<?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-5689706</id><updated>2009-07-13T14:40:33.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kewlchops</title><subtitle type='html'>Naïve can be sexy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>905</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8718356728249677394</id><published>2009-07-13T14:23:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:40:33.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's an idea...</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago there was a Robot Games &amp; Expo held at Fort Mason here in San Francisco. The reason I know this is because at the Internet Archive's public Friday lunch the day before, Mario mentioned that he was looking forward to seeing an AI robot make its way through a maze, a la rats in a maze looking for cheese, that classic experiment.I can't quite remember why I began thinking about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8718356728249677394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8718356728249677394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/07/heres-idea.html' title='Here&apos;s an idea...'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8122536242629649276</id><published>2009-07-09T09:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T09:39:37.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bon Marche</title><summary type='text'>By George Eastman HouseLovely stuff from the George Eastman House. France in the 20s, by Eugène Atget.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8122536242629649276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8122536242629649276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/07/bon-marche.html' title='Bon Marche'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1862363141925972545</id><published>2009-07-04T16:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:23:36.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th.</title><summary type='text'>There's a lot I quite like about America, it turns out. Not least of which is its love of pomp and ceremony, and the amazing pipes of some of the wonderful songbirds born here.As my good friend Tom said, "if you have to sing an anthem, sing it like that."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1862363141925972545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1862363141925972545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-687546974561264228</id><published>2009-06-27T10:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:30:41.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>File0156</title><summary type='text'>By Eddie Law</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/687546974561264228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/687546974561264228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/06/file0156.html' title='File0156'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4312197674244478676</id><published>2009-06-23T13:43:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:45:40.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog all dog-eared pages: The Best Australian Stories 2007 / Repossession</title><summary type='text'>I've thoroughly enjoyed Mike, Russell, Chris and Tom's various blogging of various dog-eared pages in various books they've read and enjoyed. These sorts of annotations are delicious, and bring me understanding of both the book's contents, and its reader's interpretations. Timely then, perhaps, to begin blogging some of the billions of dog-eared pages on my shelves that have lain fallow, awaiting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4312197674244478676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4312197674244478676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-all-dog-eared-pages-best.html' title='Blog all dog-eared pages: The Best Australian Stories 2007 / Repossession'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3295969291815369328</id><published>2009-05-19T16:06:00.036-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:10:45.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Library Metadata: A Potted History.</title><summary type='text'>Karen Coyle helps the Open Library team navigate the twisty paths of the forest that is library metadata. A little while ago, we were lucky to have her present her view of its origins at the Internet Archive. I thoroughly enjoyed her presentation and I thought someone else might so I've rewritten my notes from the session as an exciting love-and-death-style account of librarianship over the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3295969291815369328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3295969291815369328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/05/library-metadata-potted-history.html' title='Library Metadata: A Potted History.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1721313634645914896</id><published>2009-05-11T17:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:14:53.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calibrating.</title><summary type='text'>"Seeing that I can find no subject specially useful or pleasing--since the men who have come before me have taken for their own every useful or necessary theme--I must do like one who, being poor, comes last to the fair, and can find no other way of providing himself than by taking all the things already seen by other buyers, and not taken but refused by reason of their lesser value. I, then, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1721313634645914896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1721313634645914896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/05/calibrating.html' title='Calibrating.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4459029837969144090</id><published>2009-05-05T22:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:58:38.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zookeeper feeding bears</title><summary type='text'>By The Field Museum LibraryI'm just unbelievably pleased that The Commons lives on. Remarkably pleased. I mean, like, really, really pleased.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4459029837969144090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4459029837969144090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/05/zookeeper-feeding-bears.html' title='Zookeeper feeding bears'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5120749426487558813</id><published>2009-04-26T11:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:19:32.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new leaf.</title><summary type='text'>I'm very excited about my first day at work tomorrow in my new job at the Internet Archive, here in San Francisco, in the beautiful Presidio. I'll be heading up the Open Library project.I'm looking forward to working with new, clever people and getting my hands dirty again. I'm charged with leading the Open Library into fresh, fun territory; to enlist many hands to make "a page on the web for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5120749426487558813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5120749426487558813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-leaf.html' title='A new leaf.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2831748721507572676</id><published>2009-04-21T09:55:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:28:54.158-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Registering interest in preservation.</title><summary type='text'>In all my travels and conversations with staff in museums, archives and libraries last year, I noticed a theme: the ability to republish works held in public institutions is tangled by confusion, trepidation and defense.Particularly with older acquisitions, publishing on the web (or elsewhere for that matter) is virtually impossible since ongoing copyrights simply didn't account for the digital </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2831748721507572676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2831748721507572676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/registering-interest-in-preservation.html' title='Registering interest in preservation.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5899361683425705335</id><published>2009-04-12T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:10:46.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaron carves a ham (timelapse)</title><summary type='text'>    By heatherI swear I have lunch at my house like this every Sunday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5899361683425705335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5899361683425705335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/aaron-carves-ham-timelapse.html' title='aaron carves a ham (timelapse)'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3480692533629947258</id><published>2009-04-10T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T10:23:00.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stone</title><summary type='text'>By Marlon Kowalski</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3480692533629947258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3480692533629947258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/stone.html' title='Stone'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3544283105028999830</id><published>2009-04-04T12:24:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T14:42:09.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atmospheres unknown.</title><summary type='text'>Fabulous quote from Virginia Woolf, discovered in a summary post about The Future of Libraries, the first panel at the very interesting-sounding Library 2.0 Symposium, run by the Information Society Project out of Yale Law School:A learned man is a sedentary, concentrated solitary enthusiast, who searches through books to discover some particular grain of truth upon which he has set his heart. If</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3544283105028999830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3544283105028999830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/learning-exploration.html' title='Atmospheres unknown.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-2030335312196988467</id><published>2009-04-02T09:20:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T09:38:16.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Moonport USA</title><summary type='text'>    By State Archives of FloridaI was very excited to find this video in The Commons this morning. I remember seeing some wonderful footage of classic 50s/60s Florida from the State Archives of Florida when we first started talking - you know, "Care and Feeding of a Mermaid" sort of thing. I'm looking forward to more!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2030335312196988467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/2030335312196988467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/04/florida-moonport-usa.html' title='Florida Moonport USA'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-5414739222575222412</id><published>2009-03-16T12:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:45:50.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Messy notes.</title><summary type='text'>I was lucky enough to spend a day at Etech last week, courtesy of my new friend, Matt. It was the first time I'd been, and I was excited to see what all the fuss was about. I was reminded of those heinous days in my past where I had to wake up at Sparrow's Fart to get down to Sunnyvale in time to start work at Yahoo!. No matter.My favourite type of conference is one that isn't afraid to exert a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5414739222575222412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/5414739222575222412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/03/messy-notes.html' title='Messy notes.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3872007731751556589</id><published>2009-02-22T12:33:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:50:40.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's raining. I'm hungry.</title><summary type='text'>I've been scouring the web for the perfect stew-y, gooey, beefy yummy for the wet, wintry weather we've been having in San Francisco. I found an interesting recipe over at The Guardian, and am curious about "savoury cobblers" since I'm a big fan of the sweet ones. I was also tempted by a classic Bolognese ragù, and found a recipe that uses milk instead of wine. I also found a Bacon, Beef and Blue</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3872007731751556589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3872007731751556589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-raining-im-hungry.html' title='It&apos;s raining. I&apos;m hungry.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3659381435272204329</id><published>2009-02-14T15:26:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T10:52:09.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job hunt.</title><summary type='text'>I'm so pleased that Caterina is blogging more these days. Her eclecticism and eloquence are inspirational and a pleasure to read. Nuggets abound, like this quote from Robert Heinlein snipped from her piece entitled Obsession and Spare Time Pursuits. Timely for me as I try to answer the "What do you want to do?" question: A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3659381435272204329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3659381435272204329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/02/job-hunt.html' title='Job hunt.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1866032265140509439</id><published>2009-02-11T11:40:00.013-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T00:22:46.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Lives, British Library</title><summary type='text'>Unfortunately, I couldn't be in London for the first conference of the Digital Lives program at the British Library. But, I was able to "give a talk" there, using Second Life. Sadly, it was at the very end of their long day, I was in a virtual world jumping all over the place like a spaz, and the people over there were rushed out at the end, but, maybe that's a positive.Jeremy John (the first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1866032265140509439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1866032265140509439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/02/digital-lives-british-library.html' title='Digital Lives, British Library'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1621943075411540694</id><published>2009-01-27T09:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T09:01:39.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hairdresser</title><summary type='text'>By Lung S. Liuhairdresser across the street. for about 70 cents, she'll shave you with a straight razor, shampoo your hair, massage your scalp, and give you a facial as well as a facial massage. she'll also run away when you try to tip her. she'll laugh it off when you tell her she's pretty and that she should hurry up so you can run home and cry when you find out that she's unavailable then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1621943075411540694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1621943075411540694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/hairdresser.html' title='hairdresser'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-3470746233849205311</id><published>2009-01-26T00:45:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:51:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at sea.</title><summary type='text'>"The figurehead of the Herzogin Cecilie" from National Maritime MuseumLast year, I was honoured and excited to receive an invitation from Fiona Romeo, Head of Digital Media at the National Maritime Museum, to come to Greenwich and take part in a guest curation of the museum's photography archive. Of course, I leapt at the chance. I love exploring behind the scenes like that, and was conscious of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3470746233849205311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/3470746233849205311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-at-sea.html' title='Life at sea.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-8153316838319423134</id><published>2009-01-20T12:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:15:59.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The National Anthem</title><summary type='text'>    By squashI sang along, watching from home. A good day for America.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8153316838319423134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/8153316838319423134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-anthem.html' title='The National Anthem'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-1931846179330390020</id><published>2009-01-11T23:28:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T11:42:00.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last year.</title><summary type='text'>My memory is... quite bad. I now look back through Flickr to help me remember what happened. Inspired by Derek's post about his 2008.The new year started off up in a cloud with friends, some people's first ever pavlova and a girl called Sophie.I also took a nice trip to Washington, D.C. to tell some nice people about a thing.Then, Kevin tried to cook a pig underground, and I tried out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1931846179330390020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/1931846179330390020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-year.html' title='Last year.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4719160055099442960</id><published>2009-01-09T03:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T04:01:57.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robert Louis Stevenson's birthday party, at Vailima, ca 1893</title><summary type='text'>By National Library NZ on The CommonsHave you seen the new indicommons blog? The Indicommons blog represents outreach from the Flickr Commons group beyond Flickr, to broaden knowledge of The Commons among the public and civic institutions around the world and to increase participation by the public in the Commons.The name, Indicommons (pronounced “in de commons”) derives from the Latin indico, to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4719160055099442960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4719160055099442960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2009/01/robert-louis-stevenson-birthday-party.html' title='Robert Louis Stevenson&amp;#39;s birthday party, at Vailima, ca 1893'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4044105653660418773</id><published>2008-12-17T20:51:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T20:54:18.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crikey.</title><summary type='text'>I have been entirely overwhelmed by messages from all over the place, saying nice things - THANK YOU.Seriously, such warm, heartfelt words have really made me feel better.I must say though, some of them have made it sound like I'm dead! After having a few days on the road, driving the 2,300 kilometres from Sydney to Adelaide, I've decompressed somewhat, and the intense sadness I felt in Taipei </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4044105653660418773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4044105653660418773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/12/crikey.html' title='Crikey.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5689706.post-4031064471761145527</id><published>2008-12-15T22:50:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:25:05.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite what I had in mind.</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this 3 days ago on a plane.I've been cooking up an end-of-year blog post, feeling like my 35th year was one of the best so far. I've been unbelievably fortunate to spend quite a lot of it traveling the world to tell people about The Commons on Flickr. I've spoken in front of hundreds of people, sat in meetings in the bowels of museums, pored over a photographic archive in person, sent a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4031064471761145527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5689706/posts/default/4031064471761145527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://george08.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-quite-what-i-had-in-mind.html' title='Not quite what I had in mind.'/><author><name>george</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18251729055245254088</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13051916936230772764'/></author></entry></feed>