<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900081</id><updated>2009-02-21T00:43:58.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the Outside</title><subtitle type='html'>Out on my Own, making a living and working for the man</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14306644378558566223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900081.post-106727865384736883</id><published>2003-10-27T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T13:17:39.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well I am back, starting to update this blog on a regular basis I guess.  Well when i can get a few moments away from my job.  Yes, I have a job.  A real job, 9 to 5, well maybe a little longer as the case may be, but it is better than a lot of the hours I was working this past summer.  I am working in the development office at Simon's Rock College in Great Barrington.  WEll I have to get back to work I will write something more interesting later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900081-106727865384736883?l=philipmarlowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/106727865384736883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/106727865384736883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106727865384736883' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14306644378558566223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09409527035861586709'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900081.post-87015398</id><published>2003-01-06T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-06T13:01:11.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went home to Lenox yesterday to work on my college grad school apps.  While I was there I had a dream.  I drempt that i was going somewhere with my family and for some reason the luggage on the airplane all got mixed togther.  So we were taken to this place that had all the items and clothing that the people on the plane had packed set out for people to recalim what was theirs.  Needless to say i had to make sure what was mine became mine agian so I had to be fast.  I got all my luggage and my clothing, but then I decieded to take a look at some of the other stuff.  First I grabed a cart like the kind you find in supermarket, but it had a very high back where people could stack things like on a shelf.  well on the one I grabbed there was a lot of glass object so i had to becareful not to break anything.  Well in this kind of shop there was everything, dvds, stereos, games, books, and music.  Anything anyone would take on a trip to anyplace could be found here.  Lots of the stuff was old and unclaimed, some was ratty and some was just broken.  I started to look around and since I had a long trip coming up I looked in the book section.  Well I knew that I didn't have a lot of time so i was looking kinda fast, there were tons of old books.  I looked thru what i could trying to find something that I would like to read.  Well I looked and looked and my time was almost up so I was getting a little frantic when i thought i saw a book i would like.  Well it was an old tattered book, a paperback, and it was of one of my fav british tv shows.  The cover was almost all worn away, but for some reason it was not a book about the show.  It had a character from the show on it, but the title of the book was "College".  So I grabed the old tattered book and left the shop.  That was the end of that segment of the dream.  I have been thinking about what It could represent.  I know my life as a college student is coming to an end.  It does scare me, I won't lie.  I don't know where I am going and I don't know what will happen to me at the moment.  All I know is that I am going alone.  and that is very hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900081-87015398?l=philipmarlowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/87015398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/87015398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/2003_01_05_archive.html#87015398' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14306644378558566223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09409527035861586709'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900081.post-85167190</id><published>2002-11-27T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-27T11:31:24.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The World is a little brighter as of 3:30 pm on the 26 of November a new light was ignited on this planet.  A small but pure star that rose up thru the clouds and shined thru the darkness to bring light to the world.  *Translastion*  I have a new baby cousin.  I just heard late last night, and that made all the difference in the world.  The thought of her just made me feel all warm.  Life can be a hard journey and I am the first to express that as you know, but it is the small rays of light that make it worth it.  I am off to my grandmas for thanksgiving, but i will be back on friday.  If you want to see my smiling face give me a call or just stop in you know where I am.  Happy Thankgiving all.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900081-85167190?l=philipmarlowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/85167190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/85167190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/2002_11_24_archive.html#85167190' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14306644378558566223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09409527035861586709'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900081.post-84933408</id><published>2002-11-22T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T13:08:15.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahh I hate computers.  On ym first day off form rehearsal in like a week and a half my computer decides it is going to die a slow and painful death.  Well My housemates being the great guys that they are tried for 5 hours to fix my computer.  They tried everything from reinstalling windows to even formatting the C:/ drive and putting on windows XP.  Well when that didn't work and my computer was in terminal blue screen of death they checked the hardware.  It looks like it was a bad stick of memory that was causing the whole thing.  So Joe M is at the moment fixing my computer while I am off at class and work.  Thank you Joe, I would kiss you if it would freak both of us out.  Well anyway that is just some of the small joys that are in my life at the moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My show opens in about two weeks.  I spent a little time yesterday studying my lines, but I still need a lot of work.  I think I will be ready in time.  I really don't want to let down Tev.  This is his Div 3 after all and I want to do a good job for him.  The show is interesting and I know I will be ok, but I really want to kick ass when we open.  It has been almost a year since I was onstage and I want to feel the same rush that I have been missing.  Oh well that is just something I will have to see about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to run, but maybe I will post more later if my computer is working.  If not then I will be back in a few days.  Adios all &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900081-84933408?l=philipmarlowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84933408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84933408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84933408' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14306644378558566223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09409527035861586709'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900081.post-84767913</id><published>2002-11-19T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T11:22:54.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every so often when I am at work I think of that song by Devo, called "Working in a Coal Mine"  You know the song, it was used as the theme for that show "Working" staring Fred Savage.  Well I am sitting here at work and just trying to get everything done, so I don't have the unwashed hordes of Students coming at me asking my why the net is not working or why their printouts are not in alphabetical order.  Don't get me wrong I am a student myself, but people can be really stupid sometimes.  I mean, god how smart do you have to be to read a sign that says NO FOOD OR DRINK IN THE LAB. .   EVEN WATER!!!  and still people bring it in.  I mean what the (explative deleted)!!  Ok that was my rant of the day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of my life.  Well I am still trying to learn all my lines for my show, I have the first act pretty much down.  The third act I can do to a certain extent, it is just the second act I see myself having problems with.  Well I have  alot of lines and not a lot of time.  I have been really trying to find time for everything, but I am just not doing that well.  I am looking forward to having thursday off.  I don't know what I want to do with it yet.  Most likely I will study my lines.  Oh joy I can tell you think I am just so cool.  Well I am going to get going.  Have fun all and feel free to e-mail me with questions or comments or just to tell me how great and sexy I am.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900081-84767913?l=philipmarlowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84767913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84767913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84767913' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14306644378558566223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09409527035861586709'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900081.post-84718793</id><published>2002-11-18T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-18T16:35:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here I am back again and ready for whatever the world decides to toss at me.  I had an interesting weekend, well first off I had rehearsal all weekend for the show I am in.  I am doing ok, I still need to work harder on my lines, but i will get there in the end.  I am resisting the urge to kill one of my fellow actors, if for no other reason than becasue it would be a pain in teh ass to get someone to learn the lines in the time left.   I guess it is good that I can still work with someone even if they are really a dickhead.  Ok so back to my weekend.  Well friday went out to ABC upstairs with Leah, Joe, and JP.  While we were there I ran into Tev and his girlfriend Brooke and some freind of theirs.  So we all hung out and it was fun.  Then on saturday had more rehearsal and it started to snow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first real snow we have ahd this season.  It was really great to see it.  I have to say that the sight of the world just covered in a blanket of snow made my feel better about life. Back to Saturday, well we (as in those of us in the apartment) had a few friends over for some dinner and wine.  It was really nice, true I would have liked it if there were some more single women, who have a thing for short charming italians, but you can't win them all.  Well I had a bit to drink, but I was fine.  I just would have liked to have had someone there for me.  You know what I mean, out of the people that came over there was one cutesey couple, one girl was a freind of one of my housemates, a male freind who we had not seen in a while, and the rest were either male or female but with no intrest in me whatsoever.  So needless to say I felt a little out of place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard sometimes to be freind with people who are not in the same field with me.  Like my taste in movies is sometimes put on the chopping block.  OK I like some musicals and I like classic black and white movies.    I also have a hard time enjoying just shoot em up films like XXX or really cheesy chick flicks like anything with Leonrfo D Craprolio.  Oh well that was just my rant of the day I guess.  Well anyway I guess I just feel that  I am very alone in this world.  That nothing I do is apperciated or valued.  I have been really gettig fed up with the world.  You already know this if you have read some of my past posts, but that is beside the point.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a good person, I have a pretty long fuse when it comes to belligerent user but this girl takes the cake. I was closing the lab before the class and this girl would not get up and leave even after I mentioned the closing 3 times. I finnaly went over to her and said I am sorry, but you are going to have to leave there is a class coming in. She said in a very snotty tone that she was in the class. I told her I still needed to leave the lab, she then got all huffy and said that she was able to stay last week. Now the simple fact that we did not have classes on Monday might have stuck out in her mind, but needless to say she went out mad. I really do love it when people get angry at me just for doing me job. Oh Joy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900081-84718793?l=philipmarlowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84718793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84718793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84718793' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14306644378558566223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09409527035861586709'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900081.post-84426063</id><published>2002-11-12T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-12T12:40:37.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok I am being a slacker.  I am going to skip my one class so I can study my lines.  I should have had them done by today, but I am still blanking on the last few pages of act one.  OK ok I was suppose to have the entire play done by today, but what can you do?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900081-84426063?l=philipmarlowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84426063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84426063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/2002_11_10_archive.html#84426063' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14306644378558566223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09409527035861586709'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3900081.post-84134193</id><published>2002-11-06T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T11:37:01.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok maybe it is just my week for strange dreams, but I had another one last night.  No, it was not about Amy or anything like that.   well I was back in Lenox at my parents house.  We were having a a yard sale and I am taking care of everything.  So these two guys come in one of them is kinda thin and gawky, while the other one is a little shorter and much fatter.  Well these guys bring up something from the sale, it is a sealed action figure box from one of the orginal star wars movies.  Well these guys ask how much, and I say "What will you give me?"  Well the fatter one says thirty bucks, then the other ones turns to him and says "are you crazy it is worth like three hundred"  Needless to say this catches my attention and I respond with "well then 250 should be enough.  The fatter one was not very happy with this, at that moment another person comes up and wants to buy a vest so I go and take care of him.  When I come back the two guys are gone and I notice that the sealed box is now open and the figure missing.  This Pisses me off to no end, so I run after the guys to see them pulling out in a black surburban.  I try to take down the plate numbers, but I can't read them casue I don't have my glasses on.  So I run back get my glasses and my cell phone.  I call the cops, but I guess I dialed wrong so I got the chicago police, so I hung up and called the local cops.  Well in the mean time I see the car pull into a house not 100 yards from my house.  So I go up to the door and Knock.  A little old woman answers the door and I explain to her that I think her son had just stolen a rather pricy thing from me.  Well at first she is insulted and angry, but I tell her in a calm voice what happened and then she starts to get sad, then the father comes in.  Now this guy is huge, he is like a cross between a biker and that guy from all those action movies that is the unstopable creation of evil.  Well anyway that gets me a bit worried, becasue I am saying that their son stole.  Well after the mom explains it to him, they are very nice to me and say they are so sorry many times over.  Well at that point the cops show up and I started to wake up.  Needless to say it was a very weird dream.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3900081-84134193?l=philipmarlowe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84134193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3900081/posts/default/84134193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://philipmarlowe.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84134193' title=''/><author><name>Joe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14306644378558566223</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09409527035861586709'/></author></entry></feed>