<?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-2680956087388373324</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:11:06.521-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Repeated Meme</title><subtitle type='html'>A place where I can put my thoughts out there.  Some of those thoughts will focus on the notion that no matter where you go there you are (and of course the idea of the meme).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wrouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03511396887207109315</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2680956087388373324.post-6980998273184743540</id><published>2009-03-08T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T10:43:05.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This was on the list....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, this was on the list as well.  I've been away from here for a long time and I think that what will happen from now on is that I will visit from time to time and say things that I find important. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, most of the time devoted on this blog will be to making  a concerted effort to write.  That means that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whether&lt;/span&gt; anyone reads it or not it will not matter.  What matters is that I write.  I produce content that in the end will rise to a certain quality level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting older is making me want to have a lasting contribution to things.  Not artistically, but in the minds of others.  I want people to get it.  It's o.k. if you don't get it now but at some point you need to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It" being your beliefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956087388373324-6980998273184743540?l=repeatingmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6980998273184743540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956087388373324&amp;postID=6980998273184743540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/6980998273184743540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/6980998273184743540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-was-on-list.html' title='This was on the list....'/><author><name>Wrouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03511396887207109315</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-2680956087388373324.post-6470170172286437659</id><published>2008-08-15T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:59:59.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On my absence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Wow! It's been some time since I've visited my own blog.  If I'm being read at all, sorry 'bout that.  It's been a good few months.  I'm MARRIED! While, the situation has its downs overall married is better. A new facet  is fixed to my reality and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; enough I'm not identifying myself more strongly as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;married&lt;/span&gt; as I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;committed to making things work. wish me luck.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;More to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956087388373324-6470170172286437659?l=repeatingmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6470170172286437659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956087388373324&amp;postID=6470170172286437659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/6470170172286437659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/6470170172286437659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-my-absence.html' title='On my absence.'/><author><name>Wrouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03511396887207109315</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-2680956087388373324.post-4315277197442199214</id><published>2008-06-17T10:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:42:34.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Notion of Identity (continued from the other day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As I said before, I think that I became &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; "self-aware" at nine years hold. Meaning that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;perceived&lt;/span&gt; myself as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;separate&lt;/span&gt; from all other people. I was riding a bicycle near my parents' home around sunset. Beyond that I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; much more. Maybe I was reacting to the events of that year. It was not a bad year but the only significant thing that I can remember is that my Grandfather died. Maybe that's what caused it; or it was an external factor in my family. Or perhaps it was how the felt about my reaction to his death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956087388373324-4315277197442199214?l=repeatingmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/4315277197442199214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956087388373324&amp;postID=4315277197442199214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/4315277197442199214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/4315277197442199214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/notion-of-identity-continued-from-other.html' title='The Notion of Identity (continued from the other day)'/><author><name>Wrouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03511396887207109315</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-2680956087388373324.post-6873079205287824570</id><published>2008-06-17T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T10:36:34.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Early Days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As far as I can remember back I have always been consistent in one thing, self examination.  This is the only trait I have taken with me over the course of the years.  Regardless of the situation this is the only part of me that makes the trip when I go soul searching.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Which is the point of the previous post.  If you stop every few years and look back you will find that you are a new person.  Your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; state is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;merely&lt;/span&gt; a wake up from the dream of life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;That's not to say that one is not lucid at most stages just the opposite we are what we are to the task. However if you strip away all of the external factors that identify the self you will find that most of us are the same... which can be only a few things, Black, white, or shades of grey .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;No, not skin colors but more of a psychological leaning and not at the same time.  The people you know ten years ago &lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt; be different from the "same" people that you meet after a rigorous self examination.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;That being said I have worn all three "moral colors".  They are as much of my personality as they are yours. Like it or not they are Freudian at best and at the worst just ill-tempered behavior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;It might be arrogant to say the least but for the most part I've worn the "white hat" when I could, the grey hat most of the time, and, the "black hat" when it suited me(take that however you like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;AS far as I can tell this started when I was nine.  Nine years old, I think that that might have been a little young to question whether or not I was in fact real... and I will dwell on that tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956087388373324-6873079205287824570?l=repeatingmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/6873079205287824570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956087388373324&amp;postID=6873079205287824570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/6873079205287824570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/6873079205287824570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/early-days.html' title='The Early Days.'/><author><name>Wrouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03511396887207109315</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-2680956087388373324.post-7272779620782259867</id><published>2008-06-11T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T12:48:51.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same As It Ever Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This is a new blog for me to share my thoughts. Its' purpose is to understand how I feel about events in my own mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;As I get older I am starting to realize that I have inherited a life that I should be proud of but at the same time crave more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My feelings and beliefs are from a life that is not necessarily my own anymore. It is as if I am an echo of my Mother, Father, and Brothers; as well as the actions that someone else took on my behalf. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am a proxy for a dead man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;William Rouse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2680956087388373324-7272779620782259867?l=repeatingmeme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/feeds/7272779620782259867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2680956087388373324&amp;postID=7272779620782259867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/7272779620782259867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2680956087388373324/posts/default/7272779620782259867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://repeatingmeme.blogspot.com/2008/06/same-as-it-ever-was.html' title='Same As It Ever Was'/><author><name>Wrouse</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03511396887207109315</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>
