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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>Hello Friends!  Welcome to my “tumblog.”  Here you will find shiny things rare and eccentric with odd bits of wisdom and foolishness sprinkled in.  My hope is to connect, stay in touch, delight and enlighten.  I hope all of my friends, and friends-to-be, will feel welcome and inspired while perusing these, my far flung and fanciful thoughts, and a few others.  My one request, Please Be Nice!  Thanks!</description><title>On the road less traveled...</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @mrdaverwaver)</generator><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>of Montreal - L’age D’or</title><description>&lt;iframe width="400" height="300" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NvjWgfMpQo8?wmode=transparent&amp;autohide=1&amp;egm=0&amp;hd=1&amp;iv_load_policy=3&amp;modestbranding=1&amp;rel=0&amp;showinfo=0&amp;showsearch=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;h1 id="watch-headline-title"&gt;&lt;span class="watch-title  yt-uix-expander-head" title="of Montreal - L'age D'or [OFFICIAL MUSIC VIDEO]"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/artist/of-montreal?feature=watch_video_title" id="watch-headline-show-title" target="_blank"&gt;of Montreal&lt;/a&gt; - L’age D’or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/42180671093</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/42180671093</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2013 04:50:41 -0700</pubDate><category>of Montreal</category><category>music</category><category>music videos</category><category>art</category><category>psychedelia</category><category>existentialist</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/ee97f439644b19961dcf4d12b802166e/tumblr_mhn3kqAw6F1qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/42178022239</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/42178022239</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Feb 2013 03:24:26 -0700</pubDate><category>philosophy</category><category>bertrand russell</category><category>john stuart mill</category><category>immanuel kant</category></item><item><title>“I love you is the inscription on Pandora’s...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/4d0cbf3a33754b6f5a7cbb4d0d967770/tumblr_mhmebdLqNG1qi0eudo1_250.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;“I love you is the inscription on Pandora’s box.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-Mason Cooley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/42146472183</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/42146472183</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Feb 2013 18:18:49 -0700</pubDate><category>quotes</category><category>lit</category><category>pandoras box</category><category>love</category></item><item><title>We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_md4hc4tZs11qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="huge bqQuoteLink"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/o/orsonwelle142014.html" title="view quote" target="_blank"&gt;We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="huge bqQuoteLink"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Orson Welles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/35202912452</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/35202912452</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Nov 2012 07:52:00 -0700</pubDate><category>friendship</category><category>love</category><category>loneliness</category><category>orson welles</category><category>life</category><category>quotes</category></item><item><title>What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4zjo4ftiJ1qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You cannot say, or guess, for you know only&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And the dry stone no sound of water.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;T.S. Eliot&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/24253603837</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/24253603837</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jun 2012 04:26:28 -0600</pubDate><category>Ruisdael Jacob Isaaksz</category><category>art</category><category>poetry</category><category>tseliot</category><category>trees</category><category>wasteland</category></item><item><title>The Road Not Taken

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,And...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m15c61P5iZ1qi0eudo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Road Not Taken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br/&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br/&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood&lt;br/&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br/&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair,&lt;br/&gt;And having perhaps the better claim&lt;br/&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br/&gt;Though as for that the passing there&lt;br/&gt;Had worn them really about the same,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br/&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black.&lt;br/&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br/&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br/&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br/&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br/&gt;Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—&lt;br/&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br/&gt;And that has made all the difference&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Robert Frost&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/19582152579</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/19582152579</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 13:15:37 -0600</pubDate><category>poetry</category><category>robert frost</category><category>ireland</category><category>trees</category><category>lit</category><category>life</category></item><item><title>Look at the teamster on the highway, wending to market by day or...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m0hhnb6zCH1qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look at the teamster on the highway, wending to market by day or night; does any divinity stir within him? …What is his destiny to him, compared with the shipping interests? …How godlike, how immortal, is he? See how he cowers and sneaks, how vaguely all the day he fears, not being immortal nor divine, but the slave and prisoner of his own opinion of himself, a fame won by his own deeds….&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Henry David Thoreau&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/18864809976</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/18864809976</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Mar 2012 15:11:35 -0700</pubDate><category>art</category><category>george wesley bellows</category><category>quotes</category><category>thoreau</category><category>horses</category></item><item><title>There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lznscmfOyT1qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;There is something in the unselfish and self-sacrificing love of a brute, which goes directly to the heart of him who has had frequent occasion to test the paltry friendship and gossamer fidelity of mere Man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-Edgar Allan Poe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/17903287969</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/17903287969</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Feb 2012 14:14:46 -0700</pubDate><category>quotes</category><category>dogs</category><category>loyalty</category><category>friendship</category><category>love</category><category>edgar allan poe</category></item><item><title>
“Flower Festival” Yoko Beppu
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="hps atn"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Flower Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Yoko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="hps"&gt;Beppu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/16882425294</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/16882425294</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Feb 2012 15:07:41 -0700</pubDate></item><item><title>There is a special department of Hell for students of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lx0wibFROM1qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a special department of Hell for students of probability.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;-Bertrand Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/15028347302</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/15028347302</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Dec 2011 08:36:27 -0700</pubDate><category>art</category><category>quotes</category><category>probability</category><category>bertrand russell</category><category>hell</category><category>streetpainter</category><category>perspective</category></item><item><title>Just ‘cause you got the monkey off your back doesn’t...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvpeynFg7k1qi0eudo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just ‘cause you got the monkey off your back doesn’t mean the circus has left town.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-George Carlin&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/13753348677</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/13753348677</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 17:06:23 -0700</pubDate><category>fernando botero</category><category>george carlin</category><category>quotes</category><category>art</category><category>lol</category><category>clowns</category><category>smoking</category></item><item><title>“Breakout”</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lvp6lz2hE61qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Breakout”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/13744165996</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/13744165996</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Dec 2011 14:05:59 -0700</pubDate><category>bertrand russell</category><category>lol</category><category>brains</category><category>lit</category><category>escape</category></item><item><title>Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; 
the ...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_luauucp0kp1qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the  mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the words which express what they understand not; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the trumpets which  sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the influence which is  moved not, but moves. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the  world.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; - Percy Bysshe Shelley, “A Defense of Poetry”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/12471652017</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/12471652017</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Nov 2011 09:51:00 -0700</pubDate><category>pompeii</category><category>phaedrus</category><category>philosophy</category><category>bysshe</category><category>poetry</category><category>quotes</category><category>ancient</category><category>future</category><category>law</category></item><item><title>Totem Orcas</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt83giUKh91qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totem Orcas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/11577326310</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/11577326310</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 12:31:30 -0600</pubDate><category>orcas</category><category>art</category><category>native</category></item><item><title>But now for many years I cannot endure to read a line of...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lt7xt8OqSt1qi0eudo1_400.gif"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But now for many years I cannot endure to read a line of poetry…  I have also almost lost my taste for pictures or music. Music generally  sets me thinking too energetically on what I have been at work on,  instead of giving me pleasure. I retain some taste for fine scenery, but  it does not cause me the exquisite delight which it formerly did. … My  mind seems to have become a kind of machine for grinding general laws  out of large collections of facts, but why this should have caused the  atrophy of that part of the brain alone, on which the higher tastes  depend, I cannot conceive. A man with a mind more highly organised or  better constituted than mine, would not, I suppose, have thus suffered;  and if I had to live my life again, I would have made a rule to read  some poetry and listen to some music at least once every week; for  perhaps the parts of my brain now atrophied would thus have been kept  active through use. The loss of these tastes is a loss of happiness, and  may possibly be injurious to the intellect, and more probably to the  moral character, by enfeebling the emotional part of our nature.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/em&gt;-Charles Darwin&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/11573939075</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/11573939075</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 10:29:32 -0600</pubDate><category>darwin</category><category>evolution</category><category>happiness</category><category>quotes</category><category>emotion</category><category>poetry</category><category>creativity</category><category>lit</category><category>life</category><category>aesthetics</category><category>mind</category></item><item><title>It’s no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years  while...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ls5dw79Ays1qi0eudo1_400.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;span class="huge"&gt;t’s no good running a pig farm badly for 30 years  while saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;‘Really, I was meant to be a ballet dancer.’ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;By then, pigs  will be your style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;-Quentin Crisp&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10697820259</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10697820259</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2011 14:50:31 -0600</pubDate><category>pigs</category><category>quotes</category><category>quentin crisp</category><category>pink floyd</category><category>lol</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmtgotrS0q1qb4wqho1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10270367009</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10270367009</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Sep 2011 00:37:56 -0600</pubDate><category>whales</category></item><item><title>I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,
To the...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrl4mdB0n61qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I must down to the seas again to the vagrant gypsy life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-John Masefield&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10261092848</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10261092848</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Sep 2011 19:16:43 -0600</pubDate><category>Jeffrey K. Bedrick</category><category>art</category><category>whales</category><category>john masefield</category><category>poetry</category><category>lit</category><category>gulls</category></item><item><title>He lives in the halflights in secret  places, free and alone -...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrfz6jC6zN1qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lives in the halflights in secret  places, free and alone - this mysterious little great being whom his  mistress calls ‘My cat’.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Margaret Benson&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10153476171</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10153476171</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 21:32:43 -0600</pubDate><category>cats</category><category>quotes</category><category>margaret benson</category><category>whales</category><category>art</category></item><item><title>Without freedom, no art; 
art lives only on the restraints it...</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lrf780S6Ff1qi0eudo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without freedom, no art; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;and dies of all others.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;-Albert Camus&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10129689262</link><guid>http://mrdaverwaver.tumblr.com/post/10129689262</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Sep 2011 11:30:25 -0600</pubDate><category>albert camus</category><category>art</category><category>butterflies</category><category>freedom</category><category>quotes</category></item></channel></rss>
