<?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-654263380137380615</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:44:43.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random yet not so random thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>This is basically a blog about what I'm learning as I think either at work or in prayer.  Some of these thoughts will be funny and completely random yet some are going to be kind of heavy.  I hope for a lot of feed back whether it be good or bad.  Oh and I'm not the best writer either so let me know if I mess up.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Randomyetnotsorandomthought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911176155870473057</uri><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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-654263380137380615.post-8936598268231548810</id><published>2012-01-03T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:06:17.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless Nights in the Ghetto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's times like this when I wish I was in the country surrounded by nothing but silence, maybe the occasional cricket. &amp;nbsp;You see I have work tomorrow, and though I have to be up around seven, I'm still wide awake at one in the morning. &amp;nbsp;Going to bed at a reasonable hour sounds easy right? &amp;nbsp;Not for me. &amp;nbsp;I've got this problem, well not really a problem, more or less a skill I can't turn off. &amp;nbsp;I hear pretty much everything. &amp;nbsp;For instance tonight I decided I would go to sleep at eleven. &amp;nbsp;I'm laying down, I'm tired, I'm on the verge of falling asleep and then I hear it.... A car door slam shut down the road. &amp;nbsp;It's okay I'm still going to sleep, I'll just have to ignore it. &amp;nbsp;I'm calm, tired, eyes shutting when I hear something, except this something is followed by my dog getting up and barking frantically. &amp;nbsp;I quickly jump out of bed, grab my glasses, and check on everything. &amp;nbsp;Absolutely&amp;nbsp;nothing. &amp;nbsp;Back to bed, laying down, calming down, drifting away and.... &amp;nbsp;Barking Barking Barking. &amp;nbsp;Again I get up, walk to the window, check everything out and decide I'm going to stay up for a few minutes to find out what is going on. &amp;nbsp;I'm watching... waiting.... listening until I hear a crash. &amp;nbsp;I'm trying to find out where it came from while my dog freaks out, and I decide I'm going to sit and wait again. &amp;nbsp;Now I'm wide awake, I don't know where the noise came from but it has stopped, I'm waiting for my brain to fall asleep and that's why I'm writing this. &amp;nbsp;Good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654263380137380615-8936598268231548810?l=randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8936598268231548810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/restless-nights-in-ghetto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/8936598268231548810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/8936598268231548810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2012/01/restless-nights-in-ghetto.html' title='Restless Nights in the Ghetto'/><author><name>Randomyetnotsorandomthought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911176155870473057</uri><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-654263380137380615.post-2267877642769781216</id><published>2011-10-25T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:43:24.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parkour, ordinary people doing insanely awesome things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I’m an avid fan of Parkour and free running. &amp;nbsp;For those of you who don’t know what that is, well just go to you tube and look it up. &amp;nbsp;I tend to free run/parkour whenever I have the chance, minus the flips cause I don‘t want to break my neck. &amp;nbsp;I’ll break it down into simple math for you. &amp;nbsp;Extreme + dangerous + fun + adrenaline = parkour. &amp;nbsp;When I started doing this awesome activity I started slowly adding a new rule to my life. &amp;nbsp;It is jump first and think about it when it’s over. &amp;nbsp;Now I’m not saying go jump off a building and hope that you live because that isn‘t what it is about. &amp;nbsp;Parkour is about testing yourself and reaching your physical limit. &amp;nbsp;Bottom line is I’m a risk taker. &amp;nbsp;Here is where the life lesson comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;People are so afraid to take a risk nowadays. &amp;nbsp;Remember when you were a kid? &amp;nbsp;How carefree you were? &amp;nbsp;You felt invincible right? &amp;nbsp;What happened when we got older? &amp;nbsp;Why are we so afraid of bad things happening that we sit on a couch watching tv wondering what could have happened if we just took that chance, if we just said what we felt. &amp;nbsp;Here is where it all mixes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Parkour and free running are a lot like life. &amp;nbsp;There are times when your going to try something new and it is going to scare the crap out of you. &amp;nbsp;You‘re going to reach a point in which you are staring at a wall that you know you can get over, but your not sure about how your going to land. &amp;nbsp;It isn’t whether you land on your feet or on your butt, the real learning experience is taking the risk and learning from it knowing that you at least tried. &amp;nbsp;Story time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was my first time attempting parkour and I’m staring at this gap. &amp;nbsp;My jumping point was six feet higher then the part I was landing on and the distance was about eight feet. &amp;nbsp;Doesn’t seem like much now, but I was scared out of my mind. &amp;nbsp;I had chickened out two times already and before I had the chance to talk myself out of it the third time I ran full speed to the edge and went for it. &amp;nbsp;I hit the ground quickly tucking my body in so I could roll into a run. &amp;nbsp;It was awesome and now I handle it like I’ve done it all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had been in practice for a long time noticing a lot of problems. &amp;nbsp;Sitting back I wished someone would stand up and talk about what was going wrong. &amp;nbsp;I waited a little while longer hoping that it wouldn’t have to be me. &amp;nbsp;Practice is over and I’m walking away wondering how things could have gone if someone had stood up and said something. &amp;nbsp;The next day practice starts again. &amp;nbsp;I notice the same problems and decide to confront them. &amp;nbsp;Practice ends and I talk to the leaders. &amp;nbsp;Amazed at my willingness to bring the problems up they begin to work to make things better. &amp;nbsp;Those problems are now getting solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Both of these stories are true. &amp;nbsp;While every instance of my life hasn’t worked out like these two stories did, I’m happy to say that I have no regrets about trying something new. &amp;nbsp;You have the choice; sit around wondering what could have been, or do something and watch it happen in front of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654263380137380615-2267877642769781216?l=randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2267877642769781216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/parkour-ordinary-people-doing-insanely.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/2267877642769781216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/2267877642769781216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2011/10/parkour-ordinary-people-doing-insanely.html' title='Parkour, ordinary people doing insanely awesome things.'/><author><name>Randomyetnotsorandomthought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911176155870473057</uri><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-654263380137380615.post-6273956588734014690</id><published>2011-09-05T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T12:27:13.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Devotion...  Enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three kids. &amp;nbsp;All are invited to a party, and they all know that there will be alcohol at this party. &amp;nbsp;The first kid decides to go to the party because he has had a stressful week and he wants to relax and get away. &amp;nbsp;He ends up drinking so much that he eventually passes out by a toilet from puking his guts out. &amp;nbsp;The second kid decides to go along as well thinking that he will be fine. &amp;nbsp;He thinks that he won’t drink but is quickly talked into drinking. &amp;nbsp;He regrets this decision later. &amp;nbsp;The third kid on the other hand decided that he didn’t want to go to the party. &amp;nbsp;He knew that if he put himself in that sort of environment that his chance of drinking was higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Which kid are you? &amp;nbsp;Do you welcome in sinful behavior like the first kid? &amp;nbsp;Maybe you don’t welcome it but allow yourself to be put into situations that can cause you to sin. &amp;nbsp;You might not want it to happen but peer pressure is different when your put yourself in that position. &amp;nbsp;Are you kid two? &amp;nbsp;Maybe your kid three. &amp;nbsp;The kid that instead of putting himself into an environment that could cause a lot of pain and regret, decides that going home would be the best idea. &amp;nbsp;It might not be as fun but at least he won’t regret being able to remember what he did. &amp;nbsp;Here is the Bible’s take on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Proverbs 1:8-19 &amp;nbsp;“8 Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching. 9 They are a garland to grace your head and a chain to adorn your neck. &amp;nbsp;10 &amp;nbsp;My son, if sinful men entice you, do not give into them. &amp;nbsp;11 &amp;nbsp;If they say, “Come along with us; let’s lie in wait for innocent blood, let’s ambush some harmless soul; 12 &amp;nbsp;let’s swallow them alive like the grave, and whole like those who go down to the pit; &amp;nbsp;13 &amp;nbsp;we will get all sorts of valuable things and fill our houses with plunder; &amp;nbsp;14 &amp;nbsp;cast lots with us; we will all share the loot”-- &amp;nbsp;15 &amp;nbsp;my son, do not go along with them, do not set foot on their paths; &amp;nbsp;16 &amp;nbsp;for their feet rush into evil they are swift to shed blood. &amp;nbsp;17 &amp;nbsp;How useless to spread a net where every bird can see it! &amp;nbsp;18 &amp;nbsp;These men lie in wait for their own blood; they ambush only themselves! &amp;nbsp;19 &amp;nbsp;Such are the paths of all who go after ill-gotten gain; it takes away the life of those who get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why do we sin? &amp;nbsp;After asking many people ranging from men to women of all ages I’ve summarized most of there answers. &amp;nbsp;They either want the good feeling that comes after it and regret it later or they just don’t realize what’s happening until it’s to late. &amp;nbsp;The main reason is because they put themselves into situations that amplify the possibility for sin. &amp;nbsp;That raised another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Why do we put our selves in situations that would cause us to sin? &amp;nbsp;I know from counseling people that they want to test how strong we have become spiritually. &amp;nbsp;We try out certain situations to see how strong we are or how strong we are getting. &amp;nbsp;Most of the time we fail. &amp;nbsp;It’s like if your on a diet you wouldn’t go into a donut shop would you. &amp;nbsp;This leads to my final point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;How do we get away from sin? &amp;nbsp;Avoid it! &amp;nbsp;If your not put in that environment in the first place then you can’t do it. &amp;nbsp;Set boundaries for yourself, if you have a problem with drinking then maybe you should go to a bar. &amp;nbsp;If your addicted to pornography then don’t allow yourself to be alone. &amp;nbsp;Bottom line is that you do have the power to beat sin. &amp;nbsp;It’s whether you want to or not is your main problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654263380137380615-6273956588734014690?l=randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6273956588734014690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-devotion-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/6273956588734014690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/6273956588734014690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-devotion-enjoy.html' title='My Devotion...  Enjoy'/><author><name>Randomyetnotsorandomthought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911176155870473057</uri><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-654263380137380615.post-1838143624681609263</id><published>2011-08-19T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T23:19:27.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;This kid at a camp I worked a few weeks back had an amazing shirt that really got me thinking. &amp;nbsp;It said something along the lines of, "First they encouraged me to talk and walk, but now they tell me to shut up and sit down." &amp;nbsp;I remember saying, "Wow that is so true." &amp;nbsp;That is when I started to think about all the encounters I have had with parents and there children of all ages. &amp;nbsp;This is what I have found. &amp;nbsp;When your a baby your parents try to get you to walk and talk. &amp;nbsp;After that they want you to sit down and shut up. &amp;nbsp;As you get older they want you to stop being scared of the dark, yet they don't want you doing dangerous things. &amp;nbsp;They also tell you not to lie yet they do it right in front of you and don't even realize it. &amp;nbsp;Then you start to hit those pre-teen years and the real fun starts. &amp;nbsp;Your told to sit up straight and do what your told, but at the same time be different and don't follow everyone else. &amp;nbsp;You start to be different and then they tell you to act normal. &amp;nbsp;You hit high school and every one is telling you to grow up except the college kids who are telling you to enjoy your time there while you can. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, the point I'm trying to make is that everyone is going to try and get you to follow. &amp;nbsp;It's not until you step up and act as a leader that you will truly find your own way. &amp;nbsp;Cause lets face it. &amp;nbsp;No one is the same so make the most of what you have and stop taking the individuality out of kids. &amp;nbsp;I'm talking to you world and parents and pretty much everyone including myself. &amp;nbsp;I hope this helped. &amp;nbsp;Now my writers block is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654263380137380615-1838143624681609263?l=randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1838143624681609263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2011/08/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/1838143624681609263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/1838143624681609263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2011/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing up!!'/><author><name>Randomyetnotsorandomthought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911176155870473057</uri><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-654263380137380615.post-6494860782662697839</id><published>2011-07-04T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T15:39:00.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work+My Brain= Over thinking like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;While working I realized that a rake is basically combing the grass the leaves and trash left in the yard are like lice, a lawn mower is basically a hair trimmer, and I'm a hairstylist for a yard. &amp;nbsp;At that point and time of thinking this I ask myself well whats the gel and how does this grass/hair get washed and I get an even greater idea. &amp;nbsp;The grass gets washed by rain and it is molded and kept up by dead stuff. &amp;nbsp;Luckily I was finished with work and was asked to do something else which allowed me to stop thinking about the subject. &amp;nbsp;Bottom line I have a new title for my job, a yard stylist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654263380137380615-6494860782662697839?l=randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6494860782662697839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2011/07/workmy-brain-over-thinking-like-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/6494860782662697839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/6494860782662697839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2011/07/workmy-brain-over-thinking-like-this.html' title='Work+My Brain= Over thinking like this'/><author><name>Randomyetnotsorandomthought</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05911176155870473057</uri><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-654263380137380615.post-5045353255520213259</id><published>2011-07-02T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T20:10:07.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Complements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I was praying about a week ago and realized something amazing. &amp;nbsp;Again if I'm wrong please correct me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Women aren't complemented enough. &amp;nbsp;Now think about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When a girl is younger most likely they are complemented by there parents, and told how pretty they are. &amp;nbsp;Yet as that girl gets older she no longer seeks the approval of her parents, but instead the approval of girls her age or generally guys. &amp;nbsp;Since most guys think without there brain, but something else they decide to belittle and talk down most girls. &amp;nbsp;That causes that girl in most cases to not love herself and want to be like everyone else. &amp;nbsp;Thus, increasing the need for make up, a want and a need for love by others, and sexual promiscuity. &amp;nbsp;Which I think is why girls are getting knocked up at younger ages every year. &amp;nbsp;Hint hint (Sixteen and pregnant, Teen Mom) &amp;nbsp;Both shows about under aged girls who thought that if they slept with a guy they would be loved and half of the men leave. &amp;nbsp;So here is my solution. &amp;nbsp;Complements, guys need to really man up and complement women whenever possible. &amp;nbsp;I don't mean complement them so that you can benefit from it, but instead complement them so they feel better about themselves. &amp;nbsp;Guys please start thinking with your brain and heart not the other thing. &amp;nbsp;Just try it and enjoy the reaction of making someones day. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/654263380137380615-5045353255520213259?l=randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5045353255520213259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://randomyetnotsorandomthought.blogspot.com/2011/07/complements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/5045353255520213259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/654263380137380615/posts/default/5045353255520213259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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