<?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-7132893227661780336</id><updated>2011-10-10T19:50:52.162-07:00</updated><category term='firstpost'/><title type='text'>265daysofstaticink</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Staticink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518644755979450530</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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7132893227661780336.post-8885149730820929912</id><published>2011-01-13T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:39:47.414-08:00</updated><title type='text'>smoke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always thought smoking to be a disgusting habit - a selfish one. You ruin your body just for the pleasure of one more puff, and in doing so hurt those around you. However, I can't deny the beauty of smoke. Especially the white, wispy curls from a cigarette. They're so delicate but deadly, the contrast intrigues me. I adore contrast: good and evil, dark and light. They are recurring themes in every aspect of life. I particularily like the contrast seen in countries like China. There are so&amp;nbsp;many types: the contrast between classes, between the noisy cities and the stunning nature, and the contrast between China's culture and the rest of the world. Something about contrast appeals to my senses. Maybe it's just me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132893227661780336-8885149730820929912?l=staticink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/feeds/8885149730820929912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/smoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/8885149730820929912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/8885149730820929912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/smoke.html' title='smoke'/><author><name>Staticink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518644755979450530</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-7132893227661780336.post-5415657582210728747</id><published>2011-01-12T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:13:57.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuuumm x</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just made some vegan cookies! I&amp;nbsp;totally dig&amp;nbsp;them &amp;lt;3 and I never feel guilty eating them! I may not be a vegan, as I still eat eggs and milk, but I definitely think that vegan cookies are the best! They taste like a cookie-cake hybrid :) all soft and squidgy like cake, but with a cookie taste. I added dessicated coconut, ground almonds and walnuts for extra scrumptiousness, and I will enjoy one as a treat in my lunch tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132893227661780336-5415657582210728747?l=staticink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/feeds/5415657582210728747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/yuuumm-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/5415657582210728747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/5415657582210728747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/yuuumm-x.html' title='Yuuumm x'/><author><name>Staticink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518644755979450530</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-7132893227661780336.post-2421543496140132743</id><published>2011-01-11T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:03:55.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right now, I'm adoring Imogen Heap. She is so refreshing, and she manages to make me relax yet feel alert. I smile and drift off when I hear her songs,&amp;nbsp;whilst I feel more aware of the world around me. Listening to her makes me feel so much: happiness, sadness, anger, nervousness. . .&amp;nbsp;the list goes on. She just invokes so much with her beautiful, raw lyrics and voice. I definitely think she deserves more recognition, she deserves as much air time as Lady Gaga, if not more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just totally dig her right now &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132893227661780336-2421543496140132743?l=staticink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/feeds/2421543496140132743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/2421543496140132743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/2421543496140132743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Staticink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518644755979450530</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-7132893227661780336.post-4546697069233259432</id><published>2011-01-09T05:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T05:07:53.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was ill. Swine flu. Gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel so weak and tired in my recovery, and still very dizzy. And I wish it were Summer. I want to lie in floral dresses on green grass speckled with daisies, and have the scent of warm earth and delicate flowers in the air. I want the taste of ice-cream nostalgia and fizzy drinks (even though I have never liked them). I want France, and&amp;nbsp;summer holiday activities like camping and swimming on foreign beaches. I want to relax in a rope hammock and sleep in the thick, drowsy summer heat, only to wake up far to late and see the moon and stars in the sky. If I had this then I would feel better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132893227661780336-4546697069233259432?l=staticink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/feeds/4546697069233259432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/4546697069233259432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/4546697069233259432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Staticink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518644755979450530</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-7132893227661780336.post-7755348772185699283</id><published>2011-01-02T14:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T14:42:12.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Headaches</title><content type='html'>When I'm ill I can't function properly, simple as. I&amp;nbsp;was ripped awake this morning&amp;nbsp;with a dull ache behind my eyes, which spread and intensified as I sat up. No going out for me :( and this headache haunted me all day, and will probably stay in my dreams tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Influenza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thump, thump&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pounding of blood in my ears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pulse of pain inside my thoughts,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it pervades every crack (like the scent of lavender)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;shivers, shakes and earthquakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rack my frail body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;neverending attacks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made by invisible assassins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hope is lost,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rip out my veins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;using sterile instruments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;rid me of the plague&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I feel dizzy and weightless, like floating ash.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132893227661780336-7755348772185699283?l=staticink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/feeds/7755348772185699283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/headaches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/7755348772185699283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/7755348772185699283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/headaches.html' title='Headaches'/><author><name>Staticink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518644755979450530</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-7132893227661780336.post-693946738031893893</id><published>2011-01-01T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:47:32.442-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firstpost'/><title type='text'>The beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not sure how to start,or how long I will keep this blog going before something else takes my fancy, and it becomes abandoned like so many other of my hobbies. But it's a new year, and I have sworn to myself to keep posting. So, I suppose I will begin with an introduction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This blog will be my personal log of thoughts and feelings. They'll be on life, the universe and everything inbetween. I have a wide range of interests: art, science, travelling, reading and, evidently, writing. For any digital art I post I will be using my wacom bamboo, which is a great tool for any artist, beginner or otherwise. It is so flexible, especially with the sort of software you can use it with. Though I hope to update daily, I know eventually I'll just post ideas whenever, and this post will probably (short as it is) be the longest post on my whole page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7132893227661780336-693946738031893893?l=staticink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/feeds/693946738031893893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/693946738031893893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7132893227661780336/posts/default/693946738031893893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://staticink.blogspot.com/2011/01/beginning.html' title='The beginning'/><author><name>Staticink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09518644755979450530</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>
