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  <title>Der Berichterstatter</title>
  <subtitle>The Tale of a Real Life Atomoton</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Jeffrey</name>
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  <updated>2005-09-28T04:13:41Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:30190</id>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-09-27T23:12:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-28T04:13:41Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-28T04:13:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I want to seek quality.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:29904</id>
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    <title>Downgrade</title>
    <published>2005-09-18T23:40:21Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-18T23:40:21Z</updated>
    <lj:music>m83 - Gone</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Due to my new college budget I have had to downgrade my Oreo consumption habits from the normal "double stuff" Oreos, to the regular less cream filled "regular Oreos". This is more economical you see as there are more Oreos per-package. Sad though, I like my double stuff..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:29663</id>
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    <title>Fall of the Lair</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T08:37:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T08:37:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>The Album Leaf - Over The Pond (thanks Gen)</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This evening I stripped HAL for parts. HAL was my oldest computer, which was being used for a music server. I took these parts, and others that I purchased/bartered for and beefed up my main cpu, “The Beast”. This is a good as the beast now runs like a motherfucker, but it is bittersweet as it marks the end of an era. HAL, having served well through middle school, the apartment era, and all three golden ages of the lair is now for the most part dead and decommissioned. The beast will soon leave its home, along with much of my other equipment marking the end of the third golden age of the lair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who has ever known this place, bless you.. and let us pray that someday there will be a fourth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bon Voyage.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:29357</id>
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    <title>Tonight I saw in three dimensions for the first time.</title>
    <published>2005-08-19T09:40:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-19T09:40:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Everything I see is obviously in three dimensions but to me has always looked no different than the two dimensional images on a TV screen.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I went outside around 3:30 to take a walk. It is an extremely foggy night. I walked by a house with a spotlight-like light mounted on their garage. This light shined through the branches of a thick tree in such a way that it produced heavy beams of light illuminated by the fog, shining in all directions. Never before have I experienced three dimensions like this. Each beam of light seemed as if I could put fourth my mouth and bite it.. infact I tried. I literally could &lt;i&gt;see&lt;/i&gt; each particle of light that hung all around me in the air. &lt;br /&gt;God it's such an awesome world we live in.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:29004</id>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-08-03T02:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-03T07:38:07Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-04T02:15:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Waiting for the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the thirst you feel to end.&lt;br /&gt;My darling little flower’s stem must bend,&lt;br /&gt;In sandy days I know you fight to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not night but I fear it’s far from day.&lt;br /&gt;My darling flower’s petal now must fade,&lt;br /&gt;Her shining hues no longer let to glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the wind. &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for your breath to reach the sky.&lt;br /&gt;My darling flower’s scent to whisper why,&lt;br /&gt;Your secret still for no one else to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the rain.&lt;br /&gt;With every stormless day that we can see,&lt;br /&gt;My darling flower rests still beside me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never have the time to let you go.</content>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-07-25T03:27:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-25T08:27:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-25T08:27:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;html&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.foboslounge.com/images/self%20portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;/html&gt;</content>
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    <title>A Small Step</title>
    <published>2005-07-13T04:48:10Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-13T04:51:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Like the rest I am a product of the great "Cosmic Mudpuddle" that everyone pretends to understand but doesn't really. &lt;br /&gt;I was born with a little rope tied around my pinky finger. People I know kept putting little ropes around me and tieing them to other things until I was old enough to do it myself. The more they keep talking the thicker the little ropes seem to get and the more hopeless it seems to wonder why you'd ever what to break them. &lt;br /&gt;So now whats going to happen now that I really try to?&lt;br /&gt;Why must people be so taut, I think it best to be splashed around in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.foboslounge.com/images/galexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;/html&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:28109</id>
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    <title>a thought</title>
    <published>2005-07-08T07:12:50Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-08T22:30:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">What is more important.. To be king, or to know the consequence of that which you rule?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:27805</id>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-07-04T03:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-07-04T08:00:18Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T08:00:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;html&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.foboslounge.com/images/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;/html&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:27395</id>
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    <title>Central Mound Tower</title>
    <published>2005-07-01T08:45:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-07-04T08:04:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;There are certain places I go in my head when I want to be at peace. It's nice when I can find one that exists in real life:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elk Mound Wisconsin: An extremely small rural community inhabited half by farmers, and half by once middle class suburbanites looking to escape to a smaller world. In the town's center, a stone tower resembling a castle's parapet stands erect atop the highest hillside of rolling green and scattered trees. The setting sun hangs in the humid air, shrouding the land in golden sort of haze for as far as the colors stretch. I turn to my new friend who had lived beside it for a lifetime. To her it's as common as morning coffee or afternoon tea.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:27180</id>
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    <title>Deep in a Dream</title>
    <published>2005-06-23T00:53:51Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-23T00:55:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">After spending the night awake, this morning around 6 I drove down to Minneapolis and walked around. I enjoyed seeing all the people hurrying off to work. I walked down the Mississippi until I was sure I didn't know where I was anymore and just stood for a long time watching the water go.</content>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-06-17T02:20:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-17T07:20:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-17T07:21:44Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I woke up with music in my ears. Down from the frosted pine tree in which I spent the night.&lt;br /&gt;Snowbound.&lt;br /&gt;"Lets sleep in today" I told myself outloud. As long as the man in my head knows how to work that saxophone, I'll be alright for the morning.&lt;br /&gt;The sun was still low, and it made the falling crystals dance in just this little way..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:26756</id>
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    <title>A Final Cross:</title>
    <published>2005-06-11T06:41:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-11T06:41:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"I never thought I could fall in love with a Romulan" I told her as I wiped the sweat from my brow and turned my head away into the night. All that I had felt was true, but as I pulled back her flowing hair to reveal a single pointed ear, my heart cried out in rage. &lt;br /&gt;"No my love, it was not you which caught my heart at such surprise. Hatred was written in our blood, and so it is my own twisted fate that keeps me from you now."&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my cloak from her shoulders she fled from the room, leaving me alone to add the finishing touches to my thesis. The words peered up in green. I knew it, it had been true all along.</content>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-06-07T02:18:00</title>
    <published>2005-06-07T07:17:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-07T07:17:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;html&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.foboslounge.com/images/tuesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;/html&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:26247</id>
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    <title>Achtung.</title>
    <published>2005-05-27T06:44:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-27T06:44:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Well the government officially agrees, slow on the uptake I say. Too bad I already stopped counting. =)&lt;br /&gt;There is so much coming, I just can't wait..</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:25986</id>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-05-25T23:24:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-26T04:21:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-26T04:21:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The rain is beautiful, simply.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:fobosprobato:25623</id>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-05-22T15:33:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-22T20:30:37Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-22T20:34:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sipping back a glass of acid water,&lt;br /&gt;Jeff turned down the amplifier.&lt;br /&gt;Ringing in his head the tune gone missing,&lt;br /&gt;He knew the song would soon be tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought back to when they band had come,&lt;br /&gt;And his friends threw up their hands in joy, &lt;br /&gt;Now the record wheel turns slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'cause no one knows how to listen,&lt;br /&gt;to the aftershow.</content>
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    <title>It Matters</title>
    <published>2005-05-06T06:43:47Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-06T06:45:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Environmentalism is 90% talk.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to support an organization that &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; makes a difference in the preservation of our environment, cough up the 25 bucks, and become a member. It's a lot bigger deal than you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sierraclub.org/membership/why/"&gt;http://www.sierraclub.org/membership/why/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-05-01T21:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-05-02T02:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-02T02:31:11Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Roots - Sacrifice</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I had a dream last night. Woke up and rememberd almost nothing, but could feel it almost all day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to know I'm still capable of that.</content>
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    <title>Last of The Fobos Posts</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T23:14:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-07T07:25:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">From now on, all Fobos Lounge related news (and many other great things) will be posted on the newly created "Fobos Forums". Please check back often to see whats going on at The Lounge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foboslounge.com/forums/"&gt;www.foboslounge.com/forums&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/html&gt;</content>
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    <title>Yees..</title>
    <published>2005-04-25T02:06:44Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-25T02:06:44Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Chet Baker - Arn't you glad you're you?</lj:music>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-04-21T00:17:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-21T05:20:16Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-21T05:24:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In my posetion in a thick menilla envalope.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon.</content>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-04-17T00:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-17T04:26:48Z</published>
    <updated>2005-06-07T07:27:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;html&gt;&lt;img src="http://foboslounge.com/images/fobosfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;/html&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;html&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foboslounge.com/"&gt;www.foboslounge.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/html&gt;</content>
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    <title>fobosprobato @ 2005-04-16T00:46:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-16T05:39:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-17T04:21:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;html&gt;&lt;img src="http://foboslounge.klaser.net/images/beholder.jpg"&gt;&lt;/html&gt;</content>
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    <title>Apartment Related Memory No. I:</title>
    <published>2005-04-14T03:01:57Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-14T03:02:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ray to fully packed MHS Auditorium:&lt;/b&gt; ..you see Jeff's dad.. he used to have this place we all used to go hang out at, and he'd never actually be home or anything.. ::short silence:: ..and so we bought Mrs. Holmburg a wedding cake.. except it's not actually a wedding cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Jeff to fully packed MHS Auditorium: &lt;/b&gt; ..uhh yeah ..uhh.. thanks Mrs. Holmburg!</content>
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