<?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-6331145</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:07:04.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MAIN BLOG</title><subtitle type='html'>WELCOME.  I'M BORED.  IF YOU'RE HERE - YOU MUST BE TOO.  LET'S BE BORED TOGETHER.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107854279213570786</id><published>2004-03-05T19:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T19:16:14.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attachment to phase II update</title><summary type='text'>Thus far the experiment has proceeded to the stage where I have successfully constructed my characters and begun interacting with individuals with them via my forum – an online role playing game. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107854279213570786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107854279213570786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107854279213570786' title='Attachment to phase II update'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107854268696140601</id><published>2004-03-05T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T19:14:29.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwing with Reality – Phase II Update</title><summary type='text'>Results:The goal of this project was always one of self-discovery, of understanding the way I form the perceptions I have and probing them. I wanted to know if it was possible to change the manner in which I think at will – not simply change the thoughts I have but the way I create them. It has been suggested in the course of this class that the web is a forum where people can create new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107854268696140601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107854268696140601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107854268696140601' title='Screwing with Reality – Phase II Update'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107818275801779232</id><published>2004-03-01T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T15:15:34.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Ground</title><summary type='text'>Watching TV today, as I usually do when I’m doing everything I can think of to do to procrastinate the things I have to do, I came across an interesting commercial that got me thinking about our discussion about Hacking/Surveillance and “Big Brother”. The commercial started out with a fat, white old guy with a beer in hand sitting on a lounge chair in a robe in his living room (First thought – “</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107818275801779232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107818275801779232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107818275801779232' title='Dangerous Ground'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107757784809536178</id><published>2004-02-23T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:13:35.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFINING AMBIGUITY</title><summary type='text'>When Art is born into this world we consider it art because it gives something back to us. It describes a journey, tells a story, says something about the world we live in or about us as people. Art has a message the artist is expressing through that art. Digital Art should and is just be an extension of that. Artists have been discovering new mediums of expression for hundreds of years, and with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107757784809536178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107757784809536178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757784809536178' title='DEFINING AMBIGUITY'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107757768292282342</id><published>2004-02-23T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T15:10:49.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The “Why Bother” kind of Art</title><summary type='text'>I find myself lost in a void of disulusionment, and bordom - trying to find something interesting to write. My typing skills really sucks so I am constantely pressing the backspace key and correcting myself, I seem to do that a lot for some reason, like what I want to say is on the tip of my tougue or brain but my mouth or fingers can never get it out right. I’m tired. Tired of having to come up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107757768292282342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107757768292282342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107757768292282342' title='The “Why Bother” kind of Art'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107715022825160973</id><published>2004-02-18T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:26:28.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cowards Way Out.</title><summary type='text'>Hypertext has got to be the biggest cop out and escape from a true author’s responsibility that I have ever heard of. The point of art, whether it be literature, art, music, film, is to comment on and push the boundaries of the world with live in. It is the responsibility of any author that respects their audience that they share something with the observer. To simply offer the potential for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107715022825160973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107715022825160973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107715022825160973' title='A Cowards Way Out.'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107714913298601745</id><published>2004-02-18T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:08:13.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwing with Reality – Phase 1 Update. </title><summary type='text'>Thus far the experiment has proceeded to the stage where I have successfully constructed my characters and begun interacting with individuals with them via my forum – an online role playing game. Results. The personalities I have constructed have proven to be much sharper contrasted then I originally presumed (I’m a better actor then I thought if I do say so myself). Much more can be conveyed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107714913298601745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107714913298601745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107714913298601745' title='Screwing with Reality – Phase 1 Update. '/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107585869511052933</id><published>2004-02-03T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T17:40:34.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Escape Into My Life. </title><summary type='text'>The Professor’s courageous self example has gotten me questioning the conclusion we came to in class about treating online communities and activities as merely an escape from our daily life. I suppose what really bothers me is how we are defining relationships, the narrow vision that we all seemed to have about what constitutes “real” interaction between individuals. Granted, the net doesn’t yet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107585869511052933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107585869511052933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585869511052933' title='My Escape Into My Life. '/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107585864070079231</id><published>2004-02-03T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T17:39:40.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Death of Courtesy.</title><summary type='text'>All right, so I’m cruising through Vishao’s Cove on impulse drive to keep my warp signature down, thinking to myself I would enjoy a bit of target practice on the Titan Crystals that migrate through the sector. Titans usually sell for decent creds back home on Paren Station, not to mention having a chance to hone my skills using my new beam canon. I cruise for a bit, and then… I spot my target. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107585864070079231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107585864070079231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107585864070079231' title='The Death of Courtesy.'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107517369291680744</id><published>2004-01-26T19:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T19:23:41.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwing with Reality – The Experiment. </title><summary type='text'>Seeing as how this class has proven itself capable of pushing the bounds of the way we (yes, I would be so bold as to include you all too) I would like to purpose an actual experiment to be undertaken by all those who feel inclined to participate (or by those who have had sufficient levels of caffeine so as to have some artificial motivation). HERE IS MY PROPOSAL:  Step 1) Find a forum in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107517369291680744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107517369291680744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517369291680744' title='Screwing with Reality – The Experiment. '/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107517356423774665</id><published>2004-01-26T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T19:21:32.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“There’s Just something about YOU”</title><summary type='text'>After much reflection on our thoughts on Identity I have come to the conclusion that it is impossible to arbitrarily change who we are inside, regardless of the physical identity we assume. Granted our outside, physical dynamic has an influence on who we are but I believe there is something more. Somewhere in the mix of our mind, heart and soul exists a personality, a spirit, which internalizes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107517356423774665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107517356423774665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107517356423774665' title='“There’s Just something about YOU”'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107420837939832582</id><published>2004-01-15T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T15:14:52.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNRESOLVED - "The medium is the massage"</title><summary type='text'>To be blunt I find myself unsatisfied with our lack of resolution in our discussion on Tuesday regarding the concepts described in Mr. McLuhan’s “picture book”. Surely, our collective brilliance could have derived SOME universal and societal truths in the span of our 1 hour talk (NOT an assignment of blame mind you as the facilitators, class, and instructor all contributed splendidly). In hopes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107420837939832582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107420837939832582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107420837939832582' title='UNRESOLVED - &quot;The medium is the massage&quot;'/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6331145.post-107411889781039590</id><published>2004-01-14T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T14:23:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MUHAHAHAHA....I HAVE A BLOG NOW. FOREVER MORE YOU SHALL BE CONDEMNED TO READ MY RANTS AND RAVINGS (and for grading purposes, incredibly insightful, deep, and constructive analysis).  BE AFRAID...BE VERY AFRAID!!!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107411889781039590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6331145/posts/default/107411889781039590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ndawn144.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107411889781039590' title=''/><author><name>The Main Blogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06350096925807628242</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></entry></feed>
