<?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-3658735</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:32:18.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NBierma.com File</title><subtitle type='html'>Excerpts from the Web highlighted by NBierma.com</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-115660958060615360</id><published>2006-08-26T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T11:26:20.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Gospel According to ... ... Charlie Brown, Tony Soprano, and other unlikely spiritual guidesAndy CrouchThe early church was awash in gospels. Yet early bishops managed to winnow the field, and for well over a millennium, Christendom knew of just four "evangelists." In the gothic chapel of the seminary I attended, they stare down imposingly from niches above the altar, four carved figures with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/115660958060615360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/115660958060615360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115660958060615360' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-111540060182390565</id><published>2005-05-06T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T12:30:01.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>'The place at the edge'By Nathan VanderKlippeThe Edmonton JournalSunday ReaderSun 01 May 2005Page: D4ISACHSEN, Nunavut -- A little more than a thousand kilometres from theNorth Pole, a line of snowmobiles snakes through a blistering wind.Behind each snowmobile, a wooden sled called a kamotiq bounces its loadof jerry cans, tents and food across the rough and uneven ice of thefrozen Arctic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/111540060182390565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/111540060182390565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111540060182390565' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-111137248277999623</id><published>2005-03-20T20:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T20:34:42.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>(Is true love possible in 90 minutes?Also see 2nd item here)A lot to do in 90 minutesby Devin RoseChicago TribuneFebruary 6, 2005True love had better slip alongside me and bowl me over, because it's notgoing to happen if it takes as much work as is spelled out in "How to MakeSomeone Love You Forever! In 90 Minutes or Less" by Nicholas Boothman(Workman Publishing, $16.95).Not only do you have to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/111137248277999623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/111137248277999623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111137248277999623' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-111137226127363581</id><published>2005-03-20T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T20:31:01.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>C'mon, 'Baby' -- let's do the twistYou'll be surprised to hear why we hate spoiled endingsBy Julia KellerChicago TribuneFebruary 6, 2005Relax. We will not be discussing the controversial ending of "Million DollarBaby."We will, however, be discussing the reasons why we can't discuss thecontroversial ending of "Million Dollar Baby."Firmly holding us back is the fact that the film's conclusion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/111137226127363581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/111137226127363581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111137226127363581' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110763649409702306</id><published>2005-02-05T14:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T14:48:14.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Catching Light: Looking For God In The Movies -- by Roy M. AnkerCapsule submitted to The BannerNathan BiermaIt's been said that writing about music is like dancing about architecture. Why write about music when you can listen to it? The same may seem to be true of movies--isn't the point to watch them, not to read about them. Roy Anker shows just how wrong this statement is. In 13 florid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110763649409702306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110763649409702306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110763649409702306' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110659855539552174</id><published>2005-01-24T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T14:29:15.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Posted 12:45 PM &lt;2003_06_08_nbiermafile_archive.html&gt; by Nathan BiermaE-mail from history professor on Robert Putnam, individualism, andpost-Sept.11 altruism:The Putnam reference is pretty interesting, and in fact this question cameupin one of my classes this week (I think I was the one who raised it though...).Are we really not as individualistic as he says we are? I think Putnam would</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110659855539552174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110659855539552174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110659855539552174' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110494484682422714</id><published>2005-01-05T11:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T10:45:46.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More from Grant Barrett on the evolution of slang (see below for his multi-tentacled bio):The people who have to look up the meaning of chillax are people who are disconnected from the common sources of slang, such as hip-hop or youth culture or technology or the Internet. If you're on the leading edge of language, such words come with their meaning in context, so you have no need to look </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110494484682422714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110494484682422714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110494484682422714' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110488064696017215</id><published>2005-01-04T17:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:17:26.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reprinted by permission of the ACTFLAmerican Council on the Teaching of Foreign Languages (ACTFL)2004 Convention – Chicago, IllinoisOPENING GENERAL SESSIONNovember 19, 200411:00 a.m.Remarks byAmbassador Michael LemmonDean – School of Language StudiesDepartment of State / Foreign Service Institute____________Language Policy and the State Department:A Strategic Plan and Roadmap	</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110488064696017215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110488064696017215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110488064696017215' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110488033799692279</id><published>2005-01-04T17:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:12:50.553-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From The Banner, February 2003By Nathan Biermalinked from my 4/7/03 B&amp;C blogIt's been 20 years now since USA Today changed the face of newspapers. It appeared as a colorful, pepped-up paper with splashy graphics and thinned-down articles, dispensed from boxes that looked like televisions. Called "McPaper" for its preference for news nuggets and bright colors over news nutrition, its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110488033799692279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110488033799692279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110488033799692279' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110488031181846476</id><published>2005-01-04T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T17:11:51.816-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Interview with Victor Eremita, continued from my 4/7/03 B&amp;C blogHow does your use of a pseudonym parallel Kierkegaard's, who wished to appear idle so as to disguise the pace of his solitary work?You’re right that the pseudonym Victor Eremita comes from a pseudonym Kierkegaard used, as does the journal entry from which I took the title “Obedient Hound” for my website. In the journal entry, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110488031181846476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110488031181846476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110488031181846476' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110451812209849570</id><published>2004-12-31T13:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T12:35:22.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,125516,00.htmlSaving 'Merry Christmas'Wednesday, July 14, 2004LOS ANGELES - It isn’t exactly the season for “Jingle Bells” and Santa Claus, but one man is on a crusade to save Christmas anyway.Manuel Zammarano has formed the Committee to Save Merry Christmas (search ) to protest the fact that big retailers profit from Christmas shopping dollars but refuse </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110451812209849570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110451812209849570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110451812209849570' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110434024163653109</id><published>2004-12-29T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:10:41.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the Plain English Campaign:We'll leave you this year with the following piece, sent to us by Alexandra Jones of San Francisco, who received it from Ralph Ostermueller of The Financial Valuation Group.The Night Before Christmas:Whereas, on or about the night prior to Christmas, there did occur at a certain improved piece of real property (hereinafter "the House") a general lack of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110434024163653109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110434024163653109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110434024163653109' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110434017333124101</id><published>2004-12-29T11:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T11:09:33.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Among the additions to the forthcoming 2nd edition of the New Oxford American Dictionary, according to Oxford editor Erin McKean:Splen·da /?splend?/ * n. trademark an artificial sweetener used as a calorie-free sugar substitute.cop·y·left /?käpï?left/ * n. an arrangement whereby software or artistic work may be used, modified, and distributed freely on condition that anything derived from it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110434017333124101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110434017333124101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110434017333124101' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110382794420533833</id><published>2004-12-23T13:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T12:52:24.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.usatoday.com/tech/news/2004-11-23-tv-rather_x.htm?csp=34CBS News anchor Dan Rather has been known for his folksy sayings. A sampling:Election night 2004: "(John) Kerry can still win it, but at this point he's got his back to the wall, his shirttail on fire, and a bill collector's at the door." The election is "closer than Lassie and Timmy." "Put on a cup of coffee; this race </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110382794420533833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110382794420533833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110382794420533833' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110329692398143138</id><published>2004-12-17T09:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T09:22:03.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had linguist Mark Liberman diagnose this statement by my wife: "Oh well, right?"I'm inclined to support your analysis that it's a kind of quote. A similar case might be the use of fragments of familiar phrases:"'How sharper than a serpent's tooth', right?"or"'Let him who is without sin', right?"But the context doesn't seem to be as open to non-linguistic material as   quotative "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110329692398143138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110329692398143138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110329692398143138' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110253752618106201</id><published>2004-12-08T14:20:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T14:25:26.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OED on merry I. That causes pleasure.    1.    a. Of an occupation, event, state, or condition: causingpleasure or happiness; pleasing, delightful. Obs.  eOE ÆLFRED tr. Boethius De Consol. Philos. (Otho) xxxi. 70 [For] yic nat hwæt a wor[uldlustas] myrges bringa [L. quid habeatjucunditatis] hiora luf[igendum]. eOE Metres of Boethius (partly fromtranscript of damaged MS) xiii. 45 Him a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110253752618106201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110253752618106201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110253752618106201' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110253751269887733</id><published>2004-12-08T14:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T14:25:12.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OED on merry I. That causes pleasure.    1.    a. Of an occupation, event, state, or condition: causingpleasure or happiness; pleasing, delightful. Obs.  eOE ÆLFRED tr. Boethius De Consol. Philos. (Otho) xxxi. 70 [For] yic nat hwæt a wor[uldlustas] myrges bringa [L. quid habeatjucunditatis] hiora luf[igendum]. eOE Metres of Boethius (partly fromtranscript of damaged MS) xiii. 45 Him a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110253751269887733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110253751269887733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110253751269887733' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110236521937336173</id><published>2004-12-06T14:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T14:43:24.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York TimesOctober 19, 2003 ON LANGUAGE; Flagellum DeiBy William SafireWe will come to sodomy in a moment. To stagger together through today'scolumn about grammatical possessiveness, you and I must agree on thedifference between a gerund and a participle.Take the word dancing. It starts out as a form of a verb: "Look, Ma, I'mdancing!" When that word is used as an adjective to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110236521937336173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110236521937336173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110236521937336173' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110217812140033123</id><published>2004-12-04T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T10:35:21.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2003/06/03/entertainment/main556831.shtmlhttp://www.afi.com/tv/handv.aspFrom the American Film Institute's list of top 100 movie heroes andvillains,with character and performer names and the film:Heroes1. Atticus Finch (Gregory Peck), ``To Kill a Mockingbird.''2. Indiana Jones (Harrison Ford), ``Raiders of the Lost Ark.''3. James Bond (Sean Connery), ``Dr.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110217812140033123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110217812140033123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110217812140033123' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110212057153783516</id><published>2004-12-03T18:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T09:45:55.470-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Becoming Good: A Pentadic Analysis of the Moral Messages in Elementary School Curricula and Textbooks from Two ContextsMarissa Bambrey, Wooster Collegepresented at NCA 2004partial list of Works Cited:Bellitto, Christopher M. “Incomplete Pictures: Religion in High-School Textbooks on  European History.” Social Studies 87 (1996): 274-80.Kohlberg, Lawrence. “Moral Development and the New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110212057153783516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110212057153783516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110212057153783516' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110211890798448988</id><published>2004-12-03T18:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-03T18:08:27.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NY Times11/29/04DEAR DIARY:It was a weekday afternoon. I was on a downtown E train absorbed in my newspaper. The door from the preceding car opened and a bespectacled man entered."Thank you, ladies and gentlemen!" he shouted and, as if reading my mind, added: "I am not here today to ask you for money. I am here to thank you for what you have already been kind enough to give me over the past </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110211890798448988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110211890798448988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110211890798448988' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110176736930147184</id><published>2004-11-29T16:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T16:29:29.300-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York TimesON LANGUAGE; Pg. 21By William SafireJune 27, 2004 SundayGone Missing'An Astrophysicist Goes Missing, and His Children Search the Stars''was a headline that caught the eye of Daniel Baldwin of New York: ''Myintuition tells me that the term goes missing is grammaticallyincorrect,'' he writes. ''Here is a possible explanation: It is properto link goes with a gerund (e.g.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110176736930147184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110176736930147184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110176736930147184' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110115283271598588</id><published>2004-11-22T13:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T13:47:12.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grief gives life to gift business; Ways to express sympathy move beyond flowersBy Susan ChandlerChicago TribuneSeptember 12, 2004As a social worker in a neonatal intensive care unit,Renee Wood became adept at comforting people in thethroes of grief. She often would sit with familieswhile their babies were being taken off life support.But when her sister-in-law's father died </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110115283271598588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110115283271598588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110115283271598588' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-110083244539620679</id><published>2004-11-18T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T20:47:25.396-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some e-mail responses to this op-ed in the Detroit Free Press:BLEEDING HEARTS:- Since the election I have struggled and debated with some of my closest Christian friends about why I voted for Kerry and why they voted for Bush. ... A lot of [my Christian college friends] were very conservative Republicans! How do we as Christians change this mind set? - Thank you for setting the record </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110083244539620679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/110083244539620679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110083244539620679' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109968654920485899</id><published>2004-11-05T14:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T13:42:03.913-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From grammar maven James Vanden Bosch:These structures are very much like absolute phrases, although they probably come into existence in a slightly different way than ordinary absolute phrases do.  Absolute phrases are reduced forms of clauses, reduced to the phrase level in order to be subordinated to the main clause they are attached to.  The structures in the nightly news broadcasts have, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109968654920485899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109968654920485899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109968654920485899' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109873939530614922</id><published>2004-10-25T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T16:23:15.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rico the dog's vocabulary restarts linguists' debateBy Nathan BiermaChicago TribuneJuly 1, 2004... But while there was no question that Rico's skills were remarkable, thestudy did reignite a contentious debate among linguists about whetheranimals can actually understand language. Rico can fetch different toys, butdoes he understand what his owner is saying?No way, fumed Geoffrey Pullum</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109873939530614922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109873939530614922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109873939530614922' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109787454563820899</id><published>2004-10-15T16:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:09:05.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LCA BulletinFall 2004Lexington Christian AcademyA Way of SeeingThe Role of Literature in Cultivating Inquiryby Theresa MorinHonor. Morality. Truth. The acknowledgement of sin and the profession of faith. Tragedy, comedy, and everything in between. This is life. This is literature. Like us, Achilles, the main character of Homer's Illiad, wrestles with what it means to be human and have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109787454563820899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109787454563820899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109787454563820899' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109761460323053806</id><published>2004-10-12T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T15:56:43.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sports IllustratedSeptember 22, 2003Houston, We Have Liftoff;With a weekend sweep of the Cardinals, the Astros took command in the NL Central and gave a football town reason to believe in its baseball teamBy Tom VerducciBaseball in Houston is a cup of tea at Starbucks, an order of salmon at The Palm or a car ride through Venice. It has an odd ring to it. Forty-one years after the major </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109761460323053806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109761460323053806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109761460323053806' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109751281027416380</id><published>2004-10-11T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T11:40:10.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Linguist Anatoly Liberman, on whether "cream" was a blend of "cramum" and "cresme," as dictionaries speculate: To begin with, Latin CRAMUM was recorded only in the 6th century,whence the reference to LATE Latin in most dictionaries.  The word isusually believed to be of Gaulish origin, but good arguments have beenadvanced that it is traceable to Latin.  This circumstance is irrelevant for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109751281027416380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109751281027416380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109751281027416380' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109716208477460029</id><published>2004-10-07T10:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T10:14:44.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicago Tribune REDEYE EDITIONFebruary 20, 2003 Excuse me, can I ask a question?By Jimmy GreenfieldThe other night, on my way to the Red Line, a man who appeared to be in his early 20s stopped me to ask for money.Actually, he didn't stop me. He approached me and I chose to stop. It was after midnight and there wasn't really anybody else around, so I'm not sure why I didn't feel more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109716208477460029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109716208477460029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109716208477460029' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109571074369194619</id><published>2004-09-20T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T15:05:43.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From wordcraft.infopop.ccA dumbbell is a fine tool for exercise, but what does it have to do with a bell? A church's bell ringer would pull down on a rope, causing the bell to swing and toll the hours. Since bells were heavy, bell ringers developed great upper body strength. Their work also required a good deal of practice. (I presume this was, in part, to learn to time the pulls to match the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109571074369194619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109571074369194619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109571074369194619' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109571060171807851</id><published>2004-09-20T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T15:03:21.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nathan VanderKlippeCanWest News ServiceYellowknife, N.W.T.Sept. 2004Somewhere in the murky depths of the continent’s deepest lake lurks amonster.Jim Lynn is sure of it.This week, the 66-year-old Roman Catholic priest was looking out fromhis home on the shores of Great Slave Lake near Yellowknife when he sawan object trailing a small boat across the water.“I got the goggles because </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109571060171807851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109571060171807851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109571060171807851' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109518809044219128</id><published>2004-09-14T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:54:50.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From wordcraft.infopop.ccThe classical Greeks, like any other ethnic group, used ethnic slurs upon their neighbors. This week we'll present some of those slurs that have come into English.Yes, I can foresee you saying for some of these words, "That wasn't ancient Greek. It was coined by later speakers versed in the classics." Or, "That referred not to the ethnic group, but to the traits of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109518809044219128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109518809044219128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109518809044219128' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109517589004595420</id><published>2004-09-14T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T10:31:30.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ethnic NewsTribal College Journal of American Indian Higher Education2004 Spring; Vol. 15, No. 3; Pg. 8-91235 wordsNative Languages: a Question of Life or DeathBy Ambler, MarjaneDuring the Vietnam War, a Blackfeet man, Marvin Weatherwax, and three othersoldiers were captured by the enemy. They hung the soldiers by the armsalong the wall and asked, "What unit are you from? How many are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109517589004595420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109517589004595420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109517589004595420' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109456968488926344</id><published>2004-09-07T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T10:08:04.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>David Denby, New Yorker, on "We Don't Live Here Anymore"He frames this discordant material with formal elegance and a soothing, even redemptive beauty--the right aesthetic strategy, I think, since other people’s unhappiness, however fascinating, can be merely tawdry when offered without the relief of lyricism.David Denby, New YorkerJanuary 12, 2004, on "House of Sand and Fog"The ineluctable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109456968488926344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109456968488926344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109456968488926344' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109441822133325025</id><published>2004-09-05T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T16:03:41.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From wordcraft.infopop.ccA pair of words whose meanings contrast but whose etymologies pose like problems.peccadillo – a small sin or faultpunctilio – 1. a fine point of etiquette 2. precise observance of formalitiesBut do these words come from Italian? The authorities' etymologies cite both Italian and Spanish.¹ But the first English citations are 1591 and 1596 respectively, and I'd say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109441822133325025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109441822133325025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109441822133325025' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109397781572708405</id><published>2004-08-31T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-31T13:43:35.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recent instances of wise as a suffix (see 2nd item here), pulled off Lexis:meaning "wise about":City officials are asking people to be water-wise and hinting that if they don't comply voluntarily, it will be mandatory.The Arizona RepublicJuly 9, 2004 Friday But if a particular group isn't into the dead poets society, [Burt Kornegay] knows when to close the book. "Burt, categorically is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109397781572708405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109397781572708405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109397781572708405' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109388399238209077</id><published>2004-08-30T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:39:52.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Most common surnames, Census 1990http://www.census.gov/genealogy/names/dist.all.lastName/% of sample/% of sample including all names listed above           SMITH          1.006  1.006      1JOHNSON        0.810  1.816      2WILLIAMS       0.699  2.515      3JONES          0.621  3.136      4BROWN          0.621  3.757      5DAVIS          0.480  4.237      6MILLER         0.424  4.660</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109388399238209077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109388399238209077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109388399238209077' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109388341626058639</id><published>2004-08-30T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T11:30:16.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.boston.com/news/globe/ideas/articles/2004/08/08/the_price_of_gas/The price of gasBy Jan FreemanBoston GlobeAugust 8, 2004FIGURATIVE PRICES won't put a dent in your wallet, but they fluctuate just like real ones, and reader Phil Smith sniffed danger in my recent reference to politicians' avoidance of "10-dollar words." "When I was a lad," Smith e-mailed from Waterloo, Ontario, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109388341626058639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109388341626058639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109388341626058639' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109329693627470107</id><published>2004-08-23T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T16:35:36.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the world's watchingHint: Michael Phelps isn't that big a deal in Italy, Pakistan or ChinaChicago TribuneAugust 23, 2004Dispatches by Kim Barker, Michael A. Lev, Hugh Dellios, Dennis Ginosi, Charles Hawley, Peter Almond, Colin McMahon, Kirsten Fogg and Michael McGuireNot exactly cricketBy Kim Barker, Tribune foreign correspondentISLAMABAD, Pakistan -- Few people really care about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109329693627470107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109329693627470107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109329693627470107' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109327222846208282</id><published>2004-08-23T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T09:43:48.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Linguistic foraging yields a hoard (horde?) of eggcornsRocky Mountain NewsLinda SeebachAugust 21, 2004Now that I have a name for eggcorns, I find them everywhere.Here's one, from an Op-Ed about education sent in by a reader: [President Bush] "stomps for his 'No Child Left Behind' policy."Can't you just see the president stomping across the stage to the lectern, preparing for a stump </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109327222846208282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109327222846208282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109327222846208282' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109292958216962311</id><published>2004-08-19T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T10:33:02.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Academics on the attack over religion journalismBy James WarrenChicago TribuneJuly 5, 2004There's nothing like a good academic spitball fight, so please, oh please,check out the spring issue of a tiny publication called Religion in the Newsvia Trinity College, a fine institution in Hartford, Conn."Journalistically Ignorant" is editor Mark Silk's rejoinder to a piecetitled, "Religiously </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109292958216962311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109292958216962311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109292958216962311' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109122237882418386</id><published>2004-07-30T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-30T16:19:38.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Newspapers looking for love in all the wrong placesKathleen ParkerIt's hard to watch a loved one grow sick and die, as print journalists know too well. Newspapers have been on a slide for years and remedy seems remote.Thus, a recent memo to Tribune Co. employees came as little surprise, just another notice in a series of bad years. Two hundred jobs in the news division are being eliminated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109122237882418386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109122237882418386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109122237882418386' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-109059937062722053</id><published>2004-07-23T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T11:21:50.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Charleston Post and Courier7/18/04Artist examines the mind's magic, mystery BY BILL THOMPSON Of The Post and Courier Staff Cacophony, anyone?"The real wonder of the brain, I think, is the ease with which it can craft a fluent, persuasive stable sense of self when there is all this uncertainty and commotion going on."Diane Ackerman should know. She has been deflecting the din of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109059937062722053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/109059937062722053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109059937062722053' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108999343610589002</id><published>2004-07-16T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T10:57:16.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your name is Kerry Edwards? That's the ticket By Christine BadowskiChicago TribuneJuly 16, 2004If John Kerry, the likely Democratic nominee for president, had picked, oh, say, Richard Gephardt as his running mate, the ticket would have been a lot less troublesome for many folks since there just aren't many Kerry Gephardts out there. But the name Kerry Edwards, well, that's a different story. A </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108999343610589002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108999343610589002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108999343610589002' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108999314321562429</id><published>2004-07-16T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T10:52:23.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some it's coffee; for others it's classBy Dan Mihalopoulos and Antonio OlivoChicago TribunePublished July 16, 2004Starbucks, an icon for everything from gentrification to Seattle chic to corporate dominance, means something simpler to 5th Ward Ald. Leslie Hairston."You are officially a neighborhood when you get a Starbucks," said Hairston, who fought to bring one to South Shore even as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108999314321562429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108999314321562429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108999314321562429' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108982408260790777</id><published>2004-07-14T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T10:37:43.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Weekly Standard May 3, 2004 3341 words For the Birds; New adventures in literary birding. Robert Finch, The Weekly Standard The Verb 'To Bird' Sightings of an Avid Birder by Peter Cashwell Paul Dry, 273 pp., $14.95 The Big Year A Tale of Man, Nature, and Fowl Obsession by Mark Obmascik Free Press, 268 pp., $25 Going Wild Adventures with Birds in the Suburban Wilderness by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108982408260790777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108982408260790777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108982408260790777' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108974567858132097</id><published>2004-07-13T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T14:47:39.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did the reporting for this story over several months in 2002 for the Chicago Tribune. The story was eventually rejected by the features department for being too much like a news report (feature-type flourishes, I found, can be hard to come by when everyone close to an upcoming trial isn't allowed to comment). Although I lacked much appetite to pry into this family's personal problems, I did </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108974567858132097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108974567858132097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108974567858132097' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108973533737373532</id><published>2004-07-13T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T11:15:37.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I covered the inaugural season of the Grand Rapids Force in the U.S. Professional Volleyball League for The Grand Rapids Press. I submitted this story to Grand Rapids magazine in October 2002, but it was cancelled when the USPV suffered the sudden pullout of key investors and went belly-up before its second season. Tour de ForceBy Nathan BiermaGrand Rapids' minor league sports boom was about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108973533737373532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108973533737373532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108973533737373532' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108966688528183984</id><published>2004-07-12T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T16:14:45.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pos	Batters	Edit	Opp	Status	H/AB	R	HR	RBI	SB	AVG C	J. López (Bal - C)	 			106/330	45	12	42	0	.321 1B	D. Lee (ChC - 1B)	 			96/316	42	12	49	6	.304 2B	M. Loretta (SD - 2B)  	 			112/347	60	8	36	2	.323 3B	V. Castilla (Col - 3B)  	 			84/309	47	16	71	0	.272 SS	R. AuriliaNA (Sea - SS)  	 			63/261	27	4	28	1	.241 OF	L. González (Ari - LF)	 			86/319	61	15	43	2	.270 OF	S. Podsednik (Mil - CF)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108966688528183984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108966688528183984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108966688528183984' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108878162046130999</id><published>2004-07-02T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T10:20:20.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Traditional knowledge helps point way for new science  Nathan VanderKlippe  CanWest News Service Thursday, February 19, 2004 A FIVE-PART SERIESIn a joint project of The Journal and Global Television, CanWest reporter Nathan VanderKlippe travelled to the Canadian research ship Amundsen in the ice of Franklin Bay, N.W.T.- TODAY: Researchers rely on Inuit know-how. ON GLOBAL TV at 5:30 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108878162046130999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108878162046130999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878162046130999' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108878151227494797</id><published>2004-07-02T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T10:18:32.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Arctic research makes greenhouse-gas findScientist shocked at rate northern ice draws down carbon dioxide from atmosphere  Nathan VanderKlippe  CanWest News Service Tuesday, February 17, 2004 THE NEW ARCTIC EXPLORERSA five-part seriesIn a joint project of The Journal and Global Television, CanWest reporter Nathan VanderKlippe travelled to the Canadian research ship Amundsen amid the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108878151227494797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108878151227494797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108878151227494797' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108854983421405919</id><published>2004-06-29T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T17:57:14.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.philly.com/mld/inquirer/entertainment/books/6634673.htmPosted on Thu, Aug. 28, 2003 Book Review | At a reunion, he ruminates about lost loveReunionBy Alan LightmanPantheon. 231 pp. $22Reviewed by Marta SalijMan goes to 30th college reunion. Remembers girl who got away. Feels sad. The end.You just got five hours of your life back.Too harsh? What if I told you that the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108854983421405919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108854983421405919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108854983421405919' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108844587301588277</id><published>2004-06-28T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T13:04:33.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chi.Tribune editor:I hate to think a bit of history has come to be considered an "ugly, pointless and noxious" affectation [as a letter writer says]."lede" (pronounced leed) is a term for the first paragraph of a news story."lead" (pronounced leed) is a term for the most important news story; traditionally it carries the biggest headline and runs on the right-hand side of Page One, above the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108844587301588277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108844587301588277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108844587301588277' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108785100882545552</id><published>2004-06-21T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T11:22:14.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mini-corpus for "back in the day," "back in those days," and variants. To scan it, hit Ctrl+F, type "back", and keep hitting return. -----coming [home to] ... people who knew you back, back, back in the day, is one of the most rewarding feelings of the world. livejournal.comI mention this because for years I have listened to business whine about how it is not appreciated in Massachusetts.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108785100882545552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108785100882545552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108785100882545552' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108783358068425383</id><published>2004-06-21T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T10:59:40.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sports IllustratedMay 24, 2004The First and Last Annual Alphabet AwardsBy Steve RushinNumbers don't lie, but letters sometimes stretch the truth. KFC now pretends, in commercials, to stand for Kitchen Fresh Chicken, and it can't be long before we see the similar rebranding of Fatburger (to Fitburger) and IHOP (as in, I'll Have Oatmeal, Please). Worse, San Francisco Giants rookie David </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108783358068425383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108783358068425383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108783358068425383' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108778567013908554</id><published>2004-06-20T21:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T21:41:10.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York TimesMay 13, 2004 Thursday Correction Appended Late Edition - FinalSECTION: Section G; Column 1; Circuits; Pg. 1; STATE OF THE ARTLENGTH: 1539 wordsHEADLINE: Google Mail: Virtue Lies In the In-BoxBYLINE: By David Pogue. E-mail: Pogue@nytimes.comBODY:AS Google's white-hot initial stock offering hogs the headlines, its rivals can only gnash their teeth and wonder: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108778567013908554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108778567013908554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108778567013908554' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108743402433379470</id><published>2004-06-16T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T20:00:24.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Detroit Free PressJune 16, 2004Pistons are part of our town's gloryBY IFFY THE DOPESTER; FREE PRESS COLUMNISTAsking Iffy to reminisce is kinda like asking Phil Jackson to whine aboutthe refs -- naturally he's going to do it. So it should come as littlesurprise to faithful readers that even now, while Pistons fans are walkingon air, Iffy's taking a stroll down memory lane.The head </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108743402433379470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108743402433379470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108743402433379470' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108688235519709814</id><published>2004-06-10T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:45:55.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ottawa CitizenJanuary 31, 2004Saturday Observer; Pg. B1, 3479 words//Other tongue: More than 100 years after it was introduced,Esperanto has only 1,000 native speakers. Elaine O'Connor investigates what happened to a utopian ideal.//Kulture neutrala kaj pli facile lernebla ol la angla lingvo, Esperanto estiskreita en 1887 por esti lingva slosilo al utopia socio. Oni celis, ke giestu la </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108688235519709814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108688235519709814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688235519709814' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108688162816711953</id><published>2004-06-10T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:33:48.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Habits of the High-Tech Heart by Quentin SchultzeReviewed by Nathan BiermaThe Banner, 2001The cyber-boom of the 1990s came with such dizzying speed and delivered such profound changes to our lives, we’re only beginning to weigh the consequences. Quentin Schultze is among the first to haul out the scale. The spread of digital technology over the last decade may have brought some improvements </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108688162816711953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108688162816711953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688162816711953' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108688005036663033</id><published>2004-06-10T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T10:07:30.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear sir/madam,  This mail will definitely be coming to you as a surprise, but i must crave           your indulgence to introduce myself to you.   I am Miss Marah sadija, former mistress to the son (Qusay) of the Iraqi   former leader, Saddam Hussein.  I am an Ethiopian, by birth and i am presently in a refugee camp in   Zimbabwe,where  the living conditions are unbearable. I do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108688005036663033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108688005036663033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108688005036663033' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-108178929850960182</id><published>2004-04-12T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T12:05:26.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicago Sun-Times 3/18/04By Cathleen Falsani//From 'The Passion' to The Purpose-Driven Life, superficial God-talk in thepublic square is being replaced by complex -- and equally public --conversations about faith. Could we be in the midst of ...//About 20 percent of the American public attended services at a house ofworship last week, according to pollsters and statisticians who keep </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108178929850960182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/108178929850960182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108178929850960182' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-106666682353881899</id><published>2003-10-20T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T11:20:36.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test post</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/106666682353881899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/106666682353881899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666682353881899' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-95557245</id><published>2003-06-11T12:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T12:45:36.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E-mail from history professor on Robert Putnam, individualism, and post-Sept.11 altruism:The Putnam reference is pretty interesting, and in fact this question came upin one of my classes this week (I think I was the one who raised it though ...). Are we really not as individualistic as he says we are?  I think Putnam wouldsay that the compassionate response isn't necessarily evidence that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/95557245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/95557245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95557245' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-95557190</id><published>2003-06-11T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T12:44:07.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E-mail from Will R in response to my thought of the day on religious freedom:A free intellectual/moral marketplace -- a marketplace of ideas, if you will -- and a free economic marketplace are not the same thing. The former functions better with less government intrusion; the latter needs repeatedly to be beaten with a stick to avoid devouring us.Point well taken about the strip club thing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/95557190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/95557190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95557190' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-95557095</id><published>2003-06-11T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T12:41:20.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By Nathan VanderKlippe, February 2003It’s not every day you get paid to be a human penny, rolling down asuper-sized version of one of those mall charity funnels.But the West Edmonton Mall was opening a new slide called the TropicalTyphoon, and duty called: I came to work armed with my swimming shorts.Best to arrive informed, I thought, and called Kevin Hanson, the mall’soperations </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/95557095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/95557095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95557095' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-95198536</id><published>2003-06-02T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-02T12:04:43.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&gt;e-mail fwd:Why did the chicken cross the road?GEORGE W. BUSHWe don't really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want toknow if the chicken is on our side of the road or not. The chicken iseither with us or it is against us.  There is no middle ground here.AL GOREI invented the chicken. I invented the road. Therefore, the chickencrossing the road represented the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/95198536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/95198536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95198536' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-93811426</id><published>2003-05-05T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T12:42:56.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ventura County StarFebruary 1, 2003 Freedom to searchUnitarian Universalists find liberation in individual interpretations of GodTom Kisken; kisken@insidevc.comWho or what is God? In a Unitarian Universalist religion that prides itselfon challenging questions, this one is a doozy. It's sparked by a nationalcontroversy spiced by allegations of faulty journalism, the temptation topin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/93811426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/93811426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93811426' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-93723135</id><published>2003-05-03T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T18:09:58.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  60 above zero:  Floridians turn on the heat.  People in Michigan plant gardens.  50 above zero:  Californians shiver uncontrollably.  People in Saginaw, Michigan sunbathe.  40 above zero:  Italian &amp;English cars won't start.  People in Michigan drive with the windows down.  32 above zero:  Distilled water freezes.  The water in the Detroit River gets thicker.  20 above zero:  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/93723135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/93723135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93723135' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-92735217</id><published>2003-04-16T15:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T15:26:18.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Wrigley Rapture"By Steve RushinSports Illustrated, May 28, 2001The elevated train clatters toward Wrigley Field and a female conductor drones "Addison is next" and "Stand clear of the opening doors" and "Parents, hold the hands of your children as you leave the train." Then--from her sealed box, through crackling speakers--she sighs, "It's a beautiful day for a ball game."Exit the station,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/92735217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/92735217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92735217' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-85381606</id><published>2002-12-02T10:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-12-02T10:23:50.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E-mail rec'd, re: Olbermann reax:Most of this information has been widely circulated in rumors and second-hand accounts since Olbermann's departure. To this day, I think it was a "lose-lose" for ESPN and for Keith Olbermann. His exit led to theascent (or BAD scent) of Stuart Scott, which then enlightened us to the ebonics we never knew ... or wanted to know ... like "pimp-slapped" and "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/85381606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/85381606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#85381606' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84972339</id><published>2002-11-23T10:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-23T10:34:47.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York Times October 20, 2002, Sunday, Late Edition - Final SECTION: Section 1; Page 37; Column 2; Metropolitan Desk; Second Front LENGTH: 1457 words HEADLINE: Crimes Admitted, But Not Committed; Confessing Can Seem Easy After Hours in a Hard Light BYLINE:  By JIM DWYER BODY: Yes, the interrogation had taken a long time, but the murderer had freely answered the questions, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84972339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84972339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84972339' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84930394</id><published>2002-11-22T10:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T10:59:28.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York Times September 23, 2002, Monday, Late Edition - Final SECTION: Section E; Page 1; Column 4; The Arts/Cultural Desk LENGTH: 1261 words HEADLINE: WRITERS ON WRITING; The Eye of the Reporter, The Heart of the Novelist SERIES: WRITERS ON WRITING: Facts Beget Fiction BYLINE:  By ANNA QUINDLEN BODY: There's always a notebook in my purse. I learned my lesson one day many </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84930394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84930394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84930394' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84929683</id><published>2002-11-22T10:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T10:42:58.046-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    Subject: The rest of the story       Story Number One:       World War II produced many heroes. One such man was    Lieutenant Commander    Butch O'Hare. He was a fighter pilot assigned to an    aircraft carrier    Lexington in the South Pacific.       One day his entire squadron was sent on a mission.    After he was airborne, he    looked at his fuel gauge and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84929683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84929683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84929683' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84777479</id><published>2002-11-19T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T14:26:54.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dubai Solves Beach Shortage, Building Palm-Shaped IslandBy STEVE STECKLOW Staff Reporter of THE WALL STREET JOURNALNovember 18, 2002DUBAI -- There's a buildup going on in the Persian Gulf these days, but this one has nothing to do with a possible war with Iraq.A mile off the coast of this thriving emirate, huge dredges are sucking sand off the bottom of the sea and spraying it along the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84777479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84777479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84777479' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84777439</id><published>2002-11-19T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T14:25:57.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>College Town in Jordan Is Full of Internet CafesBy Lee GomesThe Wall Street JournalNovember 18, 2002IRBID, JORDAN -- If you ask a Jordanian about the Internet, he'll invariably tell you how this college town in the country's north holds the Guinness world record for "the most Internet cafes in a single kilometer."In fact, the Guinness folks in London say there's no such record. Too bad,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84777439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84777439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84777439' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84476248</id><published>2002-11-13T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T10:04:10.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Laugh a Minute? In TV Today, That's Not Nearly Fast EnoughBy EMILY NELSON Staff Reporter of THE WALL STREET JOURNALNovember 13, 2002When "ER" premiered eight years ago on NBC, its dialogue was so rapid-fire that scripts ran 60 pages, about 10 pages longer than the typical one-hour drama. Viewers loved it, and the show was a huge hit.Today, the show isn't a minute longer. But its scripts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84476248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84476248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84476248' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84476186</id><published>2002-11-13T10:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-13T10:06:36.000-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Posted to MediaNews LettersNovember 12, 2002Let go of the "lite" dreamFrom ERIC GILLIN: While it is noble that Don Hewitt would love to craft a newsmagazine for college-aged students, I hope he doesn't get that chance. By dubbing such a show "60 Minutes Lite," Hewitt reveals his true thoughts on what he feels college kids can process and what they can't. Typical. Whenever it comes time to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84476186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84476186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84476186' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84381516</id><published>2002-11-11T15:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-11T15:40:09.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Boston Globe October 8, 2000, Sunday ,THIRD EDITION SECTION: NATIONAL/FOREIGN; Pg. A1 LENGTH: 1464 words HEADLINE: VOTERS' NEW PRIORITIES MAKE POLL-TAKING A TOUGH CALL BYLINE: By John Aloysius Farrell, Globe Staff WASHINGTON - Call waiting. Caller ID. Answering machines. Computer modems. Cell phones. Home fax machines. Voice mail. Pushy telemarketers. For most of us, they are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84381516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84381516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84381516' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84239654</id><published>2002-11-08T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T11:49:21.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PAGE ONE  Why Some Pollsters' FindingsWere So Wrong on Election DayBy JOHN HARWOOD and SHIRLEY LEUNG Staff Reporters of THE WALL STREET JOURNALNovember 8, 2002Just before Election Day, the St. Louis Post-Dispatch published a stunning poll about the governor's race in Illinois: GOP candidate Jim Ryan was ahead.The Republican's 43.5%-43.2% edge over Democrat Rod Blagojevich, though tiny </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84239654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84239654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84239654' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84239483</id><published>2002-11-08T11:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T11:46:01.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mangled metaphorsBy Nathan VanderKlippe   Northern News Services   Yellowknife (Nov 04/02) - Territorial politicians are like mushrooms,   hunched in the dark where cabinet refuses to shine the light of   information.    Or, the territorial government is fast sinking on a ship without   bailing buckets. Worse, the political sailors trying to cup the water   out of the boat are drunk, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84239483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84239483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84239483' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84015069</id><published>2002-11-04T12:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T12:45:50.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E-mail from Ryan Schuiling Re: http://www.freep.com/voices/columnists/ebierma8_20020508.htmStrong, opinionated, and focused. Thematic and rhythmic, dripping with healthy anti-rhetoric. Could border on the sanctimonious or self-enlightened, but that is also the heart of its power and appeal. Having a point and having an opinion will make you a controversial figure, will draw crticism, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84015069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84015069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84015069' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84011556</id><published>2002-11-04T11:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T11:21:52.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Books&amp;Culturesubmitted draftBy Nathan Bierma David Dark has deepened my resolve not to get home delivery of to the New York Times, though my newsstand expenses nearly justify it. Neither he nor I mean to knock on the Times; it's one of the few remaining resources of responsible journalism, quality writing, and curiosity about world affairs. It's about the only newspaper worth actually reading</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84011556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84011556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84011556' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84011465</id><published>2002-11-04T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T11:19:22.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chicago Tribune RedEyeBy Nathan Biermasubmitted draft/published Nov. 3, 2002, page 2We have seen the future of politics. If you missed it, catch the re-run next spring. Last month [Oct. 19], John McCain hosted Saturday Night Live, in a rare case of a sitting senator doing stand-up. As I watched McCain's impersonation of attorney general John Ashcroft, which you had to see to believe, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84011465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84011465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84011465' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84009405</id><published>2002-11-04T10:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T10:33:12.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Season FinaleThe S.S.Badger makes its last Lake Michigan crossing for the yearChicago TribuneBy Charles LerouxTribune senior correspondentPublished October 25, 2002MANITOWOC, Wis. -- Roadside sweet corn stands have given way to roadside pumpkin stands. Packer baseball caps are being replaced by warmer Packer stocking caps. Along the Lake Michigan shore here, 80 miles north of Milwaukee, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84009405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84009405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84009405' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84009342</id><published>2002-11-04T10:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T10:31:45.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Legend to outlive storied hospital`No place in world' like Cook facilityChicago TribuneBy Kirsten ScharnbergTribune staff reporterPublished November 3, 2002A doctor tells of Cook County Hospital being so short-staffed that several physicians once trained a few homeless men sleeping in the halls to do lab tests.A nurse describes women in hard labor stumbling into the maternity ward </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84009342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84009342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84009342' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84009017</id><published>2002-11-04T10:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T10:24:11.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York Times October 20, 2002, Sunday, Late Edition - Final SECTION: Section 3; Page 1; Column 1; Money and Business/Financial Desk LENGTH: 1909 words HEADLINE: The Arches Are Sagging. What Would the Doctors Do? BYLINE:  By CLAUDIA H. DEUTSCH BODY: McDONALD'S may serve Happy Meals at its 30,000 sites around the globe, but it's a pretty safe bet that meal times -- and the hours </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84009017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84009017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84009017' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-84008767</id><published>2002-11-04T10:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T10:19:02.183-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York Times October 15, 2002, Tuesday, Late Edition - Final SECTION: Section A; Page 16; Column 1; National Desk  LENGTH: 827 words HEADLINE: Anaheim Journal; Angels-Crazy Suburb Longs for an Ending Right Out of Disney BYLINE:  By JOHN M. BRODER  DATELINE: ANAHEIM, Calif., Oct. 14 BODY: The Anaheim Angels' success in the American League playoffs is not just a victory for a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84008767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/84008767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84008767' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-83510713</id><published>2002-10-25T08:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T08:18:39.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E-mail from Richmond:The sniper has been caught, it appears. A 42-year-old disenchanted (and "other than honorably" discharged) Gulf War army veteran and a strangeaccomplice - a 17-year-old nobody, not his son - are under arrest. They were found sleeping at a rest area in Frederic, Maryland. There are many ties of evidence to these two - all signs point to their guilt ... including the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/83510713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/83510713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83510713' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-83510642</id><published>2002-10-25T08:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T08:16:08.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York Times August 11, 2002, Sunday, Late Edition - Final SECTION: Section 3; Page 4; Column 1; Money and Business/Financial Desk LENGTH: 1951 words HEADLINE: Business; White-Collar Criminal? Pack Lightly for Prison BYLINE:  By RUSS MITCHELL BODY: ASSUME you are a major corporate executive accused of a securities fraud that has caused hundreds of millions of dollars of investor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/83510642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/83510642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83510642' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-83350809</id><published>2002-10-22T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T08:49:50.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>e-mail from Richmond:As many of you know (and as my fellow Richmond resident [X.] also knows first-hand), Monday was a roller coaster day - with each day creating more tension here in the Richmond area. The latest shooting in Ashland, followed by an apparent call made from a pay phone in Richmond (Parham and Broad, close to where [my wife's office] used to be - very close to [X]'s apartment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/83350809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/83350809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83350809' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-82840481</id><published>2002-10-11T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-11T08:53:10.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Washington Post December 09, 2001, Sunday, Final Edition SECTION: EDITORIAL; Pg. B07 LENGTH: 841 words HEADLINE: The Genius of Ari Fleischer BYLINE: Michael Kinsley BODY: The press briefings of Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld are widely acknowledged to be the best show on television, and watching him perform in person is probably even more entertaining. By contrast it must </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82840481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82840481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82840481' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-82741344</id><published>2002-10-09T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-09T09:48:11.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Detroit Free PressOriginal submission/published articleBy Nathan BiermaBy now I've lost interest in the question of whether we should invade Iraq, however fascinating the constant news coverage suggests the subject is. I’m not convinced Saddam Hussein is more of a threat than he was two years ago, or less of a threat than he will be two years from now. But President Bush's hawk-heavy staff is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82741344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82741344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82741344' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-82689161</id><published>2002-10-08T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T09:28:16.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/arts/chi-0210060187oct06.story Animators ready to take a leap of faithBig Idea hopes its salad days have arrivedBy Robert K. ElderTribune staff reporterOctober 6, 2002Behind the nondescript doors of the makeshift Big Idea animation studio in a rehabbed Lombard Woolworth building, talking vegetables rule. Now, they are trying to expand their reign to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82689161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82689161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82689161' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-82688007</id><published>2002-10-08T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-08T09:00:55.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wisdom amid the digital noiseThe Banner, August 28, 2002By Nathan BiermaThe cyber-boom of the 1990s came with such dizzying speed and delivered such profound changes to our lives, we’re only beginning to weigh the consequences. Quentin Schultze is among the first to haul out the scale. The spread of digital technology over the last decade may have brought some improvements to the world, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82688007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82688007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82688007' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-82344332</id><published>2002-09-30T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T21:33:56.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York Times Company   The New York Times September 23, 2002, Monday, Late Edition - Final SECTION: Section A; Page 6; Column 1; Foreign Desk  LENGTH: 1063 words HEADLINE: Educators Try to Tame Japan's Blackboard Jungles BYLINE:  By HOWARD W. FRENCH  DATELINE: YOKOHAMA, Japan BODY: Across Japan these days, by the first or second grade, elementary school students commonly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82344332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82344332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82344332' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-82344213</id><published>2002-09-30T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-30T21:31:46.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The New York Times Company   The New York Times September 23, 2002, Monday, Late Edition - Final SECTION: Section A; Page 18; Column 1; National Desk  LENGTH: 934 words HEADLINE: Lights, Camera, Action -- Cut! BYLINE:  By The New York Times  DATELINE: LOS ANGELES, July 21 BODY: Jim Bosche awoke at 3:30 a.m. in his fourth-floor downtown loft one day last spring to find a white-hot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82344213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/82344213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82344213' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-81554596</id><published>2002-09-13T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T09:43:32.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Copyright 2002 The New York Times Company   The New York Times September 1, 2002, Sunday, Late Edition - Final SECTION: Section 1; Page 1; Column 2; National Desk LENGTH: 1557 words HEADLINE: On Ship of Condos, Life's an Endless Cruise BYLINE:  By WILLIAM L. HAMILTON DATELINE: ABOARD THE WORLD, St. John's, Newfoundland, Aug. 31 BODY: Life, they say, is a journey. But who would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/81554596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/81554596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81554596' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-81554485</id><published>2002-09-13T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T09:41:10.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Copyright 2002 The New York Times Company   The New York Times September 1, 2002, Sunday, Late Edition - Final SECTION: Section 2; Page 1; Column 2; Arts and Leisure Desk LENGTH: 1629 words HEADLINE: ART/ARCHITECTURE; In a New Times Square, a Wink at Futures Past BYLINE:  By AVIS BERMAN; Avis Berman directs the oral history project of the Roy Lichtenstein Foundation. BODY: THE Pop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/81554485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/81554485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81554485' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3658735.post-81141983</id><published>2002-09-04T10:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-04T10:10:51.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Copyright 2000 Chattanooga Publishing Company Chattanooga Times / Chattanooga Free Press November 5, 2000, Sunday SECTION: PERSPECTIVE; Pg. F1 LENGTH: 1453 words HEADLINE: Poll-taking can be a tough call BYLINE: John Aloysius Farrell The Boston Globe BODY: Call waiting. Caller ID. Answering machines. Computer modems. Cell phones. Home fax machines. Voice mail. Pushy telemarketers. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/81141983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3658735/posts/default/81141983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nbiermafile.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81141983' title=''/><author><name>Nathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02296917571522713479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://www.nbierma.com/head.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
