<?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-30257688</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:25:49.498-07:00</updated><category term='the little things'/><category term='new'/><category term='the past'/><category term='scorns of time'/><category term='environment'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='roommate troubles'/><category term='cal'/><category term='family'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Scorns of Time</title><subtitle type='html'>now simulcasted @ http://web.mac.com/benjicl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-2509804489393538125</id><published>2007-11-24T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T15:15:09.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fin.</title><summary type='text'>I am officially declaring my work here, on scornsoftime.blogspot.com to be done. I have moved to web.mac.com/benjicl so update your bookmarks... all two of you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2509804489393538125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=2509804489393538125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2509804489393538125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2509804489393538125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/11/fin.html' title='Fin.'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-7920620739505840097</id><published>2007-09-12T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:22:29.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Mode of Gertrude Stein</title><summary type='text'>My most recent assignment for my Rhetoric class had me write a poem similar in style to Gertrude Stein. Here is my poem:There. It is there. Where is there? Here is there.  There is there. And here is here.  What is there? Nothing is there. But something is here. What is here? Something not there.  Here!  It is here. Where is here? Here is here. Here is here. And here is here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/7920620739505840097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=7920620739505840097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/7920620739505840097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/7920620739505840097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-mode-of-gertrude-stein.html' title='In the Mode of Gertrude Stein'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-2993919683678005040</id><published>2007-08-30T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T00:02:20.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Likes a Know-It-All</title><summary type='text'>A year removed from high school and some people have yet to learn the lesson that “nobody likes a know-it-all.” I officially started my classes this past Monday, most importantly meaning that Summer is officially over. As per tradition, I donned on the same black backpack I have used since sixth grade, I stocked plenty of blank notebook paper, and I printed out my schedule of classes. When I get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2993919683678005040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=2993919683678005040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2993919683678005040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2993919683678005040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/08/nobody-likes-know-it-all.html' title='Nobody Likes a Know-It-All'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-6877566177831090710</id><published>2007-08-09T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:52:30.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Homey</title><summary type='text'>It's been over two months since I officially moved into my own place and started “playing adult.” However for the first few days after moving in, I was sleeping on a friend's air mattress. The first few weeks after moving in I was sleeping on my Ikea bed and either squatting or sitting on my knees in order to use my desk. After a six-week long, much-needed vacation from Berkeley (which I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6877566177831090710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=6877566177831090710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6877566177831090710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6877566177831090710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-homey.html' title='My Homey'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-423033940548665881</id><published>2007-07-17T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:34:32.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Creation Myth"</title><summary type='text'>I cannot help but feel the need to be creative. It's actually more of a desire or dream than anything else. People paint, sculpt, photograph, layout, build, write, or compose, I unfortunately feel as though I cannot do any of these things. When it comes to painting, sculpting, or composing I simply cannot do it. I have tried my hand painting (if 4th grade art time counts) and I just don't have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/423033940548665881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=423033940548665881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/423033940548665881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/423033940548665881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/07/creation-myth.html' title='&quot;Creation Myth&quot;'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-2612082159987316599</id><published>2007-07-07T12:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T12:58:34.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To a Blogger</title><summary type='text'>We all make plans. Some more than others, but every person does it. Whether it's what to eat, where we're going, or what we want for the rest of our lives, we all do it. The unfortunate downfall to our inability to be 100% spontaneous is we're constantly at risk for failure. The plans we make are vulnerable to variables we do not even consider nor can we control. Some plan on staying in a certain</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2612082159987316599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=2612082159987316599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2612082159987316599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2612082159987316599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-blogger_07.html' title='To a Blogger'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-2849221532798923418</id><published>2007-06-11T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:00:43.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Overdue</title><summary type='text'>This blog is long overdue. About three weeks overdue. It's not that I didn't want to write nor was it that I didn't have anything to say, I just didn't do it. My life isn't particularly busy right now, however there is a lot in my life going on. Funny how that works. My first year at the university ended about three weeks ago. I took my last two finals May 16th and came back to Lancaster two days</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2849221532798923418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=2849221532798923418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2849221532798923418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2849221532798923418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/06/long-overdue.html' title='Long Overdue'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-6960090663867240052</id><published>2007-05-07T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T21:51:14.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cal'/><title type='text'>Not Yet</title><summary type='text'>I am ten days away from the end of my first year in college. One year ago I was worried about AP tests and senior project; I am now concerned with finals and having a place to live next year. One year ago, I did not know where I would be today. I would be in Berkeley, that much I knew, but I did not know what experiences were ahead of me. I do not want this to be my "end of the school year" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6960090663867240052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=6960090663867240052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6960090663867240052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6960090663867240052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-yet.html' title='Not Yet'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-5221624748062717868</id><published>2007-04-29T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:02:05.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creeps</title><summary type='text'>I like to get lost in my thoughts. Some places are better for that than others, walking somewhere, in the shower, brushing my teeth and in lecture are my favorite places to get lost. Sometimes I reflect on the shit going on in my life and other times I am just completely silly, even in my own head. While I was brushing my teeth the other day I thought about what I would look like with no skin at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5221624748062717868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=5221624748062717868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/5221624748062717868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/5221624748062717868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/04/creeps.html' title='The Creeps'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-9148371500105778761</id><published>2007-04-22T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:12:46.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='environment'/><title type='text'>Preachy College Student</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday the University celebrated Cal Day, which is not actually significant of any event in Cal's history, it is placed when there's about four weeks remaining in the semester. The day is geared mostly towards prospective students fumbling between Cal or any other school. Some seniors earned a full ride scholarship to a different school or they are trying to choose between Cal and the "school </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/9148371500105778761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=9148371500105778761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/9148371500105778761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/9148371500105778761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/04/preachy-college-student.html' title='Preachy College Student'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-8634179487227298676</id><published>2007-04-20T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T12:17:48.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the little things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Things I Like</title><summary type='text'>Life can be depressing and stressful, it doesn't help when these facets of life happen at the same time. With two weeks remaining in the academic semester and finals season approaching, I can feel the weight of college life settling firmly on my shoulders. It's times like these I like to point out the things in life that make me happy and, if I can, I would like to share them with you.In no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8634179487227298676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=8634179487227298676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/8634179487227298676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/8634179487227298676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/04/little-things.html' title='Things I Like'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-5709866917912556992</id><published>2007-04-15T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T23:33:51.718-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scorns of time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roommate troubles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><title type='text'>Scorns of Time 2.0</title><summary type='text'>If you've checked my blog within the past five days or so you would have realized Scorns of Time has a brand new look with "new features". A few things are responsible for the new look: (1) blogger recommending I switch to their new templates (2) I needed something else to help me procrastinate and (3) I thought the old satanic look didn't fit me too well. Even though there are a lot more "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5709866917912556992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=5709866917912556992' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/5709866917912556992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/5709866917912556992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/04/scorns-of-time-20.html' title='Scorns of Time 2.0'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-1652446667924224682</id><published>2007-04-07T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:20:02.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends, New Places, Great Times</title><summary type='text'>One week back from spring break and I am already feeling the stress from the closing of the semester. This upcoming week I have three presentations, a small research assignment, an 18 page paper to start, and a write-up to complete... all before Wednesday. I have a feeling my sleep pattern will suffer the next few days. As a matter of fact this week's crazy schedule started just a few hours ago </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/1652446667924224682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=1652446667924224682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/1652446667924224682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/1652446667924224682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-friends-new-places-great-times.html' title='Best Friends, New Places, Great Times'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PYtw9lqfT_0/RhhSSFIyV5I/AAAAAAAAAA0/VwQDnrgZifQ/s72-c/DSC00408.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-6746046102971123049</id><published>2007-03-30T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T10:14:43.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stress induced coma</title><summary type='text'>It's been about two an a half weeks since my last blog. It's not that I have nothing to write about, I feel I have nothing important to say. After all I have maybe four loyal readers I don't want to disappoint by writing about something trivial (I guess it's ok to break the fourth wall in blogs). For me, spring break started about a week ago when I came home late Thursday evening. This was the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6746046102971123049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=6746046102971123049' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6746046102971123049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6746046102971123049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/03/stress-induced-coma.html' title='stress induced coma'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-7024807213191138018</id><published>2007-03-12T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T19:30:15.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunglasses and flipflops</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of year again. The days are getting longer, the nights are getting warmer, and people are trading scarves for sunscreen. The azure sky is complimented by the white flowers sprinkled on the lawn. Frisbees are threatening to smack us in the face and the squirrels are creeping around looking for the nuts they buried months before. Books and papers are being ignored for an afternoon </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/7024807213191138018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=7024807213191138018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/7024807213191138018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/7024807213191138018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/03/sunglasses-and-flipflops.html' title='sunglasses and flipflops'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-6951789486537655940</id><published>2007-03-06T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T19:38:16.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Radical Apathy</title><summary type='text'>Today in class I experienced what is best described as "vegging out". It was the last class of the day at 12:30 and I already had two prior, but at this point I was done with listening and trying to comprehend the soil depth and moisture content of the Californian mixed Evergreen forests. I plopped my butt in the classroom seat and waited for the ninety minutes to pass. I started daydreaming and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6951789486537655940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=6951789486537655940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6951789486537655940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6951789486537655940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/03/radical-apathy.html' title='Radical Apathy'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-630505843091343620</id><published>2007-02-25T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:10:54.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 Things</title><summary type='text'>In response to Angie's "100 Things" I posted "101 Things" because I like showing her up.1) My best friend walks on four legs. 2) I wish I could memorize things easily. 3) My high school home life was considerably different than before. 4) I like getting awakened by a phone call from a friend in the middle of the night. 5) I hate the sun. 6) I only have enough testosterone to grow hair below my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/630505843091343620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=630505843091343620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/630505843091343620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/630505843091343620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/02/101-things.html' title='101 Things'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-8925862085582878704</id><published>2007-02-22T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:00:30.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the soap box</title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to doubt human nature. My entire life I assumed people were born good and that they want to do good for other people. My life, despite all of my complaining, is quite good. I have a family that supports me and money in a bank account. I have a roof over my head and I know I will eat everyday (of course ruling out Yom Kippur). What just irks me is the urban homeless population. I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8925862085582878704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=8925862085582878704' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/8925862085582878704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/8925862085582878704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-soap-box.html' title='from the soap box'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-8523150713338319845</id><published>2007-02-20T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T22:13:25.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Philosophy</title><summary type='text'>The most important thing in the world is a person's happiness, whether it be your own or someone else's. I believe that everyone has the right to be completely happy with every aspect of their life and if they can find it they should strive hard to keep it. I deserve to be happy with my environment, my school, my choice of friends, and my relationships. There isn't anything in the universe that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/8523150713338319845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=8523150713338319845' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/8523150713338319845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/8523150713338319845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-philosophy.html' title='My Philosophy'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-6283454150697139945</id><published>2007-02-12T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T22:38:41.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Major</title><summary type='text'>If you asked me in high school what my major in college would be, I would have answered "math" without much thinking. If you asked me my major just out of high school I would have said "business" with little effort. If you asked me once I moved in to my dorm I would have said "philosophy", but with hesitation. Depending on how well I know you I now answer with some ridiculous concentration (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/6283454150697139945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=6283454150697139945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6283454150697139945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/6283454150697139945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-major.html' title='My Major'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-983746605004839460</id><published>2007-02-02T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:24:32.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Berkeleyian Disappointments</title><summary type='text'>The urban dictionary defines Berkeley as a city that makes "Amsterdam look conservative". Berkeley was home to the free speech movement and was the first city to convert its entire diesel fleet to bio-diesel fuel and to prohibit the sale of ozone depleting styrofoam in fast food containers. Progressive and liberal go with Berkeley the same way 'evil' meshes so well with Wal*Mart. Lately, however,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/983746605004839460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=983746605004839460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/983746605004839460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/983746605004839460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/02/berkeleyian-disappointments.html' title='Berkeleyian Disappointments'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-4904407260989910076</id><published>2007-01-28T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T19:32:08.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year in Review</title><summary type='text'>Last year I posted a year in review on my MySpace blog. It was a nice way to recap the year and set some goals for the year ahead. Last year's hopes and wishes: from a 2005 perspective In 2006, I will turn 18 and graduate high school. I hope to be accepted to either Stanford or UC Berkeley. I hope to strengthen bonds with my friends as well as generate new ones with new people, and even help </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/4904407260989910076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=4904407260989910076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/4904407260989910076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/4904407260989910076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/01/year-in-review.html' title='A Year in Review'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-4935267947297979341</id><published>2007-01-26T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T10:10:44.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting My Routine</title><summary type='text'>I've been through two weeks of classes and I am still shifting my schedule. I guess technically this was the first full week of classes as last Monday was a holiday and this is the first week we actually attended discussion groups. I feel like it's taken two weeks to get classes started because we're just now going to discussion because each discussion also has a syllabus to accompany the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/4935267947297979341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=4935267947297979341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/4935267947297979341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/4935267947297979341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/01/getting-my-routine.html' title='Getting My Routine'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-4614610231595856652</id><published>2007-01-20T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T01:01:48.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination is like...</title><summary type='text'>One day into my new semester and I learn something that took me three months last semester to learn. I am of course talking about new procrastination methods. Last semester, during a writing workshop my English instructor tells us he visits cuteoverload.com which distracts him for hours. Of course, instead of working on the paper he assigned, I visit the website and spend hours looking at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/4614610231595856652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=4614610231595856652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/4614610231595856652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/4614610231595856652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/01/procrastination-is-like.html' title='Procrastination is like...'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-5343618202164308112</id><published>2007-01-14T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:20:03.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Berkeley</title><summary type='text'>Four months after the most difficult semester of my life I was allowed one month of an almost stress-free break. This was the best break in recent history. I also rediscovered some of the best people I have the honor of knowing. My sister, Angie, after battling a killer blizzard in Denver managed to make it home for two weeks. I haven't seen her since the beginning of August and we had a much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/5343618202164308112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=5343618202164308112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/5343618202164308112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/5343618202164308112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-in-berkeley.html' title='Back in Berkeley'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PYtw9lqfT_0/RasfX23JxrI/AAAAAAAAAAY/KkcXE0aExSg/s72-c/DSC00031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-882540153018855809</id><published>2007-01-09T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:35:36.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Snow, Still a Good Winter</title><summary type='text'>Sunday. I go back up to Berkeley in less than a week to start my new semester. This has been one of the most relaxing breaks I can remember. I feel well rested and I am ready to start the new challenges that lie ahead. School challenges and the challenges of being away from the people I have come even closer to these past few weeks. It feels similar to leaving after high school again, the only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/882540153018855809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=882540153018855809' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/882540153018855809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/882540153018855809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-snow-still-good-winter.html' title='No Snow, Still a Good Winter'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-2136480517934367243</id><published>2007-01-06T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T21:20:03.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye 2006. Hello New Promises</title><summary type='text'>I have recently been informed that I have "frequent" readers. Frequent being the operative word as I do not post all that frequently. I realize it's not very fair to those of you that do read my posts. I should be more respectful to my readers. The truth is, there is a lot going on in my life, this is not an excuse, this is a statement. Plenty of stuff I could and would love to share with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/2136480517934367243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=2136480517934367243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2136480517934367243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/2136480517934367243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-bye-2006-hello-new-promises.html' title='Good-bye 2006. Hello New Promises'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PYtw9lqfT_0/RaCR843NoWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OM09S1VbjzE/s72-c/DSC00022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-116683204924684015</id><published>2006-12-22T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T16:00:49.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Winter Break</title><summary type='text'>With a semester under my belt I feel a bit more relaxed about everything. I have successfully secured at least a 3.0 GPA in my first semester at Berkeley. What am I going to do now? I guess now that I am home I am going to relax and visit with old friends. The thing is, I feel a little overwhelmed with all of the people I can see. 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Ludwig's Fountain is located just to the side of Sproul Plaza between the little market place and the student store. It's just before students meet a handful of groups "tabling" for student support for various causes from wanting a free Palestinian state to the Berkeley College Republicans (yes, they do exist). Ludwig's Fountain has a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/116546789308744343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=116546789308744343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116546789308744343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116546789308744343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-tranquility.html' title='My Tranquility'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-116495823148467468</id><published>2006-11-30T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T23:30:31.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>One week left of instruction. Two weeks until I come home for the much needed Winter break. I learned something my first semester here, something beside the fact that college kicks your ass or that I will never be able to know everything, I now realize I know close to nothing. What I do know is this: never take the relationships you have for granted. Enjoy every moment with the people you like, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/116495823148467468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=116495823148467468' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116495823148467468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116495823148467468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-thoughts.html' title='My Thoughts'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-116269362037897564</id><published>2006-11-04T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T18:27:00.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick My Classes</title><summary type='text'>It's time for everyone's favorite game show: "Pick Benji's Classes"! On Monday I go through the first phase of "Tele-bears" which is where I sign up for my first 10.5 units of classes. I don't sign up for all of them to keep it fair for those who haven't had an opportunity to sign up yet. One of the perks of a big public university. So first let me tell you what classes I am taking this semester:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/116269362037897564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=116269362037897564' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116269362037897564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116269362037897564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/11/pick-my-classes.html' title='Pick My Classes'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-116236343956428834</id><published>2006-10-31T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T22:43:59.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bulk of the Curve</title><summary type='text'>I got my second philosophy paper returned to me today. My class is based 90% on papers and 10% on participation. I have 40% of my course work completed and my grade is a very solid "B". In high school I would never have allowed for this. I was always in the top 5% percent of my class, never would I have settled for 40%. This is a new feeling on content for me, of course I would love an A and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/116236343956428834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=116236343956428834' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116236343956428834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116236343956428834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/10/bulk-of-curve.html' title='The Bulk of the Curve'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-116217924608861832</id><published>2006-10-29T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T19:35:19.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Cold War</title><summary type='text'>I declare anarchy to exist. On this planet there is just one place where this form of government exists and unfortunately many of us experience this often. I am not talking about the ideal anarchy or extreme communism where everybody shares, but I am talking about riots, fires and disorder anarchy. This place is the public laundry room.Mr dorm building has one laundry room which we share with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/116217924608861832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=116217924608861832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116217924608861832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116217924608861832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-cold-war.html' title='The New Cold War'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-116193197606858122</id><published>2006-10-26T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T23:52:56.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inferiority Complex</title><summary type='text'>Apple introduced the Core 2 Duo MacBook Pros on Tuesday and as most of you know I have a MacBook Pro. I have loved my MacBook Pro ever since I got it, except for the whole dead on arrival thing from mid august, but that's another story. I had at the time of purchase the fastest Macintosh portable available and it felt damn good to be at the top, but now with the intro of the new MacBook Pros I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/116193197606858122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=116193197606858122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116193197606858122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116193197606858122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-inferiority-complex.html' title='My Inferiority Complex'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-116175681806724320</id><published>2006-10-24T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:13:38.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Meeting</title><summary type='text'>So as you may or may not know I met one of my all time favorite people yesterday at a rally in Berkeley. Oh who was it? Well I'll give you some clues, he won a majority of votes in the 2000 presidential election, his policies during his reign as VP helped to create environmental standards and helped to forge the technology which created what we know today as the World Wide Web, and now he travels</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/116175681806724320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=116175681806724320' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116175681806724320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116175681806724320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-meeting.html' title='My Meeting'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-116156347488753705</id><published>2006-10-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T17:31:14.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On 'Weekends'</title><summary type='text'>Weekends are a coveted thing here in college. They're worth their weight in boba. After a week of classes, papers, midterms, work, hall association, and Hillel the weekends are welcomed with open arms. A typical weekend for me is on Friday I work from 10:30-4:00. I love my work so it's kind of fun and enjoyable. Later on Fridays I go to Hillel for services and dinner, something to ease me into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/116156347488753705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=116156347488753705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116156347488753705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116156347488753705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/10/on-weekends.html' title='On &apos;Weekends&apos;'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-116139060159591789</id><published>2006-10-20T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T17:30:01.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Challenge</title><summary type='text'>Sorry. For all of my frequent readers I am sorry for my month long absence. One month. That's almost half a percent of my lifetime. Much occurred since my last posting, but nothing all that special. It's all part of the routine. This blog was supposed to be for the interesting things in my life, such as starting college, getting a broken computer, and almost getting mugged. Either all of the what</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/116139060159591789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=116139060159591789' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116139060159591789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/116139060159591789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/10/challenge.html' title='The Challenge'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115881083917260303</id><published>2006-09-20T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T21:54:35.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worn Out College Student and the Tie-Dye Wearing Antagonist</title><summary type='text'>Hello everybody, I am sorry about my overly long hiatus from my normal writing schedule. I didn't forget, I just have been busy. Anyway, it's time for an update.Last Tuesday, September 12, was a big day. Apple Event, new Barenaked Ladies album and a potential mugging avoided. Yes, last Tuesday I was almost mugged on my way back from work to the record store to pick up my new Barenaked Ladies Are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115881083917260303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115881083917260303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115881083917260303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115881083917260303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/09/worn-out-college-student-and-tie-dye.html' title='The Worn Out College Student and the Tie-Dye Wearing Antagonist'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115786641660182098</id><published>2006-09-09T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:33:36.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Summer Camp</title><summary type='text'>Berkeley is no longer the summer camp I said in which it reminded me. I am writing this in hoping to further delay the completion of my philosophy paper. It is supposed to be about 3-4 pages long and I am just past two pages. Not only am I writing my first college paper, but I also have an economics problem set due this week and reading for English as well as a drawing to redo for art history. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115786641660182098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115786641660182098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115786641660182098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115786641660182098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-more-summer-camp.html' title='No More Summer Camp'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115741560377896371</id><published>2006-09-04T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T17:20:03.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Weekend</title><summary type='text'>I can write about the first week of college classes. Well they were... different. Yes they were more difficult than high school, but they were also very different. From 20 people discussion groups to 700 student lecture halls. Everyday I had to walk about 4/5 of a mile just to campus and an extra fraction of a mile to classes all at 8:00 in the morning. Just so you know, I am the only one on my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115741560377896371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115741560377896371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115741560377896371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115741560377896371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/09/great-weekend.html' title='A Great Weekend'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115653865471110794</id><published>2006-08-25T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:02:28.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Stories Begin</title><summary type='text'>I knew I would have good college stories, but I didn't know they would start right away. Anyway, after moving in last Sunday I am starting to feel more at home and I am ready to begin classes. Before all of that however we have "Welcome Week" which is just to help us get to know Cal with tons of activities and such. Well last night was my first fraternity party. A bunch of people from my floor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115653865471110794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115653865471110794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115653865471110794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115653865471110794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/08/let-stories-begin.html' title='Let the Stories Begin'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115631500568972229</id><published>2006-08-22T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T23:36:45.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Cal</title><summary type='text'>Well I am here, in my dorm room, with my roommates, in my new city. I am in Berkeley. I guess I knew someday this had to come, just didn't realize it would happen this quickly. It was actually kind of anticlimatic, of all the movies you see of a kid going off to college they never really show what happens right after the parents drop them off. I wonder why. This is Welcome Week where we pretty </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115631500568972229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115631500568972229' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115631500568972229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115631500568972229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcome-to-cal.html' title='Welcome to Cal'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115595108701199328</id><published>2006-08-18T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T18:31:47.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Home Stretch</title><summary type='text'>Tonight is my last official night in Lancaster before I move up to Berkeley. It is very bitter sweet, I hate the AV, but I love it because it is my home and I was born here. I am going to embrace the new culture of the bay area with open arms and represent the AV in a positive light (hopefully).I will miss all of you as well. You have all helped to shape who I am today and would not be as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115595108701199328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115595108701199328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115595108701199328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115595108701199328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/08/home-stretch.html' title='The Home Stretch'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115570496354254975</id><published>2006-08-15T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:11:44.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News!!!</title><summary type='text'>This just in... Today, August 15th 2006, a Mac was announced dead on arrival. Benji Coleman-Levy, 18, received a shipment containing an Apple MacBook Pro. When turned on it started up as it should, except for one small detail, the backlight did not work. Nothing could be seen on the LCD screen except for the outline of a few key elements during startup. Immediately, Benji tried to bring the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115570496354254975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115570496354254975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115570496354254975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115570496354254975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/08/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News!!!'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115560287693089236</id><published>2006-08-14T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T18:01:11.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Generation</title><summary type='text'>My summer is coming to a close. I leave for Berkeley in less than a week, 5 days to be exact. I have so much left to do before I leave, I have to finish the alcohol education lesson the school makes me take, I have to buy certain dorm related items, and I have to say good-bye to you, the heroes. I don't know quite where the summer went, but what I remember was good. Late nights with Rene and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115560287693089236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115560287693089236' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115560287693089236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115560287693089236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-generation.html' title='A New Generation'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115500290863401526</id><published>2006-08-07T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:26:04.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Results</title><summary type='text'>Well the Reality Distortion Field  is starting to wear off as the Steve Jobs keynote becomes part of recent history. Fortunately there are still 4 more days of the conference to go. Yesterday I made predictions on what was to be announced today, let me recap and tell you how I did.I knew Mac OS X Leopard was going to be demoed, as did the rest of anyone who has ever read anything related to this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115500290863401526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115500290863401526' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115500290863401526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115500290863401526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/08/results.html' title='The Results'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115492637295873827</id><published>2006-08-06T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T01:14:07.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Predictions</title><summary type='text'>Well as an Apple fan boy I am going to give my official predictions for the World Wide Developers Conference to kick off tomorrow with a traditional trademark Steve Jobs keynote. I am looking forward to being caught in his reality distortion field as it has been since January since we last heard him speak publicly. Anyway, my predictions.Mac OS X 10.5 LeopardI'll start with the obvious here. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115492637295873827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115492637295873827' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115492637295873827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115492637295873827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/08/predictions.html' title='Predictions'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115449214543471924</id><published>2006-08-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:37:53.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look, Same Attitude</title><summary type='text'>After getting bored of over a month of the same plain white look, I decided to do a little upgrade to the blog and make it a bit more colorful and fun. I hope everyone (all 2 of you) enjoy it.Yesterday I went shopping to get a new bottle of shampoo and I decided to get Paul Mitchell with Tea Tree Oil, it gives me a kind of tingly feeling when I put it on my scalp. While I was in the shower, with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115449214543471924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115449214543471924' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115449214543471924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115449214543471924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-look-same-attitude.html' title='New Look, Same Attitude'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115387469471898559</id><published>2006-07-25T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T00:05:18.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn Me Something New</title><summary type='text'>With less than one month until I leave for college and begin the next four years of my life, I begin to think about what I hope to accomplish. I get the same feeling when I look at the course catalog as I do when I see all the books I want to read at Barnes &amp; Noble. I get a sense of fatigue. Not the kind of tired fatigue where you don't want to do anything anymore, but a sense that I will never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115387469471898559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115387469471898559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115387469471898559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115387469471898559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/07/learn-me-something-new.html' title='Learn Me Something New'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115362908538257409</id><published>2006-07-22T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T12:03:11.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Remedies &amp; Vacation Memories</title><summary type='text'>I am finally back home. After 10 days of vacation, I have made it back to the 100+ degree Antelope Valley. My vacation spanned from Berkeley to Ashland to Bend to Portland to Olympia then Sequim and finally home... I am glad to be back.After 19 hours, 1150 miles and various pit stops we made it back home in one day. It was one of the toughest drives I have ever endured, but luckily with a good </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115362908538257409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115362908538257409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115362908538257409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115362908538257409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/07/home-remedies-vacation-memories.html' title='Home Remedies &amp; Vacation Memories'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115319730457815817</id><published>2006-07-17T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T16:33:48.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from Sequim</title><summary type='text'>I am at the end of my vacation here in the middle of no where in northern Washington state in a city called Sequim. My Uncle David, who is 51 but acts 80 retired up here and it's basically the lavender capital of the world. I have been a bad blogger on vacation. Too many activities, trust me though, everywhere I go I think, "I can put this in my blog" so I promise one of the first things I do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115319730457815817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115319730457815817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115319730457815817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115319730457815817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/07/greetings-from-sequim.html' title='Greetings from Sequim'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115268004818543406</id><published>2006-07-11T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:54:08.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A</title><summary type='text'>I am writing this from my hotel room in Ashland, Oregon. The past two days I attended CalSO, the Cal Student Orientation in Berkeley. This included getting up at 6:30 in the morning on the weekend in the summer to drive up to the bay area wih my family in our 2003 VW  Passat. We stopped in Cupertino to visit my aunt who lives in Olympia, but was visiting her parents. I also had an ulterior motive</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115268004818543406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115268004818543406' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115268004818543406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115268004818543406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/07/c-l-i-f-o-r-n-i.html' title='C-A-L-I-F-O-R-N-I-A'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115222808168961143</id><published>2006-07-06T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T16:21:21.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of Jew-ly</title><summary type='text'>The Fourth of July in my family consists of watching the Twilight Zone marathon and making sure my dog doesn't go crazy with thg loud noises of the fireworks. This particular Fourth of July was only a little bit different in that I finally finished one of the funniest books I have ever read, "The Know It All" by AJ Jacobs. The author had so many hilarious anecdotes about what he read it was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115222808168961143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115222808168961143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115222808168961143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115222808168961143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/07/fourth-of-jew-ly.html' title='Fourth of Jew-ly'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115186689125731815</id><published>2006-07-02T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T12:01:31.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast</title><summary type='text'>I woke up this morning and after getting a drink of water I proceeded to the refrigerator to look for something to eat. I could have had the traditional yogurt or blueberries, but there was something else there staring me in the face as if to say "C'mon eat me, you know you want to." It was the Trader Joe's carrot cake I enjoyed a slice of the previous evening. I thought to myself, "why not?" I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115186689125731815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115186689125731815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115186689125731815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115186689125731815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/07/breakfast.html' title='Breakfast'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115155733367630056</id><published>2006-06-28T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:02:13.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pack of Smarties</title><summary type='text'>In case you didn't know, last summer I worked at NASA in a high school internship and I got paid pretty decent wages. This kept me busy from 7:30 to about 5:00 during the work week. I also took an acting class over the summer at the local community college. This summer however I am jobless. I haven't really worked since then. I pretty much considered school and robotics my job.This week I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115155733367630056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115155733367630056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115155733367630056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115155733367630056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/06/pack-of-smarties.html' title='Pack of Smarties'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30257688.post-115127780100251024</id><published>2006-06-25T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T16:23:21.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless</title><summary type='text'>My name is Benji and I am now a true blogger.I have dabbled a little in blogging via MySpace, but nothing like this where I am dedicated. I thought it would be a good idea to have a blog other than a MySpace blog. I just graduated from high school and I hope to use this so people can see what I am doing while at college. I will be attending the University of California Berkeley (Cal) in the fall </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/feeds/115127780100251024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30257688&amp;postID=115127780100251024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115127780100251024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30257688/posts/default/115127780100251024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scornsoftime.blogspot.com/2006/06/timeless.html' title='Timeless'/><author><name>Benji</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07908523526857512816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://a717.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/33/l_f7af9dd8c482ff7ae0feaf394aaad4a4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
