<?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-8054840514048816988</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:28:44.234+02:00</updated><category term='Makdonalds'/><category term='Valravn'/><category term='Collecting'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Marquis de Sade'/><category term='Saving money'/><category term='First swim. First dip'/><category term='Cache'/><category term='Quitting junk food'/><category term='Koder Pa Snor'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Pelde'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Stress'/><category term='Pirmā pelde'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='Hobby'/><category term='Quitting McDonald&apos;s'/><category term='Artis Eglītis'/><category term='Goodbye to Mcdonald&apos;s'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='Improving health'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Gym'/><category term='Dylan Moran'/><category term='Geocaching'/><category term='Lies'/><category term='Pludmale'/><category term='Deception'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Frank Gallegher'/><category term='Koder På Snor'/><category term='Uz adatas gala'/><category term='Peldēšana'/><title type='text'>Neither Fat Nor Bald</title><subtitle type='html'>Knowledge : Information : Opinions</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-491517364872702595</id><published>2010-04-28T19:13:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:22:53.154+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quitting McDonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Improving health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Makdonalds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Goodbye to Mcdonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quitting junk food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saving money'/><title type='text'>Goodbye to McDonald's</title><summary type='text'>About how I quit McDonald's.I like so many others wanted nice things. Nice things cost money. [I was a student with no personal income.] Money is spent on junk food and snacks. Junk food and snacks damage health and looks.I decided that using and wearing my nice things would look better if I was good looking and healthy. This is how I quit McDonald's step by step:I stopped going to McDonald's (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/491517364872702595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-to-mcdonalds.html#comment-form' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/491517364872702595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/491517364872702595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/04/goodbye-to-mcdonalds.html' title='Goodbye to McDonald&apos;s'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/S9hgzygs2fI/AAAAAAAAAEI/TxdneXV0ies/s72-c/2010.04.28.+Goodbye+to+McDonald%27s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-6838718346212875547</id><published>2010-04-22T09:57:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T15:57:25.010+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uz adatas gala'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geocaching'/><title type='text'>How We Ended Up On Top Of a Needle (Uz adatas Gala)</title><summary type='text'>There are over 2000 geocaches in Latvia. There is, as far as I know, only one geacache that has 5 stars for terrain. It is located near the picturesque town Kuldīga.
There are three radio towers in the area. All about 200 m high. Around 1970 to 1980 the towers were used to contact submarines near Latvia’s coastline.

Using some mountaineering equipment would not harm, but it is sometimes a lot </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/6838718346212875547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-we-ended-up-on-top-of-needle-uz.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/6838718346212875547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/6838718346212875547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/04/how-we-ended-up-on-top-of-needle-uz.html' title='How We Ended Up On Top Of a Needle (Uz adatas Gala)'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4542879852_408637288d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-972795205305435068</id><published>2010-04-07T17:35:00.006+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T17:54:08.550+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koder Pa Snor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valravn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Koder På Snor'/><title type='text'>Valravn - Koder På Snor</title><summary type='text'>Interesting story ..Aesthetically enjoyable ..Only a few minutes .. :Valravn - Koder På Snor (Code in the wind)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/972795205305435068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-story.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/972795205305435068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/972795205305435068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/04/interesting-story.html' title='Valravn - Koder På Snor'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-6415592132968553988</id><published>2010-04-05T17:09:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T17:09:58.938+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First swim. First dip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pludmale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pirmā pelde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pelde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peldēšana'/><title type='text'>Rejuvenate Yourself</title><summary type='text'>The weather in Latvia is not the most consistent and predictable - one easter is the best time for building a snowman, another - great for swimming. This year is neither, so it was made the swimming year:




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I did it a few minutes ago to see what google will lead me to. I typed in "fanny".And look what I found:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/3134556681567420738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/03/googleing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/3134556681567420738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/3134556681567420738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/03/googleing.html' title='Googleing'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-2292281398037740503</id><published>2010-03-22T14:22:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:50:46.801+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geocaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Geocaching - Viral AND Real</title><summary type='text'>Having always wanted to try geocaching, finally I did. A rainy weekend got us so bored that we decided to go and find the 2 nearest caches near our "Base". I found it truly exciting and fun, because not only you go out in the fresh air but also have a goal for the walk. Geocaching is a high-tech treasure hunting game played throughout the world by adventure seekers equipped with GPS devices. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/2292281398037740503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/03/geocaching-viral-and-real.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/2292281398037740503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/2292281398037740503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/03/geocaching-viral-and-real.html' title='Geocaching - Viral AND Real'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-1908299343936372653</id><published>2010-03-18T22:18:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T22:51:03.264+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do We Even Need Voice Anymore?</title><summary type='text'>Exchanging opinions and ideas - communication is most important in everyday life, because that is what guarantees the development of society and human kind.Socialization is also a plays an important role in people’s health. There are many researches about internet addiction and how people can't communicate in real life because they have only been doing it on the internet.WEll.. Not long ago two </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/1908299343936372653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-we-even-need-voice-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/1908299343936372653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/1908299343936372653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-we-even-need-voice-anymore.html' title='Do We Even Need Voice Anymore?'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4443338603_46b79031c0_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-6617544077629600368</id><published>2009-12-11T01:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:22:31.584+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><title type='text'>Long Time No See</title><summary type='text'>The saying goes: if your friends don’t call you – they are OK. We all have relationships with different people; some of them are merely acquaintances, others we know well. But some few fall in the category labeled: friend. This term is used very loosely now, so there are many kinds of friends. A friend is a person known well to another and regarded with liking, affection, loyalty; an intimate; a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/6617544077629600368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/6617544077629600368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/6617544077629600368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/12/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long Time No See'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-4075304890546118455</id><published>2009-11-28T00:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T02:49:39.145+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deception'/><title type='text'>Lies – The Sinful Path to Life in Heaven on Earth</title><summary type='text'>People want to seem successful, smart, strong and capable of doing more than they really can. But sometimes we find ourselves in a crisis situation when a single word can cause us considerable embarrassment or even trouble. The most popular way to avoid such unpleasant moments in our everyday communication and even put a silver lining on the edge of the situation is lying.Several researches and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/4075304890546118455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/11/lies-sinful-path-to-life-in-heaven-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/4075304890546118455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/4075304890546118455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/11/lies-sinful-path-to-life-in-heaven-on.html' title='Lies – The Sinful Path to Life in Heaven on Earth'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-4904315551695253510</id><published>2009-11-19T22:34:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T00:01:41.433+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stress'/><title type='text'>Take It Easy Cos' There's No Stress</title><summary type='text'>Why do we listen t0 music? What do we see (hear) in it? What does music do to us?These days listening to music has quite a lot of purposes, such as blocking the sounds surrounding us (especially in a urban environment), killing the noise of the strangers babbling away just two feet away, hearing something we like, calming our minds and easing our thoughts.I have always believed that music calms </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/4904315551695253510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-it-easy-cos-theres-no-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/4904315551695253510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/4904315551695253510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/11/take-it-easy-cos-theres-no-stress.html' title='Take It Easy Cos&apos; There&apos;s No Stress'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-7313851821300337411</id><published>2009-11-06T11:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:40:43.755+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hour Of Judgement Has Struck</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/7313851821300337411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/11/hour-of-judgement-has-struck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/7313851821300337411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/7313851821300337411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/11/hour-of-judgement-has-struck.html' title='The Hour Of Judgement Has Struck'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-7267513038575453317</id><published>2009-10-11T00:44:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T00:56:01.275+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing Faces</title><summary type='text'>Today I saw a good exhibition called The Changing Faces. Located at 12/2 Maskavas St. in Riga (ring the bell if the door is locked), it consists of four photo-stories. Four different people, four absolutely different stories about things people can not avoid coming face to face in the modern world. I really suggest everyone to see it because it reminds us to think a little of problems we might be</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/7267513038575453317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/10/changing-faces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/7267513038575453317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/7267513038575453317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/10/changing-faces.html' title='Changing Faces'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/StECQmvp1xI/AAAAAAAAAB4/5DnE-obgJoQ/s72-c/ChangingFaces_Poster_Erika,Ivars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-2190393476309461060</id><published>2009-10-01T13:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:38:17.163+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marquis de Sade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frank Gallegher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Collecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artis Eglītis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dylan Moran'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hobby'/><title type='text'>Quotes</title><summary type='text'>For some reason people have an unhealthy interest in others life. One of the things in question is hobbies – collecting in this case. The question "and what do you collect?" has been annoying the hell out of me because I have never collected anything. Now I have decided to officially collect something - quotes. I write down interesting and fun quotes because I like to see different ways how to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/2190393476309461060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/10/quotes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/2190393476309461060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/2190393476309461060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/10/quotes.html' title='Quotes'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/SsSRRvY863I/AAAAAAAAABo/tEm_kVoD2i4/s72-c/Dylan+Moran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-1098058013357793507</id><published>2009-09-30T19:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T21:02:35.351+03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gym'/><title type='text'>Testing a Theory</title><summary type='text'>As a great Irish philosopher (Dylan Moran) once said: The people who do try and improve themselves… They are very unimaginative. The people who go to the gym in pursuit of their ideal body and so on ... Lifting all the machines and pulling the dangerous things. They shouldn't be in there. Nobody should be in there. They’re in pursuit of their ideal body but all they come out with is something </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/1098058013357793507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/09/testing-theory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/1098058013357793507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/1098058013357793507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/09/testing-theory.html' title='Testing a Theory'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/SsOcghlB2vI/AAAAAAAAABg/0QVDSGo8W8Y/s72-c/chest_press_technogym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-8924653356307489440</id><published>2009-09-25T22:04:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T22:24:48.363+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Certain Bastard - By MarBri</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/8924653356307489440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/09/certain-bastard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/8924653356307489440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/8924653356307489440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/09/certain-bastard.html' title='A Certain Bastard - By MarBri'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0UiBiezNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6i5Nu3fmKLA/s72-c/SA%C5%A0A+MIRLA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8054840514048816988.post-5454533938581878825</id><published>2009-09-25T21:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:47:48.639+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Late Letter To My Friend</title><summary type='text'>I have been longing to write to you but somehow seasons have changed and I only now am I finally starting a letter.Not long ago heat had taken over our world. As I sat in my room tortured by the temperature, a cold sweat slowly covered my drink and in a little while water gathered and a large hard drop formed and after crushing its way through the wetness of the surface of my glass it finally </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/feeds/5454533938581878825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-letter-to-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/5454533938581878825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8054840514048816988/posts/default/5454533938581878825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neitherfatnorbald.blogspot.com/2009/09/late-letter-to-my-friend.html' title='A Late Letter To My Friend'/><author><name>Reinis Grāvītis (ReinisGra)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13887397660516933480</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PFaHWJMdgXA/Sr0FpUpcKDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DC5HLRkXrnE/S220/_DSC5651%2B%2B.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
