<?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-3609083</id><updated>2011-09-08T13:11:54.090-04:00</updated><category term='Saints'/><category term='Alec Baldwin'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='The Losers'/><category term='Comments'/><category term='self'/><category term='TV'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Jim Martin'/><category term='30 Rock'/><category term='Jeffrey Dean Morgan'/><category term='God'/><title type='text'>The Memory Burns</title><subtitle type='html'>Ever have a thought or idea that burned so brightly in your mind that you couldn't make it go away? Sometimes you just need a place to store things like that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-6416866295221945631</id><published>2010-05-11T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T22:43:01.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where I'm At

So, I'm about a week into my two week plan and I am doing well. All of the furniture is moved, cleaned and fixed, not that much needed fixing. There are new overhead light fixtures installed in the entire apartment, the floors and wall boards have nearly all been washed, anything that needed to go has gone and now it is down to just the detail work. 

I still have piles and piles of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/6416866295221945631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=6416866295221945631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/6416866295221945631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/6416866295221945631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/05/where-im-at-so-im-about-week-into-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-5061361413421032400</id><published>2010-05-03T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:47:09.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Clock is Ticking

I've set a two week plan for thinning out my apartment, getting rid of things I no longer need or want, rearranging all of the furniture and setting up a comfortable, usable 'writer's den'. Two weeks. 14 days. It seems line an eternity now, but the clock is running.

Stage one - revitalize an antique buffet that has been in the family for years, and has been in my living </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5061361413421032400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=5061361413421032400&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/5061361413421032400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/5061361413421032400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/05/clock-is-ticking-ive-set-two-week-plan.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-7482206823313265035</id><published>2010-04-27T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:52:54.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Writing

I have been pondering the act of writing lately. Writing has been a part of my life since the earliest days that I can recall of my childhood. I have been with a fairly consistent writing group for about 15 or 20 years now and I enjoy the craft and companionship quite a bit. 

There was a time in my life that words flowed through me like water. The pinnacle of this was a period of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/7482206823313265035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=7482206823313265035&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/7482206823313265035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/7482206823313265035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/on-writing-i-have-been-pondering-act-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-8762660449613680791</id><published>2010-04-26T21:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T21:58:37.238-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who Am I?

In general it is hard to accept who we are. As human beings we have a hard time accepting and even understanding the deepest, most intimate qualities of ourselves. This is why we have heroes. This is why we have people who we can look up to. And, I imagine, this is also why we look for faults in those around us. Knowing that others aren't perfect makes us feel a little bit better when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8762660449613680791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=8762660449613680791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/8762660449613680791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/8762660449613680791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-am-i-in-general-it-is-hard-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-8627972889044422154</id><published>2010-04-25T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:40:38.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeffrey Dean Morgan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Losers'/><title type='text'>The Losers</title><summary type='text'>The Losers

Okay, I lied. I am going to Blog about something tonight. 

A friend and I went to see a movie called The Losers the other night. That it stars Jeffrey Dean Morgan and Chris Evans was enough to get me there. I do love a good action film. I love a movie that features good looking guys strutting around doing manly things. And I absolutely can't get enough of the tried-and-true story </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/8627972889044422154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=8627972889044422154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/8627972889044422154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/8627972889044422154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/losers.html' title='The Losers'/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-2098675236729285788</id><published>2010-04-25T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T23:17:21.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel like I have been shirking my duties around here. I came out of the gate so 'on fire' and I haven't done a thing in the past week. To be fair I was on extended days off from work. Not really a vacation, but definately a break from routine. 

But I'm back. And I'm ready to Blog. Tomorrow. Tonight I have spent the past 7 hours downloading a bunch of my old music CDs to mu computer so that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2098675236729285788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=2098675236729285788&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/2098675236729285788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/2098675236729285788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-feel-like-i-have-been-shirking-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-4622790650763901606</id><published>2010-04-16T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:13:57.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because we can, can, can...</title><summary type='text'>Because we can, can, can...

Tonight some friends and I are having a Moulin Rouge party, which is just an excuse to get together, eat some really good food, drink some Absinthe (Absente?) and watch Baz Luhrmann's movie which stars Ewan McGregor (yea!) and Nicole Kidman. Just out of the oven at my place are asparagus, mushroom, prosciutto and goat cheese Galette's, which is a french word for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/4622790650763901606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=4622790650763901606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/4622790650763901606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/4622790650763901606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/because-we-can-can-can.html' title='Because we can, can, can...'/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-5948536038464901340</id><published>2010-04-15T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:54:44.322-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saints'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jim Martin'/><title type='text'>My Life With the Saints, Part I</title><summary type='text'>My Life With the Saints, Part I

I have been reading a book called My Life With the Saints by Fr. Jim Martin, a Jesuit Priest. This is a book that my mum bought for me a couple of years ago. It's a book that I really wanted, and it was a book that I asked her for when she was looking for a gift for me one day. And it is a book that has sat on my shelf, unread, ever since. I honestly don't know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/5948536038464901340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=5948536038464901340&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/5948536038464901340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/5948536038464901340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-life-with-saints-part-i.html' title='My Life With the Saints, Part I'/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-2287514652463430405</id><published>2010-04-14T22:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:37:37.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Comments'/><title type='text'>What's the What</title><summary type='text'>It looks like I've fixed my comments section, so thanks to all of you who Facebooked me or texted today to let me know they weren't working. As of last night I knew that there was a problem, but I had already putzed around with this for three hours, so I figured I'd have another go tonight. And, thanks to the Blogger Support site, and a little html wizardry, I am now happy to accept comments. 

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/2287514652463430405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=2287514652463430405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/2287514652463430405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/2287514652463430405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-what.html' title='What&apos;s the What'/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-1149224898018589767</id><published>2010-04-14T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T22:12:06.484-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alec Baldwin'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a Guilty Television Viewer, Part I</title><summary type='text'>Ever have one of those moments in life where you vow not to get sucked into something, knowing all the while that you just may get sucked in? Something you don't want to like, don't want to do, don't want to be? Welcome to my world.

You see, it started innocently enough. I love half hour comedies on DVD because when I watch them it only takes about 22 minutes of my life, and because I can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/1149224898018589767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=1149224898018589767&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/1149224898018589767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/1149224898018589767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/confessions-of-guilty-television-viewer.html' title='Confessions of a Guilty Television Viewer, Part I'/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3609083.post-3291879065451776605</id><published>2010-04-13T22:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T23:12:43.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Beginnings...For some reason lately I have been feeling the urge to blog again. I started this blog in 2002. 2002!  The Memory Burns has been around for a good long while, largely dormant until I stumbled upon it by accident a few weeks ago. I couldn't believe that it still existed. The last post had been in 2005! Why hadn't anyone deleted it from the server? What purpose could it possible </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/feeds/3291879065451776605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3609083&amp;postID=3291879065451776605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/3291879065451776605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3609083/posts/default/3291879065451776605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://memoryburns.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-beginnings.html' title=''/><author><name>Greta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02611771130158910339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
