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		<title>By: Earnest Canuck</title>
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		<dc:creator>Earnest Canuck</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 09:35:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>What, it&#039;s over?? Damn, Jon, I been cogitating on this for days. I will just excerpt a few lines from the epic of faux-expertise I was *gonna* post...

&quot;A lot of laymen don&#039;t understand that a good tattooist has to master blood-typology AND laser-programming AND three years of dermatology. Plus, we take an oath.&quot;

&quot;When you see a sterotypical windsurfer in a Hollywood movie, they never mention our advanced calculus skills. Instead it&#039;s all just, &#039;Oh, there&#039;s some wind! Now I&#039;m surfing!&#039;&quot;

&quot;Excuse me, have YOU got a Ph.d in Women&#039;s Studies from Concordia? Have you researched the pre-historical matriarchies? I didn&#039;t think so. Just because you have a vagina doesn&#039;t mean you know anything about feminism.&quot;

&quot;Yes. Yes, I am the Dagu Whisperer.&quot;

&quot;If there&#039;s one thing I know, it&#039;s human nature.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What, it&#8217;s over?? Damn, Jon, I been cogitating on this for days. I will just excerpt a few lines from the epic of faux-expertise I was *gonna* post&#8230;</p>
<p>&#8220;A lot of laymen don&#8217;t understand that a good tattooist has to master blood-typology AND laser-programming AND three years of dermatology. Plus, we take an oath.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;When you see a sterotypical windsurfer in a Hollywood movie, they never mention our advanced calculus skills. Instead it&#8217;s all just, &#8216;Oh, there&#8217;s some wind! Now I&#8217;m surfing!&#8217;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Excuse me, have YOU got a Ph.d in Women&#8217;s Studies from Concordia? Have you researched the pre-historical matriarchies? I didn&#8217;t think so. Just because you have a vagina doesn&#8217;t mean you know anything about feminism.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Yes. Yes, I am the Dagu Whisperer.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;If there&#8217;s one thing I know, it&#8217;s human nature.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Maurice Cardinal</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maurice Cardinal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Jan 2009 04:27:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>moooooooooooooooooo ...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>moooooooooooooooooo &#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: jnarvey</title>
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		<dc:creator>jnarvey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 00:27:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The enduring thanks of a grateful swathe of humanity for making their lives that much more livable?

And my respect. Although, you&#039;d already earned that long ago.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The enduring thanks of a grateful swathe of humanity for making their lives that much more livable?</p>
<p>And my respect. Although, you&#8217;d already earned that long ago.</p>
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		<title>By: Ruth Seeley</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ruth Seeley</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jan 2009 00:20:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>See, I like contests like this where everyone wins something.

What did I win again? ;)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>See, I like contests like this where everyone wins something.</p>
<p>What did I win again? <img src='http://jnarvey.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Russell</title>
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		<dc:creator>Russell</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 21:42:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ooooooh! Such a cynic!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ooooooh! Such a cynic!</p>
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		<title>By: jnarvey</title>
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		<dc:creator>jnarvey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 21:17:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>And the winner is...

Anna, for &quot;how to help cows give birth&quot;. I found this advice, &quot;position yourself in between the legs, away from hooves – so you don’t get kicked in the forehead,&quot; helpful for a wide range of situations.

Ruth Seeley wins silver, for &quot;chicken sex and egg creation&quot;, tied with Maurice Cardinal for &quot;hurtling away from earth&quot;.

The bronze medal winners are a three-way tie between Tanya for &quot;fish farming&quot;, Robert Ballantyne for &quot;how to make money the easy way&quot; and Monica Hamburg for &quot;wine connoisseur&quot;.

Honorable mention goes to Alan Stevens for &quot;the economic situation&quot;

For those curious about the winner selection process, we assure you that the process was based on highly specific critieria as well as completely random algorithms. Thanks for playing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>And the winner is&#8230;</p>
<p>Anna, for &#8220;how to help cows give birth&#8221;. I found this advice, &#8220;position yourself in between the legs, away from hooves – so you don’t get kicked in the forehead,&#8221; helpful for a wide range of situations.</p>
<p>Ruth Seeley wins silver, for &#8220;chicken sex and egg creation&#8221;, tied with Maurice Cardinal for &#8220;hurtling away from earth&#8221;.</p>
<p>The bronze medal winners are a three-way tie between Tanya for &#8220;fish farming&#8221;, Robert Ballantyne for &#8220;how to make money the easy way&#8221; and Monica Hamburg for &#8220;wine connoisseur&#8221;.</p>
<p>Honorable mention goes to Alan Stevens for &#8220;the economic situation&#8221;</p>
<p>For those curious about the winner selection process, we assure you that the process was based on highly specific critieria as well as completely random algorithms. Thanks for playing!</p>
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		<title>By: Ducky Sherwood</title>
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		<dc:creator>Ducky Sherwood</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 19:55:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>While I will not say that I know something about everything, I will say that it is very difficult to think of things I don&#039;t know about because the things that pop into my head are, well, things I know about!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>While I will not say that I know something about everything, I will say that it is very difficult to think of things I don&#8217;t know about because the things that pop into my head are, well, things I know about!</p>
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		<title>By: raincoaster</title>
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		<dc:creator>raincoaster</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 17:09:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Um, dude, I studied English Literature, Sociology, and Comparative Folklore at University. What do you think I did every day for THREE LONG YEARS? Can&#039;t I get an honorary win, or a pass credit or something for time served?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Um, dude, I studied English Literature, Sociology, and Comparative Folklore at University. What do you think I did every day for THREE LONG YEARS? Can&#8217;t I get an honorary win, or a pass credit or something for time served?</p>
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		<title>By: Anna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 20:43:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Most farmers say they&#039;ve done this- only because its dirty job, and also an unforgettable privilege– but I&#039;ve helped over 500 cows give birth –  in the shelter of a barn, on a warm Sunday morning, out in the fields during a lightning storm, and once – during a wild horse stampede, which nearly took down the barn, spooked poor Betsy and had me chasing her down a strip of field holding my clamps, and a bucket of water until she finally passed out. Which brings me to the most important aspect of proper birthing – a peaceful environment. When cows are ready to birth, they walk in slow circles, stomping their feet and letting out low, deep, and painful groans, finally attracting a crowd of cows– a ritual rooted deep in their evolutionary genetics. The circle creates a safe birthing environment, protects the mother from predators like wolves (or out-of-control tractors, hehehe). Building rapport with the cows, overtime will allow the farmer to enter the &#039;birthing circle&#039; safely, and perform the birth. Cows are stubborn, simple, but delicate creatures, and the female is much like our own breed – she needs to feel protected, supported, loved – and during a birth a farmer needs to instantly calm and placate her – this is done by looking the cow in the eyes, cooing and gently massaging the area near her back hooves. Do everything you can to soothe her short of lighting an aromatherapy candle. Never do this- it will spook the cow!!! When she releases a loud groan, and gets a &#039;crazy&#039; look in her eyes, she&#039;s ready! The moment has arrived. Position yourself  in between the legs, away from hooves – so you don&#039;t get kicked in the forehead. Remember to remove watches, rings, cuff links, your long sleeve shirt. Find the birth canal- ad have confidence! Get a firm hold of the calf legs and pull. Find the prize and pull it out of the cereal box. Do not YANK – pull smoothly with all your might – like on a rope during tug of war. A strong, gentle pull, rather than yanks and jerks, is the most effective way for a quick and simple birth. Take it from someone who&#039;s been a cow dula for over 500 births!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Most farmers say they&#8217;ve done this- only because its dirty job, and also an unforgettable privilege– but I&#8217;ve helped over 500 cows give birth –  in the shelter of a barn, on a warm Sunday morning, out in the fields during a lightning storm, and once – during a wild horse stampede, which nearly took down the barn, spooked poor Betsy and had me chasing her down a strip of field holding my clamps, and a bucket of water until she finally passed out. Which brings me to the most important aspect of proper birthing – a peaceful environment. When cows are ready to birth, they walk in slow circles, stomping their feet and letting out low, deep, and painful groans, finally attracting a crowd of cows– a ritual rooted deep in their evolutionary genetics. The circle creates a safe birthing environment, protects the mother from predators like wolves (or out-of-control tractors, hehehe). Building rapport with the cows, overtime will allow the farmer to enter the &#8216;birthing circle&#8217; safely, and perform the birth. Cows are stubborn, simple, but delicate creatures, and the female is much like our own breed – she needs to feel protected, supported, loved – and during a birth a farmer needs to instantly calm and placate her – this is done by looking the cow in the eyes, cooing and gently massaging the area near her back hooves. Do everything you can to soothe her short of lighting an aromatherapy candle. Never do this- it will spook the cow!!! When she releases a loud groan, and gets a &#8216;crazy&#8217; look in her eyes, she&#8217;s ready! The moment has arrived. Position yourself  in between the legs, away from hooves – so you don&#8217;t get kicked in the forehead. Remember to remove watches, rings, cuff links, your long sleeve shirt. Find the birth canal- ad have confidence! Get a firm hold of the calf legs and pull. Find the prize and pull it out of the cereal box. Do not YANK – pull smoothly with all your might – like on a rope during tug of war. A strong, gentle pull, rather than yanks and jerks, is the most effective way for a quick and simple birth. Take it from someone who&#8217;s been a cow dula for over 500 births!</p>
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		<title>By: Maurice Cardinal</title>
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		<dc:creator>Maurice Cardinal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 25 Jan 2009 19:38:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Loneliness is the heaviest weight in deep space. After months of hurtling away from earth at the speed of thought I feel infinitesimally smaller with each breath. Wherever I look, in every direction I see nothing except cold black timelessness and a tiny blue flickering dot receding slowly against the backdrop of an expanding universe, or maybe it&#039;s shrinking. I&#039;m not sure. Occasionally my pod plunges through dense radioisotopic fog, and each time it happens it is unnerving because I can&#039;t tell if the moisture on my windshield is real or imagined. It&#039;s only when I flip on the wipers I realize I am not peering out a porthole at all, but instead lost in a dream and the droplets are condensation from my breath as my forehead presses against the screen. Still, as the wiper blades scrape back and forth and the bugs smear across the thick glass shield, I push frantically at the washer fluid button refusing to accept my blue fluid container is empty and I am truly lost and alone in deep recursive thought. Then, all of a sudden, I run straight into the back of a fucking bus.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Loneliness is the heaviest weight in deep space. After months of hurtling away from earth at the speed of thought I feel infinitesimally smaller with each breath. Wherever I look, in every direction I see nothing except cold black timelessness and a tiny blue flickering dot receding slowly against the backdrop of an expanding universe, or maybe it&#8217;s shrinking. I&#8217;m not sure. Occasionally my pod plunges through dense radioisotopic fog, and each time it happens it is unnerving because I can&#8217;t tell if the moisture on my windshield is real or imagined. It&#8217;s only when I flip on the wipers I realize I am not peering out a porthole at all, but instead lost in a dream and the droplets are condensation from my breath as my forehead presses against the screen. Still, as the wiper blades scrape back and forth and the bugs smear across the thick glass shield, I push frantically at the washer fluid button refusing to accept my blue fluid container is empty and I am truly lost and alone in deep recursive thought. Then, all of a sudden, I run straight into the back of a fucking bus.</p>
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