<?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-3006211</id><updated>2011-05-25T03:50:11.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prozak</title><subtitle type='html'>Sometimes it just goes to your head</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3104870843965370310</id><published>2007-07-30T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T15:41:57.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here are the pictures of Ryan and Cassi's wedding from Andrew's camera. To open them (Dad) you have to have the program Zipit (click that link to download it). Once you have Zipit, simply open the file. This will then give you a window with all the pictures in it. Select them all, and select "extract" from the "Zip" menu. Or if you are smooth with your keystrokes, click on one picture, hit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3104870843965370310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3104870843965370310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3104870843965370310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3104870843965370310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2007/07/here-are-pictures-of-ryan-and-cassis.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jyIpUjfBxs4/Rq4yqlx3akI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H52S8Yj2cR8/s72-c/DSCN0592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-113432678516060979</id><published>2005-12-11T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T05:53:20.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End of the year Record list (in no particular order):The Best:1. Bright Eyes "I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning"       Great record...folk, pop, rock whatever it is. The most "put together" of all the Bright Eyes albums.2. Bloc Party "Silent Alarms"       The ignored bastard child of Franz Ferdinand and the Cure. 3. Sufjan Stevens "Illinois"       I got the chills the first time I heard "Chicago" on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/113432678516060979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=113432678516060979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/113432678516060979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/113432678516060979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2005/12/end-of-year-record-list-in-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-110183378991469223</id><published>2004-11-30T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T08:56:29.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haloscan commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/110183378991469223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=110183378991469223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110183378991469223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110183378991469223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/11/haloscan-commenting-and-trackback-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-110175038285141305</id><published>2004-11-29T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T09:46:22.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I listen to a lot of public radio. Especially on long car rides. This being Thanksgiving weekend, I heard a lot. Most notably this piece on health and wealth by Stephen Bezruchka. Here is a link to where you can hear the piece in its entirety:http://www.alternativeradio.org/programs/BEZS001.shtmlHe makes the point that we are the richest country in the world, yet among rich countries we have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/110175038285141305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=110175038285141305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110175038285141305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110175038285141305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-listen-to-lot-of-public-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-110123286460951762</id><published>2004-11-23T09:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T10:01:04.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone other than myself see Ron Artest on the Today show this morning? If there was ever proof that education is failing it was in his inability to form a complete sentence or answer a question correctly.I mean this guy was getting questions like "what color is the sky?" and his answers were akin to "I just learned how to tie my shoes." His answers just showed that he didn't understand the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/110123286460951762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=110123286460951762&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110123286460951762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110123286460951762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/11/anyone-other-than-myself-see-ron_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-110123279204818611</id><published>2004-11-23T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T09:59:52.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Anyone other than myself see Ron Artest on the Today show this morning? If there was ever proof that education is failing it was in his inability to form a complete sentence or answer a question correctly.I mean this guy was getting questions like "what color is the sky?" and his answers were akin to "I just learned how to tie my shoes." His answers just showed that he didn't understand the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/110123279204818611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=110123279204818611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110123279204818611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110123279204818611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/11/anyone-other-than-myself-see-ron.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-110088415475734944</id><published>2004-11-19T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T09:35:56.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Talk about moral superiority....The good ol' GOP has just repealed a rule allowing Tom DeLay to continue to be House Majority leader despite his being indicted on felony charges. I can't believe this. How can you pretend to push morals in America when this is how you act? I guess i need some convincing that this is morally justified. Coming from a party touting their morals I would think they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/110088415475734944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=110088415475734944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110088415475734944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110088415475734944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/11/talk-about-moral-superiority.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-110088085463641326</id><published>2004-11-19T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-19T08:14:14.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I was browsing the net and found this hilarious take on Red states Vs. Blue states. Just great and the author makes good points and backs them up with links in the text. Go on over and give it a read.http://fuckthesouth.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/110088085463641326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=110088085463641326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110088085463641326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110088085463641326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-i-was-browsing-net-and-found-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-110079927987479018</id><published>2004-11-18T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:34:39.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I don't understand anything anymore. This Desperate Housewives Promo has gotten way out of hand. Sure, I understand that you don't want your children to see naked women. I also understand that you have the right to complain about what is on T.V. just as much as I do (do we really need 3 CSI shows and 3 Law and Orders?). However, where are you when the news shows the clip every five </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/110079927987479018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=110079927987479018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110079927987479018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110079927987479018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-guess-i-dont-understand-anything.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-110079770015522531</id><published>2004-11-18T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T09:08:20.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>just checking</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/110079770015522531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=110079770015522531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110079770015522531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/110079770015522531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/11/just-checking.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-109639075959681324</id><published>2004-09-28T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T09:59:19.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so i had a really angry entry about the election and Ann Coulter, but somehow during the publishing process it was lost. Oh well, I am sure it wasn't as smart as i thought it was.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/109639075959681324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=109639075959681324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/109639075959681324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/109639075959681324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/09/ok-so-i-had-really-angry-entry-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-109578611289211719</id><published>2004-09-21T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T10:01:52.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am coming back</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/109578611289211719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=109578611289211719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/109578611289211719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/109578611289211719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-am-coming-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-109578607555607134</id><published>2004-09-21T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T10:01:15.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh my God I still have an active blog.......it has been 2 freakin years! anyway I needed to voice an opinion about things......Ann Coulter (Fox news hottie):OK so she may be the hottest looking news anchor I have ever seen, but she is so far to the right that we can't trust anything she says.From the September 7 edition of FOX News Channel's Hannity &amp; Colmes:COULTER: I think it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/109578607555607134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=109578607555607134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/109578607555607134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/109578607555607134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2004/09/oh-my-god-i-still-have-active-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-82104207</id><published>2002-09-25T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-25T10:57:50.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>School started back up and I have been a little busier this year than last. I am trying to plan a wedding and things of that nature. I have been out of town for 3 or maybe 4 weekends straight. It gets to be a little much at times. I was thinking the other day (yesterday) that I am going to have to leave the city of Chicago. It is killing me. I need to live next to a park and have a pond in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/82104207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=82104207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/82104207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/82104207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/09/school-started-back-up-and-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-80445103</id><published>2002-08-19T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-19T14:14:40.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dan came up last week and we recorded some excellent stuff. 2 great songs of his "Shipwreck song" and "The Ballad of Justin Grim" just great stuff. I think we are going to try and do a few more later this week if we can fit it in. I like doing songs for other people. This way it isn't my songwriting on display and only my backing vocals are to be laughed at. It felt good to do nothing other than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/80445103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=80445103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/80445103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/80445103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/08/dan-came-up-last-week-and-we-recorded.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-80218468</id><published>2002-08-13T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T22:05:42.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am currently trying to upload a small collection of songs that I recorded last winter (2001) something I like to call the "Getting Cold E.P." Only 3 songs but they are all dear to my heart. long story for each of them as they have been around sometime before I got the divine intervention which led me to finishing them. "Winterthick", "Baby's Lullaby", "Little Turtle". A display of my 4-track </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/80218468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=80218468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/80218468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/80218468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/08/i-am-currently-trying-to-upload-small.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-80149689</id><published>2002-08-12T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-12T12:18:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome back you faithful few. I have made the upgrade to DSL, moved to a nicer apartment, and I am now ready to broadcast full-time. check back soon.....I promise</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/80149689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=80149689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/80149689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/80149689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/08/welcome-back-you-faithful-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-78633179</id><published>2002-07-06T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-06T18:39:33.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here chillin at Phil's house recording some tracks for our ultra ghetto fabulous demo. Fun times preending you are a real rock and roller. In other news I am going to try out (I guess that is what you call it) for the punk band in Chicago namedThe Symptoms. The need another guitar player so maybe that will be me. Time to go produce or whatever it is I do when Phil plays.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/78633179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=78633179&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/78633179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/78633179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/07/here-chillin-at-phils-house-recording.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-78191781</id><published>2002-06-25T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-25T13:23:17.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came to the conclusion not too long ago that I am going to put no more money into my car. I don't care how big of an oil leak, coolant leak, hole, rust, dent, etc.....I am putting no more money into it. Today while driving it seemed odd to know that I was going to let her die like that. Every song that came on the radio sounded like the last one I would ever hear. Odd feeling. I can't really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/78191781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=78191781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/78191781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/78191781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/06/i-came-to-conclusion-not-too-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-77900217</id><published>2002-06-18T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T12:02:50.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok I thought I had seen some bad ideas for bands, but this one take the cake, a Creed Tribute Band. Not only is being in a tribute band pretty low on the food chain but a tribute band to these fakes? wow maybe i need to get out more....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/77900217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=77900217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77900217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77900217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/06/ok-i-thought-i-had-seen-some-bad-ideas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-77886898</id><published>2002-06-18T06:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-18T06:06:20.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a dream last night that I went to a bar with a strip club in the back. I went with, (check out this cast of characters) Brian, Josh, Jeremy, and Sean Rhea......Sean Rhea??? I haven't heard anything about him for years and there we were looking at naked girls, drinking beer, and running out on a HUGE bar fight, all while carrying Kerri's bass guitar.....yikes....sorry this post sucks....look</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/77886898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=77886898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77886898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77886898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/06/i-had-dream-last-night-that-i-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-77651505</id><published>2002-06-12T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T06:10:00.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OK i need help and know the people that read this are smart....For Kerri's birthday she wants a Camera. The only instruction she gave me was tha tit had to be Manual and Automatic Focus.......any suggestions? I want to get something good but in a reasonable price range ($300 or so). anyone have any ideas?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/77651505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=77651505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77651505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77651505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/06/ok-i-need-help-and-know-people-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-77574683</id><published>2002-06-10T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T11:39:07.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEW! it is a warm one! I am dying sittin gin here I know I have so much stuff to do at home! I need to stop by the Metro and get tickets for Wednesday (Trans Am), Make an appointment to look at apartments, buy Kerri's birthday present, call about my student loans, yuck......I wen tclimbing this weekend down at Unlikely wall. Pretty small place, only about 20 climbs but it is usually empty and I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/77574683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=77574683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77574683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77574683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/06/whew-it-is-warm-one-i-am-dying-sittin.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-77329400</id><published>2002-06-04T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-04T06:28:04.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so proud of my friend Myke. I have always thought he was one of the best drummers in the universe and I was always sad that we could never find the right time to be in a band together. Now he is in a band down in Florida that may soon be getting national attention. go check them out: Immix</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/77329400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=77329400&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77329400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77329400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/06/i-am-so-proud-of-my-friend-myke.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-77295546</id><published>2002-06-03T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T11:53:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I fell flatered. Adam over at Organic Mechanic has not only made a cute little banner for the Prozak Kittens website, but also uploaded one of our songs (Lost inside the Red) to his website. I am all a blush. Thanks Adam, you make me feel appreciated. Now I feel that that muct be the next song that gets the upgrade to protools. I really like that song. I wrote it with my friend Phillip Morgan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/77295546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=77295546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77295546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77295546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/06/i-fell-flatered.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-77295461</id><published>2002-06-03T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-03T11:16:19.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I fell flatered. Adam over at Organic Mechanic has not only made a cute little banner for the Prozak Kittens website, but also uploaded one of our songs (Lost inside the Red) to his website. I am all a blush. Thanks Adam, you make me feel appreciated. Now I feel that that muct be the next song that gets the upgrade to protools. I really like that song. I wrote it with my friend Phillip Morgan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/77295461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=77295461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77295461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77295461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/06/i-fell-flatered_03.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-77186038</id><published>2002-05-31T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-31T08:44:51.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Yesterday I got so old I felt like I could die" ---Robert SmithOk so it wasn't quite that dramatic, but yesterday I did turn 23. It was an excellent day. Good dinner, good cake, good presents, and good weather. Got a lot of climbing stuff, and I am dying to head back to the mountains.In music news I did in fact go to see the pillowmints on Wednesday and they were just boring as hell. None of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/77186038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=77186038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77186038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77186038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/05/yesterday-i-got-so-old-i-felt-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-77110391</id><published>2002-05-29T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T11:48:03.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weather is finally getting nice outside and I really am enjoyng it. Time to start looking for a new apartment. Even though I really dislike my place it will be sad to see it go. went for a good run yesterday. Over the weekend Kerri and I found a place to get married at and set a date. either june 21st or 28th of 2003. Crazy stuff. I got a number to call to drum for this band they are just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/77110391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=77110391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77110391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/77110391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/05/weather-is-finally-getting-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-76851095</id><published>2002-05-22T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-22T12:21:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am just lazy. no excuse. Time to go be lazy some more</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/76851095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=76851095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76851095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76851095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/05/i-am-just-lazy.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-76543402</id><published>2002-05-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T11:28:58.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have to get my car fixed and this means that I will have to be ridding the bus to work the next few days and that fucking sucks. Ridding it is normally cool and it makes me feel environmently friendly, but when you have to ride it in and out of the ghetto it is a little shady and just bad.  I was told when I got my oil changed last time that my CV boots were torn (whatever those are) so I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/76543402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=76543402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76543402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76543402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/05/i-have-to-get-my-car-fixed-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-76505124</id><published>2002-05-13T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T12:24:31.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing but days and days of rain. I read somewhere (maybe on a friends weblog if so sorry i can't remember) that the only thing worse than having a job is looking for one. I totally hate looking for a job. Having to get all my shit together so I can send them all what they need, and you know it is never the same list of shit. Just gets me down..............</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/76505124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=76505124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76505124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76505124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/05/nothing-but-days-and-days-of-rain.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-76271105</id><published>2002-05-07T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T11:46:30.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am going to a Cubs game tonight! Kerri emailed me and told me she got tickets to tonights game. How cool is that! and the game starts at 7 so i can still workout before the game! I hear it is going to rain though. oh well...........</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/76271105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=76271105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76271105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76271105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/05/i-am-going-to-cubs-game-tonight-kerri.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-76129290</id><published>2002-05-03T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T12:30:44.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok listen to this load of dung: Last night was Parent teacher conference night at my high school. As we were all sitting waiting for the parents to come to us the journalism teacher began to pass out the new issue of the school paper. I thought nothing of it and began to read. about 20 minutes later I see our bitch of a principal running around asking everyone "Where did you get that! Who gave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/76129290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=76129290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76129290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76129290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/05/ok-listen-to-this-load-of-dung-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-76085141</id><published>2002-05-02T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T10:07:47.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is parent teacher conference day! oh boy! i bet i see a total of 10 parents and sit there for 6 hours being bored. I had a good late morning. I didn't have to be at school until 12 (i have to stay till 6) so I watched the Cure greatest hits DVD and more of the Today show than I have seen in a long time (Katie Couric is hot!). Nothing really smart to say today. Kids remember don't drink and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/76085141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=76085141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76085141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76085141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/05/today-is-parent-teacher-conference-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-76046129</id><published>2002-05-01T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T10:54:20.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was feeling a little sick last night and I hate that. I have to be weak like that. So instead of sitting around all day feeling bad I made myself run 2 miles and lift weights. That seemed to do the trick. When I got home i felt like a million damn dollars. Lesson learned? Never slow down. Be like a shark always move foreward.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/76046129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=76046129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76046129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76046129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/05/i-was-feeling-little-sick-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-76009430</id><published>2002-04-30T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T12:04:50.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where in the hell did Andrew WK come from? two weks ago no one knew his name and now he is everywhere. I first heard him and totally hated it. what was this joker doing with blood all over his face yelling about partying  over a cheap guitar riff? I went to a semi-"punker" club in Wisconsin last week and all these crazy punk rockers who (according to the punk rock ethoes) aren't allowed to like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/76009430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=76009430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76009430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76009430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/where-in-hell-did-andrew-wk-come-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-76008039</id><published>2002-04-30T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T11:19:22.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was great. Kerri and I laid down 4 news songs in a kind of coffee shop performance that took place in my bedroom. "tonite, everyone loves you" "The Stars Fall" "Bottle Rockets and Rayguns" and finally, "highway 65" (was that a bob Dylan song???) it was a super cool time. wow don't they all have long ass titles? Phil is coming up this weekend and we are hopefully going to finish some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/76008039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=76008039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76008039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/76008039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/last-night-was-great.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75971739</id><published>2002-04-29T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T11:59:29.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday Kerri and I had a hilarious conversation about something. I was going to post it here like some oter blogging tpye folks do so I could seem whitty but,  I can't remember what it was. It was funny too. Kinda like that one time when you guys all did that one thing. Remember that? Dude! the fucking rocked! Yea, and then i looked over at you and you were like totally laughing! and I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75971739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75971739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75971739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75971739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/yesterday-kerri-and-i-had-hilarious.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75857194</id><published>2002-04-26T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T11:48:28.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went to the Metro last night to meet a friend (Luis) and see a band that his friend is in. I was mortified. I stayed for 3 bands and they all sounded so boring! Nothing original came out of them. After one too many Godsmack and Creed impersonations I left. I would tell you their names but i forgot them all. Actually i wouldn't tell you even if I knew. any press is good press so even if I trash </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75857194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75857194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75857194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75857194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-went-to-metro-last-night-to-meet.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75809265</id><published>2002-04-25T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T07:35:35.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All the shirts I wear to school are wrinkled. I haqve NEVER ironed any of them in the year and half that I have been wearing them to teach in. I think I need to iron them. I feel like a bum. Weddings suck to plan just to let everyone know. Should I just Elope to Hawaii? I think so.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75809265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75809265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75809265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75809265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/all-shirts-i-wear-to-school-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75736470</id><published>2002-04-23T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T12:18:13.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"and when the music started, she just slipped away"                                                        --Neil YoungI spent spring break recording and really had a good go at it. I played a shit load of drums and actually am getting ok at it. I put drum tracks to "Special", "Ghost Song", and "Sci-Fi" which I fucked up because the verse is too short. I was excited because this was the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75736470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75736470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75736470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75736470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/and-when-music-started-she-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75695057</id><published>2002-04-22T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-22T11:44:02.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring break was too good. I am so out of this school. There is no way in fuck I am coming back here. Poverty breeds such ignorance and I can't stand to face it everyday. It breaks my fucking heart.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75695057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75695057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75695057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75695057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/spring-break-was-too-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75321781</id><published>2002-04-12T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T04:58:05.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well spring break is here. I have to go to work today but no kids will be there. Time to enjoy things. I would like to learn how to use Pro-Tools a lot better. right now it is just a digital 8-track. I don't know how to do any off the cool stuff with it. Cd Player: Prince "Housequake" from "Sign of the Times"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75321781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75321781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75321781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75321781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/well-spring-break-is-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75243334</id><published>2002-04-10T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T11:53:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night Kerri and I went to the movies and saw "The Rookie". What a great story!  Just an inspiration. Cheesy as it may be it was fun to sit through and experience the emotions.....Two days ago it was raingin so hard that The city was lost. I looked up and there was no Sears Tower, no Hancock Building, nothing. The whole city covered in the mist of a rainstorm. Quite amazing...."Through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75243334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75243334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75243334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75243334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/last-night-kerri-and-i-went-to-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75213802</id><published>2002-04-09T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T11:59:21.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have started the process of writing something. I say something because I highly doubt that I have the attetntion span required to write something as large as a novel. As far back as I can remember I have wanted to be a writer. In first grade I remember wanting to write books about dinosaurs. How odd that I would still want the same thing as my first grade self? Thanks for all the comments, it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75213802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75213802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75213802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75213802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-have-started-process-of-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75172034</id><published>2002-04-08T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-08T11:53:25.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the Sparta/Thursday show was sold out Friday so i was left with nothing to do but drink. Too bad I really wanted to see both of them. I can't find the damn Sparta E.P. Anywhere. I am begining to think that Reckless Records (think the store in HIgh Fidelity but for punk rockers as a matter of fact it is less than a block from where High Fidelity was actually shot) is useless. THey never have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75172034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75172034&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75172034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75172034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/well-spartathursday-show-was-sold-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-75083410</id><published>2002-04-05T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T12:11:01.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Was I the only one who couldn't publish my blog yesterday becaue of a full server? More importantly.....RANDY you fuckin rule!!!! I like the new picture. Well Happy Birthday. I hope it is a good one!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/75083410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=75083410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75083410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/75083410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/was-i-only-one-who-couldnt-publish-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11462442</id><published>2002-04-04T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-04T11:59:16.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have an exciting new crop of songs being born. The music is good and the vocals are comign along. My problem seems to be that I am too excited about recording them to actually write good lyrics. I can't point to any of my songs that have good lyrics and that makes me sad. Dan writes good lyrics. I have always felt I could write at a fairly intelligent level but, it seems nothing is coming my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11462442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11462442&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11462442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11462442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-have-exciting-new-crop-of-songs.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11424461</id><published>2002-04-03T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-03T12:17:26.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was reading out loud to my class today and i thought that i heard a lawn mower. I got so excited that I started tapping ym fooot on the ground because it was either that or i jump out of my skin. I have spring fever so  bad. Even though it is snowing today i can't help but long for the heat and the rain of spring.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11424461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11424461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11424461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11424461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/04/i-was-reading-out-loud-to-my-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11237203</id><published>2002-03-28T20:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T20:43:00.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen may I give you The Digital Ghosts Go check out my self-indulgence.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11237203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11237203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11237203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11237203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/ladies-and-gentlemen-may-i-give-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11224613</id><published>2002-03-28T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T13:51:32.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man I sure wish i was better at HTML. That shit is hard! LOL anyone know why my shit is slanting as it goes down????</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11224613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11224613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/man-i-sure-wish-i-was-better-at-html.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11224575</id><published>2002-03-28T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T13:45:58.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11224575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11224575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11224467</id><published>2002-03-28T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T13:42:38.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what the hell?!!?!?!?!?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11224467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11224467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/what-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11224439</id><published>2002-03-28T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T13:41:53.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow I am fucking things up left and right here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11224439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11224439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/wow-i-am-fucking-things-up-left-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11224208</id><published>2002-03-28T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T13:34:20.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Can I get a hell ya? (comments are back and I love them all!)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11224208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11224208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11224208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/can-i-get-hell-ya-comments-are-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11158794</id><published>2002-03-26T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-26T18:56:23.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am trying to pimp out this older Mac G3 that Kerri got from her Dad and I am having a problem making choices....Should I go ahead and buy the $100 firewire/USB card or just settle for the $30 USB card???? Choices.........On another note...I have been buying CD's on impulse lately. I got the new White Stripes album and I have yet to really feel it if you know what I mean. I was anticipating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11158794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11158794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11158794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11158794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/i-am-trying-to-pimp-out-this-older-mac.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11120253</id><published>2002-03-25T17:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T17:54:18.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kerri and I were watching TV and realized that her Capital One credit card is not a Capital One NO HASSLE card. We were horrified to realize that this means that if monkeys steal her card she has to pay for everything they buy!!!! oh the horror!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11120253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11120253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11120253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11120253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/kerri-and-i-were-watching-tv-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11108630</id><published>2002-03-25T12:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T12:12:33.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11108630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11108630&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11108630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11108630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11108492</id><published>2002-03-25T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T12:08:37.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Did my comment box work?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11108492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11108492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11108492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11108492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/did-my-comment-box-work.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-11108253</id><published>2002-03-25T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T12:01:35.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And it was a good day in the ghetto. I didn't even have to use my AK, I have to say it was a good day.......It is snowing again, I am just dumbstruck! I was trying to talk with a student of mine, but he has such a short attention span that he could even get past me saying his name before he was off talking and looking the other way. All of my students live too fast. It kills me to see them live </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/11108253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=11108253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11108253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/11108253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/and-it-was-good-day-in-ghetto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-10979546</id><published>2002-03-21T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T12:05:25.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been a long time eh? I haven't been very inspired by my own words lately. Sometimes I just lovce to hear myself talk and see myself write, but lately I haven't. It snowed today. Funny seeing as how yesterday was the first day of spring. The ghost horse of winter just doesn't want to let go does he? his icy mane whips around one more time.........I haven't written a good song in ages and I almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/10979546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=10979546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/10979546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/10979546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/03/been-long-time-eh-i-havent-been-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-10246511</id><published>2002-02-28T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-28T18:24:50.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The band (if you can still call the Prozak Kittens a band) has been working on doing a version of Shawna. I recently got Pro Tools on my iBook and we wanted to try it out. I did my parts then I took it to Phil's place in Lafayette (laptops rule!) and then today I spent an hour trying to record the drum part. I found a cool trick. If you program the drums on a drum machine and then double them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/10246511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=10246511&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/10246511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/10246511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/02/band-if-you-can-still-call-prozak.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-10210792</id><published>2002-02-27T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-27T20:13:01.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey kids, Rock and Roll....Rock On Fuck your soul.......There are actually a lot of new bands that are getting some decent radio play that I think may be ok. There has been so much shit on the radio lately. I mean what does anyone with any taste at all in music care about Creed, Lincoln Park, or (insert rap/ neu-metal band here). Some bands that i think actually have a chance at makeing some cool</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/10210792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=10210792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/10210792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/10210792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/02/hey-kids-rock-and-roll.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-9907438</id><published>2002-02-19T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T19:22:17.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are in a fight for your life...Who's got the keys?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/9907438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=9907438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/9907438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/9907438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/02/you-are-in-fight-for-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-9907384</id><published>2002-02-19T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-19T19:21:09.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am constantly pushing friends away. I have done so since the day I was born I think. I guess I can't let anyone get too close. What part of me was so damaged? I am never good enough for anyone in my own mind. I need to escape the ignorance and poverty and stupidity that is Austin High School. I think these kids are going to take all the love I have for teaching and turn it into hate for them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/9907384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=9907384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/9907384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/9907384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/02/i-am-constantly-pushing-friends-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-9769919</id><published>2002-02-15T13:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-02-15T13:41:59.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Despair, and yet Love. Empty and full. So goes the life of a Gemini</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/9769919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=9769919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/9769919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/9769919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/02/despair-and-yet-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-8374778</id><published>2002-01-03T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-01-03T07:35:26.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lately the music has been moving in Sine waves and I have been moving in whatever that square shaped wave is. I haven't been able to feel it, to latch on to the current. I need to find the beautiful words that carry me alongIn the CD player:Wilco "Being There"  Amazing! The guy at the record store said "yea these guys are great, but it is an aquired taste" After listening to it all I can think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/8374778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=8374778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/8374778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/8374778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2002/01/lately-music-has-been-moving-in-sine.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-7646120</id><published>2001-12-04T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-12-04T15:17:50.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I lent my 4-track to Phil (dsledman.blogspot.com) so now I have to compose in my mental notebook. This could actually be good because I think that lately I have been jumping to record too fast. I need to let the ideas brew in my mind. If I forget them, then they were good enough to remember anyway. If the author can't remember the tune how can he expect others too? I finally got around to putting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/7646120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=7646120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/7646120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/7646120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/12/i-lent-my-4-track-to-phil-dsledman.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-6797740</id><published>2001-11-01T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2001-11-01T16:09:14.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is absolutley unbelievable how much music can infect me. I turn into this hideously sick creature that can do nothing but act out the great rock opera. Every note burns and cuts me. Memories of days gone by flood my simple mind till I am near the brink of burnout. In my CD Player---Smashing Pumpkins "Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness" (go listen to Jellybelly)Nirvana "From the Banks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/6797740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=6797740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/6797740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/6797740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/11/it-is-absolutley-unbelievable-how-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-6468115</id><published>2001-10-19T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-10-19T14:14:56.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been compiling a list of all the songs that I have written. It is sort of a patting myself on the back thing, but I am a lead singer. I came up with 42 recorded songs. I have other stuff recorded but it is either duplicates or live band preactices/shows, or stuff that never went anywhere past the embryonic stage. It made me feel good. I have been ona good role lately, using two riffs that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/6468115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=6468115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/6468115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/6468115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/10/i-have-been-compiling-list-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-5789245</id><published>2001-09-19T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-19T14:37:00.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was looking through my journals today and it amazes me how many songs I have started to write and maybe even finished, that no one will ever hear because I have abandonded them. They are my children, a part of my soul and it seems that no matter how long I have been away from them I can still sing them. I can still feel them. They were a part of me that needed to be free and I still can't get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/5789245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=5789245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5789245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5789245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/09/i-was-looking-through-my-journals.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-5627756</id><published>2001-09-11T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-11T17:56:57.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believe in America. In some insane way, even though they lie to me every day, I still believe, deep down, in the story book theory of America as a city on upon a hill. My Empathy runs deep tonite. The ghosts are going to be mad tonite.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/5627756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=5627756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5627756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5627756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/09/i-believe-in-america.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-5560365</id><published>2001-09-08T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-08T10:55:09.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think there is a certain romantic quality to taking public transportation in a city such as Chicago (which I now call home). The feel and power of ridding the "L" to work everyday is something is terrible and amazing at the same time. I can feel the hopes and dreams of the people who built it and those that dreampt that one day people wouldn't need cars to live in the city. My trip to work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/5560365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=5560365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5560365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5560365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/09/i-think-there-is-certain-romantic.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-5526431</id><published>2001-09-06T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-06T15:43:05.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The lack of money seems to reduce people to an almost ferral level at times. I have read stories about Henry Rollins stealing food from peoples plates as they get up to leave. It turns into a game of survival. Who has time for the arts when you have no food on your table?   I just started teaching two days ago (but don't tell my students they think i have been doing this for years). And whenever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/5526431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=5526431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5526431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5526431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/09/lack-of-money-seems-to-reduce-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-5461441</id><published>2001-09-03T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-03T14:46:29.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow! Two posts in two days, something must be wrong eh?Things are falling into place. Chicago is truley a city of neighborhoods. I feel almost at home here. and yet somehow, when i go to the more northeast side of the city I  feel like a stranger. Different people and different bars. funny how that works. I am glad to have musical direction again. I was ready to give it all up until this weekend</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/5461441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=5461441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5461441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5461441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/09/wow-two-posts-in-two-days-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-5447836</id><published>2001-09-02T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-09-02T20:56:09.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After many monthes of desperately trying to hold on to something I found it. Dan came up this weekend(and is standing over my shoulder making me write) and we played some loud train wreck music. Kerri was quite the good sport putting up with our noise. Her bass playing has really come a long way. It is good to have someone else to sing. We again need a real drummer. I tried at the begining of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/5447836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=5447836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5447836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5447836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/09/after-many-monthes-of-desperately.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-5294941</id><published>2001-08-25T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-25T14:38:46.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>been forever since I posted, but got the net hooked up my new Chicago apt. so I guess I am back to a more frequent post regimine. It has been weeks since I have been excited about anything dealing with music. I even had a week long stint where I wasnted to sell all my stuff and never play music again. I was feeling burned out. So i just walked away, did touch a guitar for 3 weeks (except when i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/5294941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=5294941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5294941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5294941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/08/been-forever-since-i-posted-but-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-5107719</id><published>2001-08-15T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-08-15T11:01:16.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I moved to chicago 2 weeks ago and am still without internet. I am now in alab at Purdue waiting for an office to open up so i can get something signed. I just accepted a teaching position in Chicago. I need to find a new band if anyone knows anyone in Chicago let me know. gotta get going. I have to pee.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/5107719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=5107719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5107719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/5107719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/08/well-i-moved-to-chicago-2-weeks-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4690253</id><published>2001-07-23T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-23T13:50:00.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A funny thing about independence:I went to the grocery store and post office today. All by myself like a big boy. It always feels good to go out alone and get things done. you feel independent. However, what made me feel the best was when I was in line and I bought a box of candy (Mike and Ike's Orange cream....yum yum). For some reason this made me feel like I was living for myself and not the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4690253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4690253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4690253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4690253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/07/funny-thing-about-independence-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4643639</id><published>2001-07-20T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-20T12:54:33.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am packing my whole life into boxes. I didn't realize it was so large. I have too much stuff and feel too materialistic. It's raining and I want to go home. Then I ask myself, "where is that exactly". And I throw another t-shirt in the box. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4643639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4643639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4643639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4643639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/07/i-am-packing-my-whole-life-into-boxes.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4626152</id><published>2001-07-19T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-07-19T14:13:11.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My life is spinning out of control and no matter how hard i try is unravels right in front of my eyes. right out of my hands.  spinning like a gyre in an electric storm. no matter how together i seem i am far from the land and therefore far from sanity. lost at sea. don't bother me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4626152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4626152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4626152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4626152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/07/my-life-is-spinning-out-of-control-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4213789</id><published>2001-06-23T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-23T21:05:08.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my trip to Chicago was mostly bad (as described below) but I did get to see Poe at the House of Blues (for FREE!) I would totally recomend her latest release "Haunted" it is wonderfully well for lack of a better word, haunting. She uses tapes of her dead father talking along a little girl voce to move from track to track and it is amazing. not to mention she writes wonderful songs and sings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4213789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4213789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4213789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4213789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/so-my-trip-to-chicago-was-mostly-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4213651</id><published>2001-06-23T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-23T20:52:24.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Empathy is a blessing and a curse of mine. Empathy is why I love the music. I feel every word they say deeper than I could ever imagine. Empathy is why I wanted to cry with every step I took on the south side of Chicago. I felt the beat down hope of those tired people and I wanted to do something, but not know what i just kept walking in the rain and I took off my tie. A cumbersome thing. and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4213651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4213651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4213651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4213651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/empathy-is-blessing-and-curse-of-mine.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4128555</id><published>2001-06-18T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-18T13:45:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>K Composite Magazine  This magazine rules! Amazing photography and writing! It makes us normal people seem interesting and beautiful.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4128555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4128555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4128555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4128555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/k-composite-magazine-this-magazine.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4127897</id><published>2001-06-18T13:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-18T13:02:32.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just as I was thinking how fucked up our government is to allow the death penalty, I went down to check my mail and recieved my tax return check. Late as hell, but still cash money in my hand from the man. And I will cash it no problem. is that wrong?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4127897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4127897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4127897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4127897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/just-as-i-was-thinking-how-fucked-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4127472</id><published>2001-06-18T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-18T12:32:01.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>job interviews, real life, it all seems so fast and messy. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4127472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4127472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4127472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4127472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/job-interviews-real-life-it-all-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4055976</id><published>2001-06-13T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-13T14:58:20.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am currently reading "A breif History of Time" by Stephen Hawkings. Crazy stuff! Did you know......"Only light, and other waves that have no intrinsic mass can move at the speed of light"?????? Wow if only i had known that I wouldn't have worried all those years about what would happen if a car was driving at light speed and turned its headlights on. Wow all those wasted years.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4055976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4055976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4055976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4055976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/i-am-currently-reading-breif-history.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-4055882</id><published>2001-06-13T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-13T14:53:45.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ahhhh the job search continues...I have an interview set up next wednesday in Chicago. Not with any particular school, but a recruiter who will help me look. That is a definate step in the right direction. I was feeling horrible today until I finaly got a hold of someone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/4055882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=4055882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4055882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/4055882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/ahhhh-job-search-continues.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3973049</id><published>2001-06-07T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-07T18:29:35.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh yea i forgot my email adress isn't on here!!! here it is: bo_ledman@yahoo.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3973049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3973049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3973049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3973049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/oh-yea-i-forgot-my-email-adress-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3958265</id><published>2001-06-06T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-06T19:37:06.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ooops....guess I forgot to finsh the story of the band....ah it sucked anyway, if someone emails me about it i will post the rest (sort of a test to see if anyone is reading).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3958265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3958265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3958265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3958265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/ooops.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3958251</id><published>2001-06-06T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-06-06T19:35:51.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I haven't blogged in awhile but my computer is down and I have to use my roommates. not that anyone reads this anyway but I am still here for those who care. I had a good dinnertonite. Kerri and cooked ham, mashed potatoes, and corn. We would have had bicuits but we burned them. Sometimes I feel like my life is going from one meal to the next. Nothing important happens inbetween. On a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3958251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3958251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3958251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3958251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/06/i-know-i-havent-blogged-in-awhile-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3776203</id><published>2001-05-24T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-24T07:56:10.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well it seems dues to geographical differences my band is coming to an end. I have spent the last few days writing about it so here is the history of the Prozak Kittens......We were pretty serious, but I knew we were in different places with life. I knew that once summer hit things would c hange and our wonerful band would disentegrate. I say disentegrate because that is exactly how it happened.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3776203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3776203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3776203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3776203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/05/well-it-seems-dues-to-geographical.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3767693</id><published>2001-05-23T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-23T16:13:47.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyday when I read the newspaper I wonder, will the world ever recover from the presidency of Ronald Reagan? 8 years of neglect to Mother Earth.  Today i read something funny in the paper about good ol' Ronny, "He coule be considered the rightful father of the SUV." Don't even get me started about how bad those things are (can you believe 12 miles to the gallon and people still buy them!!!!) I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3767693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3767693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3767693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3767693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/05/everyday-when-i-read-newspaper-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3733413</id><published>2001-05-21T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-21T14:20:43.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MSCL.COM   Rainy days make me want to curl up and watch re-runs of "My So-Called Life". I remember Phil's old room. I remember how we used to watch the re-runs on Mtv in there. The walls were covered with a horrible sponge painting experiment that our mother had tried (sorry mom). Such harsh primary blue and green. The triangles never looke quite right. I remember his odd colored bedspread and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3733413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3733413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3733413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3733413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/05/mscl.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3733297</id><published>2001-05-21T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-21T14:13:00.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am afraid that if I don't leave now, I never will. One more year will do nothing more than strengthen bonds that are already hard to break as it is. My feet have been pured in concrete and even as i speak it hardens. One more year and I fear that I will be stuck here forever. This concrete prison school yard. Ivy chokes out the light, and the cement keeps out the heat. Cold and dead on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3733297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3733297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3733297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3733297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/05/i-am-afraid-that-if-i-dont-leave-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3693941</id><published>2001-05-18T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-18T14:01:30.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quote of the day....."How fortunate for those in power that the people don't think"--Adolf HitlerThink about that one.......</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3693941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3693941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3693941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3693941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/05/quote-of-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3682104</id><published>2001-05-17T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-17T18:54:38.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>lachrymologyhere is larger file with more on the subject if you are interested...(i am)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3682104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3682104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3682104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3682104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/05/lachrymologyhere-is-larger-file-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3682030</id><published>2001-05-17T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-17T18:49:52.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Here is something i found amazingly interesting. I took this from an FAQ on the band Tool:What's "lachrymology" and what does it have to do with Tool? It has been widely decided that "lachrymology," the science of crying as a therapy, is just another one of the elaborate wild tales Tool makes up in order to keep us (or them) entertained. But because they make so much mention of it, it is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3682030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3682030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3682030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3682030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/05/here-is-something-i-found-amazingly.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3681866</id><published>2001-05-17T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-17T18:39:56.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Polygamy 101I can not believe that some people still believe in stuff like this. It is amazing to me that the women in these situations don't see themselves as downgraded. if you only read one line from this stleast read the bottom....ok here i will wuote if for you...."And remember, polygamy is for women. Every polygamous marriage has more women in it than men!" wow what a mindset.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3681866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3681866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3681866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3681866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/05/polygamy-101i-can-not-believe-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3006211.post-3581471</id><published>2001-05-10T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2001-05-10T11:04:32.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Songwritting is something (for me) that just happens. and every time I get one in my head I think that is the best song ever written by me or anyone. so I grab my six-string and work feverishly until I get something that I can call a start. Usualy I have to be in my bedroom or some other secluded area. This way no one can hear me struggle through a song that isn't written (especially if I haven't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/feeds/3581471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3006211&amp;postID=3581471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3581471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3006211/posts/default/3581471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozak.blogspot.com/2001/05/songwritting-is-something-for-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Bo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
