<?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-5690826</id><updated>2011-04-22T14:39:00.603+09:30</updated><title type='text'>olive on a stick</title><subtitle type='html'>right next to the cheese</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveonastick.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5690826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveonastick.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693871918195266655</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5690826.post-108513090553323667</id><published>2004-05-21T18:30:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2004-05-21T18:51:49.903+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in year 2, I remember peering out from under the veranda of a classroom.The whole school courtyard was immersed in shadow. Looking up, a giant bird - like the one in 'the adventures of sinbad' -  was flying overhead about the size of a giant cruise ship. Silent Swift shadow was replaced by daylight once again just 3 seconds after it disapearedI asked my best friend whether she saw (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveonastick.blogspot.com/feeds/108513090553323667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5690826&amp;postID=108513090553323667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5690826/posts/default/108513090553323667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5690826/posts/default/108513090553323667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveonastick.blogspot.com/2004/05/back-in-year-2-i-remember-peering-out.html' title=''/><author><name>olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693871918195266655</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-5690826.post-106636495740217796</id><published>2003-10-17T13:59:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2003-10-17T19:44:44.773+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I remember, as a child, thinking deeply about those lovely "join the dots" activity books. You know, the ones with no numbers. Just a whole bunch of dots sitting so very close together...?What exactly would happen if I were to connect the dots in a wanton/random/hap hazard way? If I ignored the "logic" of taking in the bigger picture; of seeing what the shape was meant to be, then connecting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveonastick.blogspot.com/feeds/106636495740217796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5690826&amp;postID=106636495740217796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5690826/posts/default/106636495740217796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5690826/posts/default/106636495740217796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveonastick.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-remember-as-child-thinking-deeply.html' title=''/><author><name>olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693871918195266655</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-5690826.post-106109802534879751</id><published>2003-08-17T14:57:00.000+09:30</published><updated>2003-08-17T14:59:57.453+09:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>INTRO:Olivia1: TA DA!!!! An all new studendously good blogger for Olivia to use and abuseOlivia2: Oh. That's marvelous! What are you going to put in it?Olivia: beats me....EXEUNTFINI</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliveonastick.blogspot.com/feeds/106109802534879751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5690826&amp;postID=106109802534879751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5690826/posts/default/106109802534879751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5690826/posts/default/106109802534879751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliveonastick.blogspot.com/2003/08/intro-olivia1-ta-da-all-new.html' title=''/><author><name>olivia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15693871918195266655</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></feed>
