back since. His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1063505266791299578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=1063505266791299578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1063505266791299578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1063505266791299578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/03/three-g-part-quatre.html' title='THREE G (Part Quatre)'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCCNMQ-NQcg/Sb3CZoqJ8hI/AAAAAAAAAYE/JZvew8765Cs/s72-c/3g-27.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-8584405023522116522</id><published>2009-03-08T21:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T21:34:14.846+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Paper Chase</title><summary type='text'>Preparing the newspaper obituary. Science mysteries. Cut-and-paste writing. Flower, a video game where you can hang out with, er, flowers. Why doctors go to work sick. Lies and books you've not read. Lost in the archives. How strong is a chimpanzee, really? Small talk in the Stone Age.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8584405023522116522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=8584405023522116522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/8584405023522116522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/8584405023522116522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/03/paper-chase.html' title='The Paper Chase'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1053352223363785816</id><published>2009-02-17T00:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:32:34.430+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking His Medicine</title><summary type='text'>The rumour mill has been going into overdrive today following the release of footage that shows Japanese Finance Minister Shoichi Nakagawa looking decidedly worse for wear in front of reporters at a G7 press conference over the weekend. Some claim Nakagawa was in fact drunk at the event (and he was seen drinking at least one glass of wine before speaking), but the minister defended his behaviour </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1053352223363785816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=1053352223363785816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1053352223363785816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1053352223363785816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/02/taking-his-medicine.html' title='Taking His Medicine'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-1464415384299709898</id><published>2009-02-15T11:24:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T12:00:26.912+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Two Sides of Joaquin Phoenix</title><summary type='text'>Is this what hip-hop can do to a man? Joaquin Phoenix on Letterman. Three years earlier.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/1464415384299709898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=1464415384299709898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1464415384299709898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/1464415384299709898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/02/two-sides-of-joaquin-phoenix.html' title='The Two Sides of Joaquin Phoenix'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-4763630203640551670</id><published>2009-02-15T10:52:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:09:01.911+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's All Fun &amp; Games Until Someone Gets Hurt</title><summary type='text'>How old are you? Why do young male writers love icky, tough guy deadbeats? Cheating death. Missed the train?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4763630203640551670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=4763630203640551670&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/4763630203640551670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/4763630203640551670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-all-fun-games-until-someone-gets.html' title='It&apos;s All Fun &amp; Games Until Someone Gets Hurt'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-4619507576826618341</id><published>2009-01-26T19:45:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:03:17.438+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Impossible House Guest</title><summary type='text'>How NOT to write a novel. How much do you know about Edgar Allan Poe? He smashed the china, soiled the sheets, sunbathed nude and was either drunk or stoned -- Arthur Rimbaud was an impossible house guest. The mind behind procrastination. The day newspapers died.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4619507576826618341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=4619507576826618341&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/4619507576826618341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/4619507576826618341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/01/impossible-house-guest.html' title='The Impossible House Guest'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-4326086533354032359</id><published>2009-01-19T20:47:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:21:25.589+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Snowy</title><summary type='text'>Of course Tintin's gay. Ask Snowy. Who checks the spell-checkers? She stole his heart so he gave her his kidney. And now they're getting divorced, he wants it back.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4326086533354032359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=4326086533354032359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/4326086533354032359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/4326086533354032359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/01/ask-snowy.html' title='Ask Snowy'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3317954618590196741</id><published>2009-01-16T07:50:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:53:23.895+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Seeing You</title><summary type='text'>Patrick McGoohan is dead at 80. Number Six, be seeing you...From The Guardian: "Patrick McGoohan's finest moment, for which he deserves to be remembered as long as people are watching moving images on little boxes, was undoubtedly 'The Prisoner' – the psychedelically experimental late-1960s series whose influence is still tangible, but whose vision was far too radical for its time. Without 'The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3317954618590196741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=3317954618590196741&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3317954618590196741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3317954618590196741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-seeing-you.html' title='Be Seeing You'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-9116138312009849812</id><published>2009-01-05T12:27:00.011+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:13:05.286+09:00</updated><title type='text'>THREE G</title><summary type='text'>A few friends of mine throw a house/techno/breaks party at a small club called OVO in Naka-Meguro every couple of months and have been kind enough to allow me to play a few uplifting tunes from Aotearoa at the next installment on January 24 to kick things off from 22:00 before the real beats begin. Entrance is a paltry Y1,500 (with one free drink), so it's not going to blow your New Year budget. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/9116138312009849812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=9116138312009849812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/9116138312009849812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/9116138312009849812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-g.html' title='THREE G'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCCNMQ-NQcg/SWGCMkbMG3I/AAAAAAAAAXw/HIOUrukgs5Q/s72-c/3g.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3605401046174347740</id><published>2009-01-04T11:12:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T11:28:28.916+09:00</updated><title type='text'>License to Grill</title><summary type='text'>Burger King perfume (pour hommes, presumably). End of the road for VHS. The man responsible for helping President-elect Barack Obama to write history.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3605401046174347740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=3605401046174347740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3605401046174347740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3605401046174347740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2009/01/license-to-grill.html' title='License to Grill'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-3890975467835026627</id><published>2008-12-17T01:17:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:30:45.193+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><summary type='text'>In Camp No. 14, the North Korean political prison where Shin Dong-hyuk was born and where he says he watched the hanging of his mother, inmates never saw a picture of Kim Jong Il. Why publishers fail. When writers fail. Jezebels with a Cause.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/3890975467835026627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=3890975467835026627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3890975467835026627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/3890975467835026627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-671985717672193664</id><published>2008-12-02T01:01:00.006+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:09:23.515+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Six and the Cities (a NZ joke)</title><summary type='text'>Think of sex addiction on a par with tennis addiction - except only one of them sells books. The Bad Sex Award. Everything you need to know about Hitler's missing testicle. Britain on top in casual sex league. From ancient Pompeiian baths to modern Swiss spas, there's always been something dirty about getting clean. PLUS: Edible fantasies.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/671985717672193664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=671985717672193664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/671985717672193664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/671985717672193664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2008/12/six-in-nz-accent.html' title='Six and the Cities (a NZ joke)'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-8128481451947306272</id><published>2008-11-24T00:56:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:06:46.925+09:00</updated><title type='text'>They See Red, They See Red...</title><summary type='text'>George Bush's nostrils. Animals speak in colour. The Ubiquitous Child Trap: Over-parenting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/8128481451947306272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=8128481451947306272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/8128481451947306272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/8128481451947306272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-see-red-they-see-red.html' title='They See Red, They See Red...'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4135365.post-4360192433767834318</id><published>2008-11-06T19:13:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:21:19.118+09:00</updated><title type='text'>When Animals Attack</title><summary type='text'>Oslo sent me an educational link that offers an excellent primer on what to do if you ever encounter a rhino that has escaped from a zoo. I can't guarantee, however, that such tactics would work equally well in a dark alley. For one thing, you're not likely to have a gargantuan tennis court net with you... </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/feeds/4360192433767834318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4135365&amp;postID=4360192433767834318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/4360192433767834318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4135365/posts/default/4360192433767834318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://upstairsforthinking.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-animals-attack.html' title='When Animals Attack'/><author><name>elliott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06980716674120362632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01443572611043775331'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>