<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533</id><updated>2008-10-05T22:19:10.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life &amp; Adventures of One Little Aussie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/blog.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/atom.xml?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/atom.xml'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>759</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-899548559667196035</id><published>2008-10-05T10:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T10:24:29.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here she Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04497-769653-769670.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04497-769653-769668.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The first edition, volume one. Poetry book simply called &amp;#39;words&amp;#39;. They will be available at shows starting this week and I will make it available online if you want it. Drop me an email and I will let you know how to get ahold of a copy. &lt;p&gt;Yay.....gulp. &lt;p&gt;Big shout outs to the folks who have been encouraging me to put this out, partic to Dionne, KC and Am, wouldn&amp;#39;t have happened without your support.&lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/899548559667196035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=899548559667196035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/899548559667196035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/899548559667196035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/10/here-she-be.html' title='Here she Be'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1524244110252622087</id><published>2008-10-05T09:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T09:21:38.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04488-798051-798068.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04488-798051-798066.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/1524244110252622087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1524244110252622087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04495-723868-723885.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04495-723868-723882.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sunset after a beautiful day...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/656054118813972110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=656054118813972110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/656054118813972110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/656054118813972110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/10/santa-monica-pier.html' title='Santa Monica Pier'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3983498314087913959</id><published>2008-10-04T15:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T15:42:03.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seis Cuerdas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04481-723499-723527.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04481-723499-723525.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Catch them on 3rd street in Santa Monica, amazing flamenco style guitar that I wish I had sound for, they are jaw dropping guitarists. &lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/3983498314087913959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3983498314087913959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3983498314087913959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3983498314087913959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/10/seis-cuerdas.html' title='Seis Cuerdas'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4392207977455260203</id><published>2008-10-04T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:06:05.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thegreatschlep.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgHHX9R4Qtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AgHHX9R4Qtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think Sarah Silverman is funny as fuck but I do get that this may offend some people. So be warned that this may be a little offensive....but hopefully, you will just laugh hard as I know all my jewish friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/4392207977455260203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4392207977455260203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4392207977455260203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4392207977455260203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/10/thegreatschlepcom.html' title='thegreatschlep.com'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4360968796913329137</id><published>2008-10-03T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:57:30.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bbq and barefoot bubbly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04480-750500-750524.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04480-750500-750523.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Afternoon.....&lt;p&gt;The best pulled pork in the city, a bottle of bubbly to celebrate, my sweet girl and I sitting outside laughing hard and stealing sweet kisses of gratefullness. AND a guitar sitting at our feet as we prepare to sing together. We are singing hallelujah together at an event on Sunday night and it makes us both a little giddy and a little happy....or that might be the bubbly. &lt;p&gt;Beautiful Friday to you my mates&lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/4360968796913329137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4360968796913329137&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4360968796913329137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4360968796913329137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/10/bbq-and-barefoot-bubbly.html' title='Bbq and barefoot bubbly'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-6176447106492649568</id><published>2008-10-02T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T17:16:48.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the set of Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0243-746651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0243-746354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The floor from Dr Suresh's loft - mostly seen in the first season..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0239-747070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0239-746755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They call this 'the wall of shame' - all the characters that have been killed off throughout the seasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0248-747272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0248-746976.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mr Petrelli SR's office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0260-747660.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0260-747367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Bennett's Bedroom - all on set, not on site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Area 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0272-724021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0272-723733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0274-724414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/DSCN0274-724122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/6176447106492649568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=6176447106492649568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6176447106492649568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/6176447106492649568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/10/on-set-of-heroes.html' title='On the set of Heroes'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2443918613309965949</id><published>2008-10-02T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T13:20:06.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Vote......</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1832128&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" width="430" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" quality="best" value="http://www.collegehumor.com/moogaloop/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=1832128&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px 0pt; text-align: center; width: 480px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seriously, you have days to register to vote if you haven't already and if you have...send this along to 5 friends who might not have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, I can't even vote and yet I know how important this one is to the country...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/2443918613309965949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2443918613309965949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2443918613309965949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2443918613309965949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/10/dont-vote.html' title='Don&apos;t Vote......'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8250373737946794510</id><published>2008-10-01T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:30:30.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04479-730045-730068.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04479-730045-730065.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Okay, so more set photos to come later but we have been hanging out watching an episode of Heroes being filmed at the studios on Sunset. Its not kosher to ask the stars for photos while they are in character but I snuck a little sideways photo of the dudes who plays Peter Petrelli and Dr Suresh while they were waiting for the next scene to be set up. They were talking about vintage cars at the time....(evesdropping? Moi?).  No Hiro  Nakamora unfortunately. &lt;p&gt;Its such a fascinating world to those of us who don&amp;#39;t have to sit and watch the same 2 minute scene being filmed over a 16 hour day. Thought about sneaking my cd onto one of the sets - in &amp;#39;claires&amp;#39; bedroom there was a pile of cds sitting next to her boom box and I pondered on it for a minute before deciding against it. &lt;p&gt;More photos soon!&lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/8250373737946794510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8250373737946794510&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8250373737946794510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8250373737946794510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/10/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-5932740827393406687</id><published>2008-09-30T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:23:57.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04476-737841-737863.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04476-737841-737858.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It begins.....&lt;p&gt;Walked to kinkos today to load up on paper ideas for the new poetry book. For the longest time I have been trying to workshop whether to make them myself or get them printed out there somewhere. So, now I have been playing with it for a while and getting excited by it,  I have decided to make them myself....you know, gotta keep that indie thing going (of course, by that I mean independent....lol....that could have so many meanings). &lt;p&gt;So here I sit, playing with colors and fonts and paper and throwing around graphic ideas. I am hoping the first run of these will be ready for my shows next week. People are always surprised to hear me say I am scared or nervous of creative ventures....but I am, both of those things. I keep pushing into it coz I know its the right thing for me to do. Even if its just for me.....and my mum. Although, some of these poems have too many &amp;#39;fuck you&amp;#39;s&amp;#39; in it for my mum, perhaps. &lt;p&gt;Oh speaking of which, did I tell you that my mums boyfriend asked her to marry him? Kinda cool no? 77 and still being open to love. &lt;p&gt;I will have great news to share with you soon in that general direction. You know, the being open to, direction. &lt;p&gt;Back to the fonts&lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/5932740827393406687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=5932740827393406687&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5932740827393406687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5932740827393406687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/and-so_30.html' title='And so..'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8047762712003382204</id><published>2008-09-29T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T13:19:06.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The epitome</title><content type='html'>Of evil....&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04473-746203-746224.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04473-746203-746221.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/8047762712003382204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8047762712003382204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8047762712003382204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8047762712003382204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/epitome.html' title='The epitome'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1722568236147914865</id><published>2008-09-28T21:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:25:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jamming</title><content type='html'>With the boys out here in west Hollywood. These boys know more indigo girls songs than I even know or have heard. Might need to give my card back.....&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04471-743648-743666.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04471-743648-743663.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/1722568236147914865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1722568236147914865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1722568236147914865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1722568236147914865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/jamming.html' title='Jamming'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-5661355456751403085</id><published>2008-09-27T11:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T11:52:53.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farmers market..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04468-773319-773336.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04468-773319-773334.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Burbank farmers market....&lt;p&gt;All organic, all fresh and beautiful looking. The sun is shining and I wish all my mates could be here to sample everything with us. &lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/5661355456751403085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=5661355456751403085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5661355456751403085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5661355456751403085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/farmers-market.html' title='Farmers market..'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1338361551205376134</id><published>2008-09-26T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:04:02.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful....</title><content type='html'>For my life, for this day, for love, for mates, for the sun, for good food, good wine and good company. Just grateful.&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04310-742553-742579.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04310-742553-742577.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/1338361551205376134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1338361551205376134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1338361551205376134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1338361551205376134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/grateful.html' title='Grateful....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-1170883764201431843</id><published>2008-09-25T16:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T16:56:45.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking back</title><content type='html'>In the SoCal kinda way...&lt;p&gt;I have three weeks with no shows, what&amp;#39;s a girl to do? Hmmm....so many options, but for right now, I am chilling catching up on world events. You know, seriously important ones. Sure there is a song in there somewhere....&lt;p&gt;Xxm&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04459-705034-705187.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04459-705034-705183.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/1170883764201431843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=1170883764201431843&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1170883764201431843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/1170883764201431843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/kicking-back.html' title='Kicking back'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4120072466286817303</id><published>2008-09-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:47:03.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Melineh K</title><content type='html'>And me. Hanging, practising Australian, shooting the shit LA style....us style. &lt;p&gt;Check out her tunes, google melineh k. &lt;p&gt;Xxm&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04458-723208-723238.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04458-723208-723235.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/4120072466286817303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4120072466286817303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4120072466286817303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4120072466286817303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/melineh-k.html' title='Melineh K'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-9076597201167871564</id><published>2008-09-24T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:06:14.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotel cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04457-774641-774681.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04457-774641-774679.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Sweet little venue Hollywood with the musical stylungs of Simon Lynch and me and Melineh K listening.&lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/9076597201167871564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=9076597201167871564&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9076597201167871564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/9076597201167871564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/hotel-cafe.html' title='Hotel cafe'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-5991732278948403401</id><published>2008-09-24T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:10:28.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And there she sits...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04454-728940-728976.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04454-728940-728960.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mary, gently doing her thing. &lt;p&gt;I found her in the laundromat, minding her own business between wash and spin. While the Armenian washing lady looked over my shoulder dressed in her sparkly shirt as though she was going to break out in a disco move any second.  Brand spanking new, soft brown towels swirling around in the machine....the beginnng.  &lt;p&gt;As I smile imagining them against my body, she smiles knowingly to herself, as though she and Mary have a secret and it suddenly becomes clear.....to all of us. &lt;p&gt;We are all connected.....even by a thin thread of knowing. &lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/5991732278948403401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=5991732278948403401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5991732278948403401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/5991732278948403401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/and-there-she-sits.html' title='And there she sits...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4635405903208720194</id><published>2008-09-23T13:06:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:41:52.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes.....</title><content type='html'>A good mate of mine works on the set of a show called Heroes and I am waiting for a call from him to take D and I onto the set for the afternoon...which I am totally excited about. I don't watch a lot of tv these days, but that is one show I would make an exception for (although, truth be told, I missed the premier of it last night and instead watched it online this morning).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,  my morning started with watching last nights premier and one part of the show actually gave me the chills....it was when one of the main characters has an epiphany because of a near death experience, he says;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"we're all connected. Our hopes, our dreams, our childrens future...reflecting back in each others eyes. We fight our own personal battles but we know we're not alone because only together, can we make our short time on this planet mean something. Only together can we be the stewards of our own destiny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's idea I think of all the time...every time I go for a bike ride (or walk) I try to make eye contact with everyone I see on the path, because I want to be connected to these people. I LOVE bringing people together to do things together. I know how much the success of what I do is connected to the people who connect with what I do, and turn up to my shows and buy my cds and continue to support what I do. And I am constantly day dreaming about how cool it would be to connect people I know with other people I know who I think would get on SO well together and probably end up as best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think about it when I think of the people I have chosen to be disconnected from...I can count those people on one hand but I make a conscious choice because of the way they chose to be in the world and how that effects and has or will, hurt me and others (continually). I fight with what I know is healthy and honorable to myself and the uncomfortable feeling of disconnect.  Knowing that every time I choose the former, I am be true and safe and kind and loving to myself and to those I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we are all part of the web of life that connects all living beings, its only when we understand that fully that we will become more cognizant of how each one of our relationships and interactions affects another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, in the idea of 6 degrees of separation, we are all connected...and we are all looking for connection. We crave it, we ache for it, we don't always understand that is the missing thing in us sometimes...but connection, is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, these are just the thoughts of a little Aussie sometimes folk singer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who can't wait for next weeks episode of Heroes.....(and who will no doubt put photos of said visit to set, up here!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/4635405903208720194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4635405903208720194&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4635405903208720194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4635405903208720194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/heroes.html' title='Heroes.....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-4541401724533106981</id><published>2008-09-22T17:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T12:59:04.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/us-702418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/us-702387.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/us2-712247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/us2-712242.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me happy to look at....(and yes...I couldnt decide which one i wanted up, so i put both!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on the pier at Catalina Island.....perfect weather, perfect company, perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxM</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/4541401724533106981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=4541401724533106981&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4541401724533106981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/4541401724533106981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/just-because.html' title='Just Because...'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2415054627312464645</id><published>2008-09-22T11:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:15:10.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalina dreaming.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04451-710803-710839.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04451-710803-710835.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This must be a dream.....100x better, that&amp;#39;s what the psychic said earlier this year. Damn, she is a good psychic....need to send her a thank you card. &lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/2415054627312464645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2415054627312464645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2415054627312464645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2415054627312464645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/catalina-dreaming.html' title='Catalina dreaming.....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8083117187227472428</id><published>2008-09-21T15:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:28:22.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And</title><content type='html'>The view from our hotel. This kinda makes me think of rottnest, for those of you in perth. &lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04450-702624-702658.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04450-702624-702655.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/8083117187227472428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8083117187227472428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8083117187227472428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8083117187227472428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/and.html' title='And'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-3401434764804156058</id><published>2008-09-21T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:22:14.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catalina</title><content type='html'>Island is where we be!! Love surprises!! Especially ones I actually don&amp;#39;t guess!!&lt;p&gt;This is a view of the edge of the island and the casino, which isn&amp;#39;t anymore. &lt;p&gt;Xxm&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04449-734569-734610.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04449-734569-734607.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/3401434764804156058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=3401434764804156058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3401434764804156058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/3401434764804156058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/catalina.html' title='Catalina'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-2369853210451364981</id><published>2008-09-21T12:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T12:58:04.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And so.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04447-784150-784183.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04447-784150-784181.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The adventure begins......&lt;p&gt;Its a day of surprises and we are on the 710 freeway on the way to somewhere. Eating red vines and Pink is playing loud in the background. Its sunny and a perfect Sunday that started with bike rides and coffee (of course, I would HAVE to combine those two things). &lt;p&gt;This is D, the maestro of the surprises, grinning big coz she knows I have no clue what the day holds. I asked her to give me a face, and this be it. &lt;p&gt;Off to the first surprise...&lt;p&gt;Xxm</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/2369853210451364981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=2369853210451364981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2369853210451364981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/2369853210451364981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/and-so.html' title='And so.....'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4261510857360166533.post-8268412164114824544</id><published>2008-09-20T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T11:59:52.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't have said it</title><content type='html'>Better myself.....&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04445-792513-792546.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/uploaded_images/IMG04445-792513-792543.jpeg"  border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/8268412164114824544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4261510857360166533&amp;postID=8268412164114824544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8268412164114824544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4261510857360166533/posts/default/8268412164114824544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.martinelocke.com/blog/2008/09/couldnt-have-said-it.html' title='Couldn&apos;t have said it'/><author><name>Martine Locke</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535991577179580699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>