<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:46:58.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Aaron Miller of Waverly</title><subtitle type='html'>An allegorical tale of a lad with a post modern mentality trapped in a Petrarchan world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-112178221040567368</id><published>2005-07-19T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T11:39:55.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Serbia, the Name Says it AllAbout a week ago (from date of writing) I went to ExitFestival in Novi Sad, Serbia. Following a trick I learned back in new year's eve 97/98, if you buy a ticket, no matter what you will find a way to go. When the time finally came, I was impressed that I had a partner in crime to go with me, unfortunately the wheels came off the wagon and she backed out at the last </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/112178221040567368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/112178221040567368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112178221040567368' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-111764568081106322</id><published>2005-06-01T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T07:04:53.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Romania, Where Dogs Go to Procreate.Bucharest, I had always questioned why the EU stopped at Hungary and did not venture further down to Romania.  After all these were all Soviet controlled countries, so they are probably all the same.  Wrong, wrong, why would I come up such a stupid idea...wrong...put me with the guys who invented new coke and crystal pepsi...wrong. Arriving in Bucharest I took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/111764568081106322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/111764568081106322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111764568081106322' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-111730577359916596</id><published>2005-05-28T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T06:47:57.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Continental ShowdownLet me indulge myself by talkiıng about...well...myself. As a preface, I should note ugly American is much funnier than understanding foreigner, so ıf something is offensive just pretend Paris Hilton told me to say it.Like Kramer test driving a car, I love to see how far I can go. Arrive 2hrs, before a flight, nah try 27 mıns. Sounds like I went past empty, but if you believe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/111730577359916596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/111730577359916596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111730577359916596' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-109001368311539069</id><published>2004-07-16T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T14:34:43.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have gotten over a case of the Cusco "I am going to give you swift kick in the immune system and see how you like an infection" just in time to play a game of Rock, Paper, Sadaam with my friends.  You can still play post-Iraqi turnover, but if you are south the equator the webpage is upside down.  Why is that? Also using my method of Peruvian Parity Pricing (javascript program forthcoming), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/109001368311539069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/109001368311539069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109001368311539069' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-108879947653996998</id><published>2004-07-02T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T13:17:56.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Viva la box wine (thanks claudia)Perhaps there is some hope in the future</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108879947653996998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108879947653996998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108879947653996998' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-108863169874676477</id><published>2004-06-30T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T07:13:18.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idaho, Oregon, Washington, Peru...?A couple quick notes about Boise, first of all, if Scranton ever had an aspirational peer this is it. Want to hear more? I thought so (ouch, this isnt interesting at all). Anyway, they also have a black history museum and the anne frank park for human rights. Yes, I am still talking about Idaho, I didnt get it either, i think it was a joke by the liberal media, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108863169874676477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108863169874676477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108863169874676477' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-108697819416393522</id><published>2004-06-11T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T13:24:23.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eating Everthing in Sight and Six MoreSince moving home, i learned about meals for the first time in 5 years.  They are good.There is a new "tapas" restaurant in Scranton called Fusions and at the beginning of the meal they explain to you how you should share meals and let the cuisine "fuse" into one another and thus how they got the name.  As the waiter was saying this I realized I had never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108697819416393522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108697819416393522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108697819416393522' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-108546147691715280</id><published>2004-05-25T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T07:22:53.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Intern Season Kicks Off RightOh me, Oh my, how could I forget the beginning of the intern season.  How do I know that this year's intern crop is upon us?  Simple, scandels are afoot.  Now, the most recent act of fire worthy activity is a former Syracuse student, Jessica Cutler,(oh, we represent in DC) who was recently let go from the office of Senator Mike DeWine, Republican from Ohio, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108546147691715280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108546147691715280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108546147691715280' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-108541137508039560</id><published>2004-05-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-24T08:44:16.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Police Force for the Common Man, and Hasta La DCOkay, so about a week and a half ago I walked into my local CVS attempting to purchase some of their world renowned libations, however, when I reached the checkout counter I was turned down like the sheets in a professional bed making competition (i bet they exist, probably like in a hotel or something...dont you think).  Now people might </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108541137508039560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108541137508039560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108541137508039560' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-108390578820006832</id><published>2004-05-16T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T12:14:05.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never See Your "Friends" Again, Happy Birthday Gets Rich, and the Chipotle Diet Supersizes StomachsFriends is over and some people where quite sad I guess.  I hope those tears are not for the cast, they instead should be for the Rembrandts, who after 10 years of great ratings for their song are out of our lives forever.  And yet, no one seems to care.  No magazine articles, no interviews, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108390578820006832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108390578820006832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108390578820006832' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-108274956077784114</id><published>2004-04-27T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T10:26:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Privacy from the Government= Important; Privacy from a company giving out 1GB of email space, ehThat's right I have put aside my personal privacy fears and obtained a Gmail account.  Sure, I dont like the idea of a computer looking at my emails for key words to help with product placement, but a free gigabyte.  That makes my hotmail and yahoo accounts look sorry.  So to answer the question, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108274956077784114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108274956077784114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108274956077784114' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-108240863839015785</id><published>2004-04-19T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T15:36:14.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2 Quick NotesOne of my favorite Seinfeld quotes ever is Jerry says that Risk is "a game of world domination played by two people who can barely run their own lives" (speaking about Kramer and Newman).  Here is a great McSweeney's article about how the Bush Administration does not have a very good Risk strategy.  The Ukraine is weak.Also, I know this is a bit late, but how about that guy who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108240863839015785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108240863839015785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108240863839015785' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-108191266056741806</id><published>2004-04-13T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T10:04:19.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Turning 18, Bada Bings, and Ted McGuinleyThe other day was my sister, Rebecca's 18th birthday.  While I was talking to her about joys (read: unbearable pains) of adulthood,  I began to recall the degradation of my own years.  First off, with the coming off sufferage under United States law, I became vulnerable to the responsibility I clearly didnt' want, not to mention not even close to being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108191266056741806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/108191266056741806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108191266056741806' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-107945224279232309</id><published>2004-03-16T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T08:34:09.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mr. Miller Goes Back to WashingtonLike any working twenty-something dreaming of the days when I can ditch the shirt and tie and go back to the academic environment, I imbibe an alcoholic drink from time to time.  I must admit I am pretty indiscriminate in my choice of watering hole.  However, two things I just cant get over are waiting outside and poor bathroom setups.  1) Waiting outside, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/107945224279232309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/107945224279232309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107945224279232309' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-107656877110494010</id><published>2004-02-24T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T08:33:42.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Iowa: Act 5, Arizona, and Mardi Gras With a PhThe final two weeks of Iowa were kind of like one continuous day that lasted for two weeks.  Needless to say it was an exhaustive effort.  The regular 4 soda a content was quickly jacked up to 10 and the blood caffine content was seriously approaching the legal limit.  I napped from 10 pm until 1 am so that I would see the other staffs going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/107656877110494010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/107656877110494010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107656877110494010' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-107627095192764363</id><published>2004-02-08T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T12:10:57.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Chrismas Break, The American Dream takes on Human Form, and 12 Hours off for New Year'sOscar Wilde once wrote something to the effect of "only boring people have interesting writing- interesting people are too busy doing interesting things to be bothered with writing them down"  That is some loose paraphasing, perhaps I will look up the exact quote sometime.  Anyway, I dont know if that has</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/107627095192764363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/107627095192764363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107627095192764363' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-107112381878441989</id><published>2003-12-10T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T13:19:27.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Drive Midwest, Presidential Campaigns, and the People Who Work ThemAs many of you know I have always had a great love of the State of Iowa ever since 1673 when French explorers Louis Jolliet and Father Marquette entered its boarders.  Dont get me wrong, I'm no Fracophile, but still the thought of them crossing clear across these completely flat lands- with absolutely nothing but corn- </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/107112381878441989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/107112381878441989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107112381878441989' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-106822210275691546</id><published>2003-11-07T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T08:24:32.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Diddy Runs the City, Canadians Become Champions, and Online Dating Tries to Go LegitFor four long years I waited for the Daily Orange to turn out a good story.  I mean sure, we had Ed Reilly, but that was Freshman Year.  I want stories that matter to students.  When I came upon this gem of a story, a single tear of joy ran down my face. (I would give you the link, but you have to register and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106822210275691546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106822210275691546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822210275691546' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-106618872669775103</id><published>2003-10-14T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T07:11:58.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Walk of Shame Revisited and Home for the Holidays-Everyone remembers the walk of shame.  Either you are walking down your dorm hall or walking across campus wearing your stale smoke entrenched clothes as passersby head to class.  Head down, hands in pockets because of the hangover and the fact that everyone you pass looks and laughs as they accurately picutre your entire night.  That was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106618872669775103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106618872669775103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106618872669775103' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-106436451538905084</id><published>2003-09-23T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T18:02:44.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pueberty ReduxSomething weird happened lately, I had the worst breakout of zits since...well ever.  Which makes me realize that i must be going through puberty.  This is not the change I went through nearly a decade ago.  It is a new change, I have dubbed "Pueberty, the working years"  In this revisited stage of life it is common to feel awkward about your job and your future. Many people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106436451538905084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106436451538905084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106436451538905084' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-106254476778471135</id><published>2003-09-02T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T16:29:30.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lazy Bones R UsI think that this webpage proves that the saying "Idle something is the devil's something or something like that."  You get the idea. I forgot to mention this before.  I was flying alot last month and I cant believe how much clothing I had to take off.  I was holding my shoes in one hand, my pants up with the other, and my belt was over my shoulder.  Then, some button or my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106254476778471135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106254476778471135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106254476778471135' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-106121586230729576</id><published>2003-08-18T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T07:11:02.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The summer has  worn on rather quickly and I know there is one group in DC who is very upset about this.  It is the twenty-something male population sporting button-down blue shrit (two buttons undone) and no tie becuase they are trying to forget that they are tied to a desk 60+hours a week. Why is this group so sad?  It means that the female interns are on there way out.  This begs the question,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106121586230729576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/106121586230729576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106121586230729576' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-105943769216381040</id><published>2003-07-28T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T09:05:46.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This Email's Like WhoaDespite the fact that my new plans for the year do not involve law school, I am still trying learn about the culture.  This most recent nugget of information that I have procured is a rather unsettling one.  It seems that firms have regular gatherings/parties for the summer associate (summer law students) where it is an open bar.  On the face of it, this seemed like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105943769216381040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105943769216381040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105943769216381040' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-105751993995358721</id><published>2003-07-06T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-06T12:36:59.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let the job search begin - July 6, 2003Sit back and take time with this edition, it is a good size.  I wont be offended if you read half now and half later.  I wrote the first half a week ago, but then I realized I was late for work, so I put it in the save draft folder.  So it  is written based on chronology, rather than importance. Washington DC metro was recently ranked 4th among US cities</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105751993995358721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105751993995358721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105751993995358721' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-105734687096151523</id><published>2003-07-04T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T14:48:28.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How Scranton, PA was won- June 15, 2003It is 1:30 in the morning, I have a half packed car, full tank of gas, and leave for DC at first light.  Hit it.I recently went to NYC and guess what, working people, even in their 20's in big cities go to sleep fucking early during the week.  Guess Swingers is a west coast thing or the legend of the weekend warrior lives on. People always bitch about</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105734687096151523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105734687096151523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105734687096151523' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-105734669970696634</id><published>2003-07-04T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T09:00:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Email just like your mother used to make- May 29, 2003Hey kids, its time for another installment.  Since I have graduated a few people have asked me when you can stop calling each other kids.  I have given it some thought and my true answer is a little long so I will just say this- I know everyone I am sending this to well enough to know it hasn't happened to any of you yet.Since I am always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105734669970696634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105734669970696634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105734669970696634' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-105734650658529404</id><published>2003-07-04T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T09:03:37.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>D-Day plus 3- May 14, 2003 I will preface this email by saying, it is a mass email, so if it isnt tailored to you, fucking deal with it.   So, graduating from college, end of an era.  Alright, it isnt that monumental, it is more like after the superbowl and you don't know what you are going to do every sunday from now on (trust me the analogy works better if you assume I really like football)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105734650658529404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105734650658529404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105734650658529404' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529241.post-105698213194577430</id><published>2003-06-30T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T12:01:08.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to Day 1 of this site.  Just as Derek Zoolander had to work on Magnum before its debut, I too must tame this beast of a page before its release into the wild.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105698213194577430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529241/posts/default/105698213194577430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aaronmiller.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105698213194577430' title=''/><author><name>A</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
