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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>It would be dreadful if this were to reflect something that were untrue…</description><title>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @thinkingintooblivion)</generator><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Granada Hills, CA</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/5117c5400da0e7c72a1e6ff95e8f4c05/tumblr_mnbcqzRXK61qai6zmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Granada Hills, CA&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/51235525288</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/51235525288</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 May 2013 10:32:59 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Northridge, CA</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/6d62caa3dfafe96095ca33c3a2f3040a/tumblr_mmx9qbqymc1qai6zmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Northridge, CA&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/50626459806</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/50626459806</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 20:01:23 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Northridge, CA</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/07ee411ba193673f776875648c46bbf4/tumblr_mmx9kp7g5x1qai6zmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Northridge, CA&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/50626205302</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/50626205302</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 May 2013 19:58:01 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>TOMORROWS TULIPS’ 2ND ALBUM “EXPERIMENTAL...</title><description>&lt;iframe src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F85978979&amp;liking=false&amp;sharing=false&amp;origin=tumblr" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" class="soundcloud_audio_player" width="500" height="116"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;TOMORROWS TULIPS’ 2ND ALBUM “EXPERIMENTAL JELLY” OUT ON BURGER CASSETTE!!! LP IN THE WORKS!!! BEAUTIFULLY BUMMER POP JAMS FROM RIGHT NEAR THE BEACH!!! DIG THIS!!! &lt;a href="http://www.burgerrecords.com"&gt;www.burgerrecords.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/49840888392</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/49840888392</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 23:54:10 -0700</pubDate><category>SoundCloud</category><category>BurgerRecords</category><category>Bummer Pop</category><category>tomorrows</category><category>tulips</category><category>experimental</category></item><item><title>Young girl with boyfriend on beach. Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca,...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/614d635bf5f68d84a9bcb6bca9e16f40/tumblr_mmejcnYrbk1qai6zmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Young girl with boyfriend on beach. Puerto Escondido, Oaxaca, 1992.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Photograph by David Alan Harvey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/49813646792</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/49813646792</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 17:14:47 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Mennonite, Zacatecas. La Batea, 1994.Photograph by Larry Towell.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/2a363af9026cec1d7c8b69bd238c1fc6/tumblr_mmej9oV7hR1qai6zmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mennonite, Zacatecas. La Batea, 1994.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Photograph by Larry Towell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/49813500647</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/49813500647</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 17:13:00 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>État de Jalisco, Ville de Guadalajara, 1983.Photograph by Abbas.</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/f00b895767d47c6aabc720a1609ed288/tumblr_mmej87TNNM1qai6zmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;État de Jalisco, Ville de Guadalajara, 1983.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span&gt;Photograph by Abbas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/49813428641</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/49813428641</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 May 2013 17:12:07 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"I recall pressing my maternal beak to the terminal window’s glass, trying to make my Filbert..."</title><description>“I recall pressing my maternal beak to the terminal window’s glass, trying to make my Filbert out somewhere behind the airplane’s impossible little bullet-hole windows. I cried like a fool every time, as of course I did all over again yesterday, embarrassing everyone but Mario, who also cried.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infinite Jest&lt;/em&gt;, David Foster Wallace&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/47092217613</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/47092217613</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Apr 2013 23:42:32 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"The background music is both predictable and, within that predictability, surprising: it’s..."</title><description>“The background music is both predictable and, within that predictability, surprising: it’s periodic. It suggests expansion without really expanding. It leads up to the exact kind of inevitability it denies.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infinite Jest, &lt;/em&gt;David Foster Wallace&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/46326321002</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/46326321002</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Mar 2013 02:04:48 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>Elie: exactly that C hurts your chances of finding a job a lot more than it hurts a professional...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[28].[1][2][1]{comment153437144819380_333990}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2]" data-ft='{"tn":"K"}'&gt;&lt;span class="UFICommentBody" id=".reactRoot[28].[1][2][1]{comment153437144819380_333990}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0"&gt;&lt;span id=".reactRoot[28].[1][2][1]{comment153437144819380_333990}.0.[1].0.[1].0.[0].[0][2].0.[0]"&gt;Elie: exactly that C hurts your chances of finding a job a lot more than it hurts a professional athlete who is a pro bowler (probowler or pro bolwer?) and making millions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/45897669382</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/45897669382</guid><pubDate>Wed, 20 Mar 2013 22:48:40 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"The images of unsmiling children, looking back at the strange man who has entered into the private..."</title><description>“The images of unsmiling children, looking back at the strange man who has entered into the private space of their fragile and critical object relations, should remind us that the moralising gaze of the camera is not a disinterested thing. We might work harder to remember whose interests these cameras serve. What the photographer ultimately found (and was perhaps looking for all along) was a mirror on his own experience: telling the Times journalist, “It was nice to go back to my childhood somehow.” This is a sad vision of adulthood where you have to point a camera at a child if all you really want to do is play with them.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://africasacountry.com/2013/03/14/your-camera-is-not-a-toy-photographing-children-from-around-the-world/"&gt;Your Camera is Not a Toy: Photographing “Children From Around the World”&lt;/a&gt; (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://photographsonthebrain.com/"&gt;photographsonthebrain&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/45512751033</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/45512751033</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2013 11:00:25 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"I never bothered my pretty head about it, Julie said. Sometimes I did the right thing and sometimes..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;I never bothered my pretty head about it, Julie said. Sometimes I did the right thing and sometimes I did the wrong thing. In difficult cases, I shut my eyes and leaped. A great deal of leaping. &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;And yet in those instances that have feelings attached—&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I go against them, she said. My feelings. Method of the utmost trustworthiness, learned from the Carmelites.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;I follow my feelings, Thomas said, when I can find them.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Donald Barthelme, &lt;em&gt;The Dead Father&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/45512224398</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/45512224398</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2013 10:53:06 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>"Authority. Fragile, yet present. He is like a bubble you do not wish to burst."</title><description>“Authority. Fragile, yet present. He is like a bubble you do not wish to burst.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Dead Father,&lt;/em&gt; Donald Barthelme&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/45486259835</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/45486259835</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Mar 2013 01:48:54 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>portugal. the man?</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lginf8V4j61qc7dx1o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;portugal. the man?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/43688016405</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/43688016405</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Feb 2013 17:42:02 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>ok, yeah, this paper's not happenin'</title><description>&lt;p&gt;a similar situation&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/42261982536</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/42261982536</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2013 23:09:45 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"On certain days they glow, they glitter, they shimmer, they unfold and refold like a matador’s..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;On certain days they glow, they glitter, they shimmer, they unfold and refold like a matador’s cape, they grow thin:&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;the blues, that bloom at the tip of the stem of the electric current;&lt;br/&gt;
the reds, that vibrate or expand or sizzle;&lt;br/&gt;
the clarion yellows, the erect ones, because the luxurious lie down, and the sensuous stretch out;&lt;br/&gt;
the bright feathers of the greens, always sharp and always cold, the slim ones, dots over the i’s of whites and grays.&lt;br/&gt;
Are they the messengers of Someone who dares not appear? Or do they come simply of their own will, because they were born to come?&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Octavio Paz, ‘The Poet’s Works’&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/42131774251</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/42131774251</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2013 14:01:10 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"I am a shit, a vain preener, a watcher of television, a blatherer, a creephead, a monstrous coward..."</title><description>“I am a shit, a vain preener, a watcher of television, a blatherer, a creephead, a monstrous coward who preys upon etc. etc. etc. and is not man enough to etc. etc. etc. Also I drink too much.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Donald Barthelme, ‘The Captured Woman’&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/41266653684</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/41266653684</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:10:58 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"There was no fondling of the gold coins of memory. The world was their orphanage."</title><description>“There was no fondling of the gold coins of memory. The world was their orphanage.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Paris Review Issue 200, ‘Wings,’ Lorrie Moore&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/39988480782</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/39988480782</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jan 2013 20:14:17 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>yukimi of little dragon</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/d242cd5e304497759804ee03612cc0e3/tumblr_mg6gvbdQZX1qai6zmo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;yukimi of little dragon&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/39787353233</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/39787353233</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Jan 2013 16:18:47 -0800</pubDate></item><item><title>"ON 2074045
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Rated 5 stars
Review Summary:
Review Date:12-24-2012
Review..."</title><description>“ON 2074045&lt;br/&gt;
See all my reviews&lt;br/&gt;
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Rated 5 stars&lt;br/&gt;
Review Summary:&lt;br/&gt;
Review Date:12-24-2012&lt;br/&gt;
Review Comment:I bought it for my granddaughter for Christmas. I don’t have a clue about any of your questions. But she wanted it so I ordered it for her.”</description><link>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/39221400511</link><guid>http://thinkingintooblivion.tumblr.com/post/39221400511</guid><pubDate>Sun, 30 Dec 2012 08:23:44 -0800</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
