<?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-14988143</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:06:50.821-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Capricious Beast</title><subtitle type='html'>The only way to comprehend the big picture is by placing greater importance on the small events of our lives. Sweating the small stuff is what makes us human. Although being a robot would be pretty fucking cool. And fezzes. Fezzes are cool.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coconutgringo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14988143/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coconutgringo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angel - Having a Nemesis</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14988143.post-4448390694151260148</id><published>2010-03-16T11:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T02:01:18.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made it here. Now I want to go there.There were 5 years worth of posts detailing a life that no longer exists here. A woman who has morphed into something different. Not much different, mind you, but different enough that reading the history seems odd. I don't like being a solid and defined creature. I am, after all, a capricious beast. I am also in the middle of a new project, an entity called</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14988143/posts/default/4448390694151260148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14988143/posts/default/4448390694151260148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coconutgringo.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-made-it-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Angel - Having a Nemesis</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></entry></feed>
