<?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-13242886</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:33:28.553-07:00</updated><category term='casino gambling indians chumash'/><title type='text'>The Joe Rossi Report</title><subtitle type='html'>As fast as light across the Sky!
As fast as summer left behind ...

&lt;img src = "http://joerossireport.com/newsbanner.JPG"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>174</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4480060507182121090</id><published>2009-09-06T11:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T11:28:47.841-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little background on the Joe Rossi &amp; The Back Door Jam</title><summary type='text'>   the Back Door Jam      For years, I have steadily built up a large community of mostly Doors fans but also Deadheads, Bob Dylan fans,  and people on the peaceful classic rock/hippie side of the spectrum.  Between YouTube and MySpace alone I have a little more than 70,000 friends &amp; subscribers.  I consider these folks friends &amp; family, and many of them have expressed support for my original </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4480060507182121090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4480060507182121090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-background-on-joe-rossi-back.html' title='A little background on the Joe Rossi &amp;amp; The Back Door Jam'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8779668073236133211</id><published>2009-09-05T01:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:37:09.759-06:00</updated><title type='text'>morning lament</title><summary type='text'>ok well just leave me hereit just might make it easier&amp; just as the leaves turn to Fallit's high time I slipped into gone.into that fragrant placethat time forgetswhere all is empty&amp; all our lives are spent.remembering nothing&amp; holding it allin the cup of our palmlike a bead of smooth balmrubbed into our thinexcuse for skinwhich will peel awaybut refuse to fall.night dies all around usas the sun </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8779668073236133211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8779668073236133211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/09/morning-lament.html' title='morning lament'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8902834542385028234</id><published>2009-09-05T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T01:35:12.039-06:00</updated><title type='text'>foreshadowing</title><summary type='text'>into a dark heart night&amp; little room to movefinding myself like a wandering wolfhowling at a midnight moonthe cat my friendas he nudges me for foodreminds of the childhood I wantedfor my children too.these halls, where my daughters playedthese roomsto remain here, and I promise you, this placebecomes my tomb.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8902834542385028234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8902834542385028234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/09/foreshadowing.html' title='foreshadowing'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-949096777163843246</id><published>2009-08-03T09:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:57:17.244-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Islamic Terrorism, Sexuality &amp; Evolution</title><summary type='text'>Islamic terrorism?  It is patently clear that the problem with Islamic terrorism isn't Islam as some might erroneously surmise, and for proof I need not go farther than our own shores.  America is home to thousands if not millions of Islamic Americans.  If Islam were the root of terrorism, then we would have to ask ourselves how it is that none of our fellow Islamic American citizens and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/949096777163843246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/949096777163843246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/08/islamic-terrorism-sexuality-evolution.html' title='Islamic Terrorism, Sexuality &amp; Evolution'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4951782007161475391</id><published>2009-07-11T10:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:04:07.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Why America is a Great Country (work in progress)</title><summary type='text'>America is great not because we have Christian churches, but rather because we have Christian churches, Hindu Temples, Buddhist Temples, Mosques, and Synagogues.America is great not because we speak English here, but because depending on where you are, you will hear Spanish, Arabic, Chinese and Japanese and a host of other languages, and see signs, advertisements and the like, in these </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4951782007161475391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4951782007161475391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/07/america-is-great-not-because-we-have.html' title='Why America is a Great Country (work in progress)'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4212657392152747784</id><published>2009-07-09T19:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:24:41.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Close To The Sun</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4212657392152747784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4212657392152747784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/07/too-close-to-sun.html' title='Too Close To The Sun'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4015908928833461374</id><published>2009-03-20T15:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T16:08:07.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadhead Dylanheads</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4015908928833461374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4015908928833461374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/03/deadhead-dylanheads.html' title='Deadhead Dylanheads'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4151534565589067831</id><published>2009-03-17T19:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:53:40.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing</title><summary type='text'>Missing herin the long cold nightMiss her like I missMy lifeMy wifelong years ahead, &amp; love holds trueno matter what a soul may dointo the forever, loam we foldour cards, our love, our very soul.She is an angel, queen &amp; saintFierce dark eyesStill graceful traits&amp; alluring, dark &amp; sexy truethe mother of my girls&amp; for so long my world.into the nightsoft sweet lightsinto the future we pray&amp; grow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4151534565589067831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4151534565589067831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/03/missing.html' title='Missing'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4897288381093217185</id><published>2009-03-10T19:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T19:47:49.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Isn't it funny how we can both believe in God and not in God at the same time and find no conflict in such seeming disparate world views.What is it to have faith. I have faith. Faith in the beauty and integrity and unity of God and Life and that in the end, we're all bound by God's infinite and unconditional love. At the same time I don't believe God to be Christian, Jewish, Muslim, Hindu or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4897288381093217185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4897288381093217185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/03/isnt-it-funny-how-we-can-both-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-5141915967504258934</id><published>2009-02-01T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:38:25.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Deadhead Dylan close to your heart!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/5141915967504258934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/5141915967504258934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/02/keep-deadhead-dylan-close-to-your-heart.html' title='Keep Deadhead Dylan close to your heart!'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/SYYIN54LAfI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/JqhCTZdy6Z8/s72-c/joelove09.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-1971944450481913328</id><published>2009-01-22T05:24:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T06:02:28.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is Rush Limbaugh filled with seething hatred for Barack Obama</title><summary type='text'>No doubt this is a case of sour grapes, but I can't help but notice that Rush Limbaugh is not a happy camper these days.Of course, it's well known he backed the wrong horse in the latest presidential campaign but it's also well known he really didn't like the horse he backed.  But it's clear now that Barack Obama is the nation's 44th president; it seems to me a man who thought he cynically could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/1971944450481913328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/1971944450481913328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-is-rush-limbaugh-filled-with.html' title='Why is Rush Limbaugh filled with seething hatred for Barack Obama'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-7072722809402153722</id><published>2008-12-25T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:42:09.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy NEW YEAR!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7072722809402153722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7072722809402153722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-6522934594476101906</id><published>2008-12-13T21:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T21:09:28.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now at livevideo.com</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='related' href='http://livevideo.com/deadheaddylan' title='Now at livevideo.com'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://livevideo.com/deadheaddylan' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6522934594476101906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6522934594476101906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/12/now-at-livevideocom.html' title='Now at livevideo.com'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2829683584919333948</id><published>2008-11-18T08:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:42:39.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death makes angels of us all &amp; gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws ...</title><summary type='text'>The dead are always sacrosanct, whereas the living will always have scorn heaped upon them.  Sometimes, one can surmise the best way to be appreciated by those whom we love is to remove ourselves from them; in a sense to underline and put an exclamation point to everything we've ever done, to force them to look back upon the past to remember and cherish that which they took for granted while it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2829683584919333948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2829683584919333948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/11/death-makes-angels-of-us-all-gives-us.html' title='Death makes angels of us all &amp; gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven&apos;s claws ...'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-3891467582409409662</id><published>2008-11-12T06:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:33:04.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerry's Father &amp; the 4 Noble Truths</title><summary type='text'>Ongoing periods of silence from my own father, whom I will grant I have given reason to be distant from me, inspires me to be calling my own son almost everyday lately. It's not easy to hear from his mother stories of him acting up, acting like I do from time to time, full of self-pity and desperation. I know it's not easy for him, the oldest child among a brood of kids from two different sets of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3891467582409409662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3891467582409409662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/11/jerrys-father-4-noble-truths.html' title='Jerry&apos;s Father &amp; the 4 Noble Truths'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4331470410208489795</id><published>2008-10-10T06:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:50:18.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gig</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4331470410208489795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4331470410208489795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/10/gig.html' title='Gig'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2846718015197426224</id><published>2008-10-10T06:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T06:49:26.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>radiance</title><summary type='text'>radiant bluethe sky god &amp; youbeneath wide clouded horizonsthese fires aglow in castles &amp; hillside villageschildren murmuramong the relics&amp; undress the nightw/ savage ritualmusic is a religionthe inward roadto the sacred soulour love unites usacross seas frozen by goldmake the world onemake it growwings of electric delight.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2846718015197426224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2846718015197426224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/10/radiance.html' title='radiance'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4289509529269840845</id><published>2008-09-21T20:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:35:15.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaceball</title><summary type='text'>It's a circle, it's a dotIt's Everything that it's notAnd everything that you do, was meant for only you.And what is is what you getWhen you remember you forgetat the Spaceball tonighteverybody is getting roundat the Spaceball tonightyou can feel the soundof love softly splashing on the groundat the Spaceball tonightWe'll get it rightAnd you know it will come around.and what a fantastic circusand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4289509529269840845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4289509529269840845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/09/spaceball.html' title='Spaceball'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4906773803115529929</id><published>2008-09-20T20:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T20:37:12.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Set List</title><summary type='text'>Me and My UncleMonkey &amp; the EngineerFive to OneFantasyUPS GirlHeaven Can't Make Up Her MindNot Fade AwayEvery Star Must FadeGarden of Psychedelic DelightsRiders on the StormLight My FireDesolation RowTangled Up  In BlueSex W/ An AngelBrainflowerLove Her Like The RainSpaceballFreedom SallyAngels By The SeaGraceRound Black EyesGone Like The SeaShaking Dreams  (neat dark Andrea)Sex Drive BackFriend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4906773803115529929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4906773803115529929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/09/set-list.html' title='Set List'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-7416214063585027657</id><published>2008-09-20T20:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:04:58.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem for 9/11/08</title><summary type='text'>9/11/2008it's been awhile nowsince the morning air burned w/sadnessrising plumes of smokescreaming silver death&amp; clouds of dustwhat god awful thoughts of hell bent mindsthat fateful day, riding the bustalking to strangers, the universe seeming to beon the edge of irrevocable disrepairthe t.v.'s were on everywhereno one talked of anything elsewe were united in our shock&amp; disbeliefthe twins freedom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7416214063585027657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7416214063585027657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/09/poem-for-91108.html' title='Poem for 9/11/08'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8292651085045412889</id><published>2008-09-20T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:03:10.861-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost In Time ...</title><summary type='text'>lost in timeon the edge of historyor smack dab in the middleof eternitysearching for somethingin the word forests&amp; dream galleriesof Time's productionlooking for identityin fluid sceneslooking for stabilityon hot flowing magmalearning to surf the lavalove the myriad waysdance with the decaymake peace w/ the motionsof history underway.from the big bang to the Cosmic Dancewe are just jesters </summary><link rel='related' href='http://myspace.com/mjoerossi' title='Lost In Time ...'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8292651085045412889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8292651085045412889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost-in-time.html' title='Lost In Time ...'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4601772248384473415</id><published>2008-06-30T07:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T07:10:39.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>what's a breadwinner to do</title><summary type='text'>what's a breadwinner to dowhen he can't seem to win enough bread?when doubt &amp; depressionrun roughshod all through his headwhen he sees his childrenhe thinks they'd be better offwere he deadwhen he reaches outonly to find silence &amp; dreadwhen he calls outonly to hear nothing butthe voices in his own head?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4601772248384473415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4601772248384473415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-breadwinner-to-do.html' title='what&apos;s a breadwinner to do'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-935571381464038896</id><published>2008-04-10T06:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T06:38:38.928-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Across These Skies ...</title><summary type='text'>I ramble on throughdrought breakfast painthe summer rainin Spring.she, out there out of focus&amp; on the edgedangling like a false, loose diamondcave of coals&amp; winter’s breathi think of Rich &amp; his fastquiet get away on the dharma busall these friends they knew swim in seas of certain doubtsonward through this distasteful fog towards morninghear the gentle hiccup of midnight, the fog rolls out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/935571381464038896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/935571381464038896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/04/across-these-skies.html' title='Across These Skies ...'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-6481242765519574110</id><published>2008-03-18T18:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T18:30:18.625-06:00</updated><title type='text'>our stickam player</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6481242765519574110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6481242765519574110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-stickam-player.html' title='our stickam player'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-1606368424987926523</id><published>2008-03-17T12:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T13:01:04.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Horton Hears MOJO JOJO, THE 100TH MONKEY</title><summary type='text'>For over a year now, as I have gone about my business on YouTube, and MySpace, the best analogy in my mind that I could come up with was "Horton Hears a Who!"And the Universe in its mystical abundance and synchronistic style seems to offer up almost magically at this juncture in history, a movie version of the cartoon and book  I remember seeing and reading  all those years ago, almost as a way </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://youtube.com/joerossi42' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/1606368424987926523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/1606368424987926523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/03/horton-hears-mojo-jojo-100th-monkey.html' title='Horton Hears MOJO JOJO, THE 100TH MONKEY'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8544040079676479469</id><published>2008-02-09T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:54:13.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An American Prayer</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8544040079676479469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8544040079676479469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/02/american-prayer.html' title='An American Prayer'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8545775764466638450</id><published>2008-02-03T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T14:19:24.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The J. Ro Report for February 2008</title><summary type='text'>Wake UP!  It's all 'bout the L O V E!Greetings everyone.  Some of this is a repost from last month. I'll probably use this post as template for quite some time, but I did add some stuff, put up some new videos and poems as well added to my list of the type of people I like to add, which will no doubt grow and expand as times go on!Why I Add People?I sort of feel like I'm creating this fantastic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8545775764466638450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8545775764466638450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2008/02/j-ro-report-for-february-2008.html' title='The J. Ro Report for February 2008'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-7999744669348276671</id><published>2007-12-25T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:50:36.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Four Noble Truths of Buddha</title><summary type='text'>The Four Noble Truths    1. Life means suffering.    2. The origin of suffering is attachment.    3. The cessation of suffering is attainable.    4. The path to the cessation of suffering.         1. Life means suffering.     To live means to suffer, because the human nature is not perfect and neither is the world we live in. During our lifetime,      we inevitably have to endure physical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7999744669348276671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7999744669348276671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/12/four-noble-truths-of-buddha.html' title='The Four Noble Truths of Buddha'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-3835378579262886157</id><published>2007-12-25T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T14:49:19.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Fold Path</title><summary type='text'>    The Noble Eightfold Path                             1. Right View      Wisdom                2. Right Intention                3. Right Speech      Ethical Conduct                4. Right Action                5. Right Livelihood                6. Right Effort      Mental Development                7. Right Mindfulness                8. Right Concentration             The Noble Eightfold </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3835378579262886157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3835378579262886157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/12/8-fold-path.html' title='8 Fold Path'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-7012768775844069776</id><published>2007-12-10T10:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T10:02:18.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7012768775844069776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7012768775844069776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/12/chestnuts-roasting-on-open-fire.html' title='Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-120774024245182457</id><published>2007-12-04T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T16:28:42.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Joe "Deadhead Dylan" Rossi </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/120774024245182457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/120774024245182457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/12/joe-deadhead-dylan-rossi.html' title=''/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4801318707086714998</id><published>2007-12-02T17:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T17:41:23.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless Evel Knievel</title><summary type='text'>god bless Evel Knievel                                                                                god bless Evel Knievelmotorpsycho ragelife on the edgelike Jima man who lived on the outskirts for usdrove his bike to the ridge for uswaved at us, and laughed with usmocked death &amp; tempted fate with us.how ironichow anticlimacticthat he succumb in such a waystill only 69, but his time camenot at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4801318707086714998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4801318707086714998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/12/god-bless-evel-knievel.html' title='God Bless Evel Knievel'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4461559038921865779</id><published>2007-11-19T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:33:15.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep me close to your heart</title><summary type='text'>make custom gifts at Zazzle</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4461559038921865779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4461559038921865779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/11/keep-me-close-to-your-heart.html' title='Keep me close to your heart'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-7950460275251035131</id><published>2007-10-31T10:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:19:52.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious UPS video!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7950460275251035131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7950460275251035131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/10/hilarious-ups-video.html' title='Hilarious UPS video!'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4252387273906491897</id><published>2007-10-27T11:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:34:05.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I ain't gonna work for UPS no more  (to the tune of Dylan's Maggie's Farm)</title><summary type='text'>        I ain't gonna work for UPS no moreI ain't gonna work for UPS no moreWell, I wake up in dead of nightFold my hands and pray for rainI got a head full of ideasBut brown is drivin' me insane.It's a shame the way they had me so damned bored.     I ain't gonna work in the tower no more.No, I ain't gonna work in the tower no moreWell, Leroy hands you letterHe tells you of your crimesHe asks you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4252387273906491897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4252387273906491897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-aint-gonna-work-for-ups-no-more-to.html' title='I ain&apos;t gonna work for UPS no more  (to the tune of Dylan&apos;s Maggie&apos;s Farm)'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-6094496957549933624</id><published>2007-10-22T07:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T07:30:00.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the 60's?</title><summary type='text'>There is a problem with the naïve and simplistic idea that the 60’s are worth returning to. For a lot of people I think the fact that whatever Eden was glimpsed at back then, it became clear to many that paradise is beyond the grasp of the world as it was, when it became clear that too many people will continue to choose to remain asleep and in cycles of suffering and violence.  Optimism gave way</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6094496957549933624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6094496957549933624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-to-60s.html' title='Back to the 60&apos;s?'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-5756504558115127794</id><published>2007-09-08T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:02:42.558-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Last Fling With Decadence &amp; Democracy -- Original CD featuring Sex w/ an Angel</title><summary type='text'>Get a signed limited edition copy of the CD Last Fling w/Decadence and Democracy, a compilation work by me, Joe Rossi AKA Deadhead Dylan &amp; The Desolation Doors, backed by a host of excellent musicians, with songs recorded over the last two decades of the last millenium: live tracks, studio, original American music!Send $10 cash, check or money order and a cool fun letter with your desired mailing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/5756504558115127794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/5756504558115127794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/09/last-fling-with-decadence-democracy.html' title='A Last Fling With Decadence &amp; Democracy -- Original CD featuring Sex w/ an Angel'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-6578114704872067763</id><published>2007-09-03T06:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T06:35:00.619-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Profound Quote re: Eternal Life</title><summary type='text'>One of the better quotes I came across in MySpace said "the trick is not to live forever, but to be able live with yourself forever."  I'm paraphrasing.I always like to use the analogy of the mirror.  When you die, you are handed a mirror. You're fate then is to look into that mirror for all eternity. If you were mean, ugly, hateful, angry, dark and loathsome, well that is what you get to watch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6578114704872067763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6578114704872067763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/09/profound-quote-re-eternal-life.html' title='Profound Quote re: Eternal Life'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-7612481612665843437</id><published>2007-08-07T02:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T07:58:18.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Metaphorical Versus The Literal</title><summary type='text'>It is important to remember that in mythology, and religion; the stories we believe are not literally true, but rather are metaphorically true.  At least that is what I believe.  So while a literal hell does not exist then, there is a metaphorical hell.  Which might be like the difference between going to a hellish place or just watching a movie about hell.There can also be reconciliation between</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7612481612665843437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7612481612665843437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/08/metaphorical-versus-literal.html' title='The Metaphorical Versus The Literal'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-9025803458880170454</id><published>2007-07-20T08:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T08:26:08.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UPS:  erstwhile Hell on Earth</title><summary type='text'>Honestly, UPS has got to be one of the most miserable places one could be employed. Nobody that works here ever seems happy.  All people do all day morning long during work is yell at each other, scream at each other, belittle each other, bag on each other, gripe, scream, complain, bitch &amp; moan.I almost quit today. Well, I tried to walk out.  Clocked out and everything, but my boss stopped me, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/9025803458880170454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/9025803458880170454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/07/ups-erstwhile-hell-on-earth.html' title='UPS:  erstwhile Hell on Earth'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2377437591485441812</id><published>2007-07-16T17:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T17:46:42.182-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello I Love YOU</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2377437591485441812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2377437591485441812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello-i-love-you.html' title='Hello I Love YOU'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8366905055856791229</id><published>2007-07-15T16:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T16:54:59.526-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dylan Morrison</title><summary type='text'>No one is really sure when and how Dylan Morrison became myth and enigma; nobody is even sure really where he comes from. One day he just showed up and it seemed like it was an old story, like an oral tradition, that has just been around since time immemorial.He is a rock and roll legend, some obscure Jack Fate, as he has been before he even went away, into the desert or the woods to study with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8366905055856791229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8366905055856791229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/07/dylan-morrison.html' title='Dylan Morrison'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-9079956807866600155</id><published>2007-07-14T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:01:23.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex w/ An Angel</title><summary type='text'>     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/9079956807866600155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/9079956807866600155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/07/sex-w-angel.html' title='Sex w/ An Angel'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-3239014481220415759</id><published>2007-06-23T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:13:22.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinton/Obama 2008</title><summary type='text'>• Clinton/Obama get the Democratic Party Nomination.• Clinton/Obama clobber two white guys to win the back the Presidency in 2008.• A woman and an African American, two historic firsts.• You got Clinton's experience having being married to commander in chief, and a few terms under her belt at the Senate.  A career politician no doubt but capable enough, and a woman, and intense, intelligent but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3239014481220415759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3239014481220415759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/06/clintonobama-2008.html' title='Clinton/Obama 2008'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4105986055390959407</id><published>2007-06-23T13:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T13:04:19.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Rossi's 2008 Prediction</title><summary type='text'>Clinton/Obama get the Democratic Party Nomination.Clinton/Obama clobber two white guys to win the back the Presidency in 2008.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4105986055390959407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4105986055390959407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/06/joe-rossis-2008-prediction.html' title='Joe Rossi&apos;s 2008 Prediction'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2455715271591589354</id><published>2007-06-08T14:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T07:36:11.234-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambient Music Drifting Down the Grand Canyon</title><summary type='text'>Those who have read Double Down, know how much the Southwest and the Grand Canyon figure in the plot. Watch this video of the Grand Canyon, from the YouTube channel Ambient Music. I love this music, the mood &amp; feel as you go soaring down the canyon!Smooth &amp; coolWind in your hairSandstone, rocks, moods.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=AmbientMusic' title='Ambient Music Drifting Down the Grand Canyon'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2455715271591589354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2455715271591589354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/06/ambient-music-drifting-down-grand.html' title='Ambient Music Drifting Down the Grand Canyon'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2504895349087587023</id><published>2007-06-08T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T14:32:29.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Kozmic Avenues: A Online Tribal Community</title><summary type='text'>This was the site begun by Skye when the Doors shut down their off topic message board, The Severed Garden.  Just a growing community of hipsters, classic rock fans, and artist/spiritual types.  Come on over and say hello.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.kozmicavenues.com' title='Kozmic Avenues: A Online Tribal Community'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2504895349087587023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2504895349087587023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/06/kozmic-avenues-online-tribal-community.html' title='Kozmic Avenues: A Online Tribal Community'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2890957960930189677</id><published>2007-06-06T15:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T15:25:00.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Atomic US3000 Mystery Science Theater</title><summary type='text'>I'm still not sure what's going on here, but this woman is one of a kind. She spins her stuff on YouTube, but this woman is seriously funny.  We mean like:  Lucy Ball, Carol Burnett, Tracy Ullman type genius.  And those eyes!Here is I'm Watching You --from Karlaland</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=MrsAtomicUs5000' title='Mrs. Atomic US3000 Mystery Science Theater'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2890957960930189677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2890957960930189677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/06/mrs-atomic-us3000-mystery-science.html' title='Mrs. Atomic US3000 Mystery Science Theater'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-5101189508456084343</id><published>2007-06-06T05:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T05:09:14.535-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I see dead people (messages from God)</title><summary type='text'>I get messages from God.  Yep. You heard right. On my way to work, or throughout the day, I drive past the marquees of quite a few churches.  Often times it just may be a nugget of wisdom that could easily be at home in any faith or scripture.  Scraps of New Testament wisdom that could be home in the Tao Te Ching, or vice versa. Or there’s the local mosque with its never changing assertion:  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/5101189508456084343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/5101189508456084343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-see-dead-people-messages-from-god.html' title='I see dead people (messages from God)'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-566667034985697283</id><published>2007-06-05T06:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T06:51:17.485-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Why of Violence in the Mideast and here in America</title><summary type='text'>What kind of person beheads another man like Daniel Pearl or Nick Berg?What kind of person blows himself up killing countless innocent strangers as well?What kind of person kills fellow students before turning the gun on themselves?Surely they must come from so cold a world where such actions and reactions are nothing out of the ordinary and viewed as cathartic justifiable in light of their own “</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/566667034985697283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/566667034985697283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-of-violence-in-mideast-and-here-in.html' title='The Why of Violence in the Mideast and here in America'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-863653578943108689</id><published>2007-06-04T07:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:01:43.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Road Trip Summer 2007</title><summary type='text'>Road Trip Summer of 2007Tentative plans to road trip August 3rd through August 12th the Midwest and Rust Belt on into East via Pennsylvania to NYC. With our GPS and a rental car, laptop and an acoustic guitar,  we plan to visit • St. Louis• Chicago• Cincinnati• Philadelphia• New York CitySo stay tuned!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/863653578943108689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/863653578943108689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/06/possible-road-trip-summer-2007.html' title='Possible Road Trip Summer 2007'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-6948886165449556879</id><published>2007-06-04T07:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:00:43.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Together Summer 2007</title><summary type='text'>Get together in the summer of 2007Joseph Campbell emphasizes the importance of ritual and ceremony.  By participating in everything from church or temple to rock concerts, Halloween parties, marathons, sporting events we are participating in myths, and doing something to enhance and define our social connections with each other and with the cosmos. To that end, I intend to start doing something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6948886165449556879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6948886165449556879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/06/get-together-summer-2007.html' title='Get Together Summer 2007'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-3219974165017549151</id><published>2007-04-27T15:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T10:00:29.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Last Fling With Decadence &amp; Democracy -- Original CD featuring Sex w/ an Angel</title><summary type='text'>Get a signed limited edition copy of the CD Last Fling w/Decadence and Democracy ... a compilation work by me, joe rossi, backed by a host of excellent musicans, with songs recorded over the last two decades of the last millenium: live tracks, studio, tracks, original america music!Send $10 cash, check or money order and a cool fun letter with your desired mailing address to  PO Box 685313Austin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3219974165017549151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3219974165017549151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/04/last-fling-cd-for-sale-sizzling-summer.html' title='A Last Fling With Decadence &amp; Democracy -- Original CD featuring Sex w/ an Angel'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-6790354736379638341</id><published>2007-04-21T22:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T05:19:02.294-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6790354736379638341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6790354736379638341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/04/grace-add-to-my-profile-more-videos.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-117845353347091825</id><published>2007-04-16T16:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T16:38:09.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>random notes on a dark blood day</title><summary type='text'>in wasted scenes of dreams&amp; backward screams of children playdogs are obeying, inner voices to play ballshouts outside the windowt.v. rambles onmore die today as hatred fires another volleytime tock tick tock ...the thing then is to deal with it, because this shit is going to happen.you're going to have your tsuamni's and you're going to have your pscyhos going postalyou're going to have your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/117845353347091825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/117845353347091825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-notes-on-dark-blood-day.html' title='random notes on a dark blood day'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8013918581289370926</id><published>2007-04-08T09:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T14:51:01.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin Siegel, Jame Hall and NEXTEL:  Partners in CRIME!</title><summary type='text'>Justin Siegel and Jamie Hall are a pair of crooks as far as I am concerned.  My wife inadvertantly signed up for some chat service on her nextel,  and now NEXTEL, their willing accomplice in corporate theft refuse to stop billing us monthly on behalf on jsmart technologies, which was started by slimeballs Justin Siegel and Jamie Hall, who cannot be contacted, and NEXTEL  does not seem to know how</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.jsmart.com/jsmart/html/feedback1.jsp?source=JSmart' title='Justin Siegel, Jame Hall and NEXTEL:  Partners in CRIME!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8013918581289370926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8013918581289370926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/04/justin-siegel-jame-hall-and-nextel_08.html' title='Justin Siegel, Jame Hall and NEXTEL:  Partners in CRIME!'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-7023283023219548101</id><published>2007-04-01T11:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:56:21.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wandering, wandering wonderall ....</title><summary type='text'>Wandering, wandering wonderall ....            &lt;!-- / icon and title --&gt;         &lt;!-- message --&gt;   the highwaythe road less travelledjack kerouacimages conjured of hitchhiking sojourns into an American Nightstill the day may arriveI'll wander these broken dream highways into the Eastthrough the Plains, &amp; the Ohio Valleysthrough Mississipi &amp; stretches of AppalachinsPennsylvania, Upstate New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7023283023219548101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7023283023219548101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/04/wandering-wandering-wonderall.html' title='Wandering, wandering wonderall ....'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-6954840612367132965</id><published>2007-04-01T11:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:55:51.822-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us Ride ...</title><summary type='text'>et us ride such swift &amp; surging currentsinto the future, drips like paint from ragged cloudburst skieslet us script words&amp; then poisoned pens, we let it flyinto your maelstrom, city night she begins w/ horns &amp; voicesin the nightso cool &amp; smooth &amp; w/ elegant aplombapproach the podium caress the speaker glib &amp; wiredinto sunsets, frames &amp; frozen fantasiesof log cabins, rolled in stone, &amp; gypsy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6954840612367132965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/6954840612367132965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-us-ride_01.html' title='Let Us Ride ...'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-1443990917178235368</id><published>2007-04-01T11:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T11:55:36.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us Ride ...</title><summary type='text'>et us ride such swift &amp; surging currentsinto the future, drips like paint from ragged cloudburst skieslet us script words&amp; then poisoned pens, we let it flyinto your maelstrom, city night she begins w/ horns &amp; voicesin the nightso cool &amp; smooth &amp; w/ elegant aplombapproach the podium caress the speaker glib &amp; wiredinto sunsets, frames &amp; frozen fantasiesof log cabins, rolled in stone, &amp; gypsy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/1443990917178235368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/1443990917178235368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/04/let-us-ride.html' title='Let Us Ride ...'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8591098851670155648</id><published>2007-03-19T01:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T01:51:03.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vast Left Wing Conspiracy</title><summary type='text'>If you listen to Rush Limbaugh there is a vast left wing conspiracy to concoct among scientists this far fetched foolish notion that somehow human generated greenhouse gases are causing global warming in order to bring down America!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8591098851670155648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8591098851670155648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/03/vast-left-wing-conspiracy.html' title='A Vast Left Wing Conspiracy'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-4818521592350245476</id><published>2007-03-17T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:25:03.341-06:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. Kiss The Duchess For Me -- Autographed</title><summary type='text'>"&gt;But it now using your credit card or paypal account!orSend $15 check, cash or order tojoe rossipo box 685313austin tx 78768</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4818521592350245476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/4818521592350245476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/03/ps-kiss-duchess-for-me-autographed.html' title='P.S. Kiss The Duchess For Me -- Autographed'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/RfyvHE3g_rI/AAAAAAAAADk/SRuqaR9jE38/s72-c/duchcov.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8799817402368683233</id><published>2007-03-09T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:45:29.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Crystal Ship</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8799817402368683233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8799817402368683233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/03/crystal-ship.html' title='The Crystal Ship'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8419782670644246147</id><published>2007-03-09T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T17:44:33.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dead Head Parking Lot</title><summary type='text'>And so it comes about I have a blog now that represents the grateful dead parking lot in the hey day of the boys ... lots of stickers, trippy stuff, garage sale stuff.  Want to also do a scrap book blogwith all this interesting stuff I've collected.....stay tuned into the madnesswe roll at dawn</summary><link rel='related' href='http://deadheadparkinglot.blogspot.com/' title='The Dead Head Parking Lot'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8419782670644246147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8419782670644246147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/03/dead-head-parking-lot.html' title='The Dead Head Parking Lot'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2020282465951121611</id><published>2007-03-04T10:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:09:49.991-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Founding Fathers</title><summary type='text'>In Chapter One of Founding Fathers, author and historian Stephen E. Ambrose discusses the character, achievements, and short-comings of several of the founding fathers, with an emphasis on George Washington and Thomas Jefferson.  The first and third Presidents, respectively, these men are singled out not only for their prominence, but for the fact that such icons and champions of liberty were in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2020282465951121611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2020282465951121611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/03/founding-fathers.html' title='The Founding Fathers'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-5889651971340727979</id><published>2007-02-19T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T07:23:03.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>American Misfit</title><summary type='text'>Misfit powerDavid against the giant empirethe rebellion of the sons against the fatheris an old, old story(Norman Brown.)mayhem in the coloniesMutiny on the bountiesThe mouse that roarsThe elephant that bucklesThe shot that is slungThe ogre sinks to his kneesAnd vanishes into the groundThe copter crashes into the jungleThe death star blown to kingdom comeThe empire falters, the imperial army </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/5889651971340727979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/5889651971340727979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/02/american-misfit.html' title='American Misfit'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-654547699784113954</id><published>2007-02-17T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T15:21:04.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Her Like The Rain</title><summary type='text'>She's like a cloud floating across the skyFall in love with herAnd you will never ever dieAnd I love her, love her like the rainAnd I love her, love her like the rainShe's like a dream, floating downstreamFloating away, up into the skyAnd I love her, love her like the rainAnd I love her, love her like the rainForest princess Queen of the living earthShe's the light, she's the air, and treesShe's </summary><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/profile?user=looseconnection' title='Love Her Like The Rain'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/654547699784113954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/654547699784113954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-her-like-rain.html' title='Love Her Like The Rain'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-3380973343305761037</id><published>2007-02-16T06:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T06:19:41.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of War &amp; Peace</title><summary type='text'>Somehow I wandered out of Los Angeles.I was born in 63.The year that they killed Kennedy.3 years later we were in a war&amp; still don’t know what we were fighting for.Somehow I wondered as I wandered into the Doors, post Van Halen &amp; the usual ego driven high school trips AWOL &amp; scribbling notebooks like Harriet the Spy. Somehow I drifted into Austin for the turn of the century unrealized Y2K mayhem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3380973343305761037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/3380973343305761037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/02/of-war-peace.html' title='Of War &amp; Peace'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2428273375520659279</id><published>2007-02-05T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:33:34.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Prayers</title><summary type='text'>Rolling down the 210 en route to the SierrasStirs quaint &amp; not so dear memories on this open roadFriends faraway &amp; friends fallen into the long soft nightWhere Weisman roams, in the hills overlooking GlendaleFurther farther still, Sylmar beckons just beyond the blood soaked streetsWhere Rodney King grimaced, twitched beneath the batons of L.A.'s finest.Skalestky's brood up against the mountain, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2428273375520659279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2428273375520659279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/02/road-prayers.html' title='Road Prayers'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-141148670589022166</id><published>2007-02-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T11:05:33.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casino gambling indians chumash'/><title type='text'>Pale Moon Above the Chumash Nation</title><summary type='text'>pale moon hangs dreamilyover the the Happy Valleypeers through the thin cloudsabove the wet forest nightThe Chumash take the white man's wagerspetty payback for pestilence paststill the land is young, &amp; the earth still spinninginto the future, the Sovereign sing.Billy Jack lives in the caves nearbyholds for the radical chic 60's idealismknowing peace &amp; love now that is all well &amp; goodbut still </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.chumashcasino.com/' title='Pale Moon Above the Chumash Nation'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/141148670589022166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/141148670589022166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/02/pale-moon-above-chumash-nation.html' title='Pale Moon Above the Chumash Nation'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-7118234047542940542</id><published>2007-01-27T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T09:09:13.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainflower</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/profile?user=looseconnection' title='Brainflower'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7118234047542940542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7118234047542940542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/01/brainflower.html' title='Brainflower'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-921485743834845886</id><published>2007-01-13T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T13:52:19.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>notes from rainy saturday 1/13</title><summary type='text'>Notes from a rainy day     Where are the flagellants  To ward off this next wave     Birds down under fall from the sky  Along Congress   Ave,  Austin TX a scene repeated.     Ticking forwards towards come what may  A bright new future or just a large mass grave?     They dragged the Semites to their Pyres  On Valentines Day.     They flew planes into buildings;  Cursed tyrants  on the gallows.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/921485743834845886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/921485743834845886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/01/notes-from-rainy-saturday-113.html' title='notes from rainy saturday 1/13'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-753814896956622284</id><published>2007-01-11T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:10:58.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't we already win this war?</title><summary type='text'>Let's see:  the reasons for going to war were pretty much 1) WMDS  and 2) regime change.  Seeing how there are clearly no WMDs in the country, Saddam is history as are his sons, as well as is noted terrorist Al Zarqawi, how is it that we haven't already won?If we're going to define winning as when all these people learn to play nice and fair we're going to be there for a long, long time. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/753814896956622284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/753814896956622284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/01/didnt-we-already-win-this-war.html' title='Didn&apos;t we already win this war?'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8506003856665120366</id><published>2007-01-11T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T10:01:00.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A definition of Evil</title><summary type='text'>Evil is ignorant selfishness.  Good is enlightened selflessness.I am going to make some generalizations, so keep in mind, I am well aware there are exceptions to every rule, and nothing is black and white, or clear cut &amp; dry.I would define evil as unenlightened selfishness, which is a result of ignorance. Therefore, and quite ironically, I have concluded that as far as people go, the most evil </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8506003856665120366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8506003856665120366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/01/definition-of-evil.html' title='A definition of Evil'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-7213154216960015213</id><published>2007-01-03T06:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T06:59:54.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death of a Tyrant</title><summary type='text'>Central to Buddhism is the idea of compassion and not just compassion for the needy or the infirm but compassion for all living beings who are suffering due to the conditions of their life.  You find this sentiment in most religions.I believe that when Jesus said “You do it unto the least of me, you’ve done it to me,” he just wasn’t talking just about the poor or crippled, but the morally </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7213154216960015213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/7213154216960015213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2007/01/death-of-tyrant.html' title='Death of a Tyrant'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2047953725371726895</id><published>2006-12-27T07:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-28T10:40:34.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The death of a president ...</title><summary type='text'>The death of Gerald Ford takes me back, back to the early 1970s and my own nascent awareness. I was 11 years old.I remember the day Nixon resigned. I remember standing in the breezeway of our house; my mother coming outside urging myself and my friends like Bob Hezlep to come in and watch T.V.; that Nixon was resigning. I and my friends could care less.I remember perhaps a year earlier, I had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2047953725371726895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2047953725371726895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/12/death-of-president.html' title='The death of a president ...'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8576404689172344485</id><published>2006-12-21T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T06:47:04.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun bursts upon A Blue Breaking Sky</title><summary type='text'>Blue breaks spreads outAmazing morning sky, tawnyRobust with promiseGlorious with sun curling orange &amp; redScreaming into a new dayRages this first day of DecemberInto the moment foreverNow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8576404689172344485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8576404689172344485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/12/sun-bursts-upon-blue-breaking-sky.html' title='Sun bursts upon A Blue Breaking Sky'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-8041943795517603383</id><published>2006-12-14T04:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:15:40.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the TV dads are dying</title><summary type='text'>All the TV dads are dyingMorty Seinfield &amp; this Christian monkAre now to be rememberedDoting fatherly upon this sitcom season's fall from Grace. These words a prelude ina requiem for TommySweet Tommy quiet TommyIn the field where he liesAll of us would drive byWondering where he wasHe was there all the time. Waiting for angels from up high in the skyHe would lie there for daysHaving simply laid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8041943795517603383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/8041943795517603383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-tv-dads-are-dying.html' title='All the TV dads are dying'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-2648343756290713854</id><published>2006-11-24T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:55:39.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realms of hell in the mideast</title><summary type='text'>These are the realms of the hell beings The miserable streets, &amp; dry desert air Home to anger, hatred, fear Dust in the street, &amp; blood everywhere.  Do they not see Not Mohammed Not Buddha Nor Christ nor Yaweh Nor angelic hosts Stir in their midst Only Satanic hatred Born in the yoke of religion.  False gods of every hue under the sun.  The male ego fever fears The other, others, groups, finds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2648343756290713854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/2648343756290713854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/11/realms-of-hell-in-mideast.html' title='Realms of hell in the mideast'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116429623567851652</id><published>2006-11-23T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T09:20:47.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flower Children</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116429623567851652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116429623567851652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/11/flower-children.html' title='Flower Children'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116423878915628870</id><published>2006-11-22T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:39:49.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus was framed!</title><summary type='text'>Framed into stained glass mosaics &amp; story-tellingNailed onto the CrossAnd history.Ancient wise Jewish saint of circumstanceBuddha in a white robeRoaming PalestineW/vagabonds &amp; virginal MaryMagdelenasI ponder your intent as others put words in your mouthBask in the hypocrisy of the Bible beltway south.Sweet nomadic soul in the land of the distant sunWho can fathom the mystery of your being set so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116423878915628870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116423878915628870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/11/jesus-was-framed.html' title='Jesus was framed!'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116344594569874508</id><published>2006-11-13T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T12:26:01.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slip sliding highway blues</title><summary type='text'>Who can roll forwardWith out any of this melancholy blueWhen even simple songs &amp; melodies remind us of friends no longer livingOr friends no longer caring that we careIn the crisp nascent November airIt might be Jerry GarciaOr just a soundalike singerOn a radiator xylophoneStirring sounds of memories&amp; a yearning for familiar faces In a sea of alienation w/No direction homeAs I slip on down the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116344594569874508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116344594569874508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/11/slip-sliding-highway-blues.html' title='Slip sliding highway blues'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116317843387486755</id><published>2006-11-10T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:07:14.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slouching towards Disneyland </title><summary type='text'>On the outside hereRattled &amp; ruffledscorned and shunnedShouted down, shut outStanding still while on theRunBut its ok I am right where I need to be.Who knows me the warm ghost of historyThe silent soul who lurks belowEvery conscious momentLike a window or a hole.Within the walls o' foreverThe mechanical way the world dances forward flowing faster stillInto a Kingdom already at handWaiting in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116317843387486755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116317843387486755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/11/slouching-towards-disneyland_10.html' title='Slouching towards Disneyland '/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116317604636975756</id><published>2006-11-10T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T09:27:27.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slouching towards Disneyland </title><summary type='text'>On the outside hereRattled &amp; ruffledscorned and shunnedShouted down, shut outStanding still while on theRunBut its ok I am right where I need to be.Who knows me the warm ghost of historyThe silent soul who lurks belowEvery conscious momentLike a window or a hole.Within the walls o' foreverThe mechanical way the world dances forward flowing faster stillInto a Kingdom already at handWaiting in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116317604636975756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116317604636975756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/11/slouching-towards-disneyland.html' title='Slouching towards Disneyland '/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116306843887849617</id><published>2006-11-09T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T03:34:03.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eye of God</title><summary type='text'>This is an MMS message.    2006 Sprint Nextel. All rights reserved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116306843887849617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116306843887849617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/11/eye-of-god.html' title='The Eye of God'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116302539042301430</id><published>2006-11-08T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:36:30.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senorita (Big Mike</title><summary type='text'>This man is my brother in law. I love this shit.  This is Big Mike &amp; Senorita!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116302539042301430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116302539042301430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/11/senorita-big-mike.html' title='Senorita (Big Mike'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116225523812507312</id><published>2006-10-30T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:25:28.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caves &amp; Myths</title><summary type='text'>The unintended consequences of well meaning martyrs, visionaries, saints  Myths of ignorance in the cave of dreams Plato's caveJung's collective sea of unconcious archetypesChurches, temples, gardens, graves.Sweet Jesus Christ no longerHere or CampbellWord mastersMyth playersMusic of the spheresI am reading about myself learning from within myself.All around myselfClues to the mysteryAbound.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116225523812507312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116225523812507312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/10/caves-myths.html' title='Caves &amp; Myths'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116190408398257764</id><published>2006-10-26T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T07:28:12.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies, samsara, and the beat goes on</title><summary type='text'>Somewhere inbetween Joseph Campbell and my Algebra class, here at UPS erstwhile hell on earth.  It's in these rare moments, thriving on new knowledge in old forms, that I am most peaceful, when I am learning and reading, challenging my mind.Truth is as I flounder around in my negative emotions I realize I have no business feeling sorry for myself or expecting a pity party from anyone else.I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116190408398257764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116190408398257764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/10/apologies-samsara-and-beat-goes-on.html' title='Apologies, samsara, and the beat goes on'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116167063690256810</id><published>2006-10-24T00:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T14:52:53.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not enough music in my life</title><summary type='text'>whatever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116167063690256810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116167063690256810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/10/not-enough-music-in-my-life.html' title='Not enough music in my life'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116160092916307939</id><published>2006-10-23T04:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T04:55:29.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange fires</title><summary type='text'>I am. Strange fire.You. Me. Us let's do this thing. Overcome great distance. Space and time. I am reading Joseph Campbell again. We only have now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116160092916307939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116160092916307939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/10/strange-fires.html' title='Strange fires'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116147335259682586</id><published>2006-10-21T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:29:12.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dalai Rossi</title><summary type='text'>This is an MMS message.  Enlightenment now! Ask me how.   2006 Sprint Nextel. All rights reserved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116147335259682586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116147335259682586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/10/dalai-rossi.html' title='The Dalai Rossi'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116147313485136954</id><published>2006-10-21T17:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:25:35.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joe Rossi report</title><summary type='text'>This is an MMS message.    2006 Sprint Nextel. All rights reserved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116147313485136954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116147313485136954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/10/joe-rossi-report.html' title='Joe Rossi report'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116140412926066486</id><published>2006-10-20T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:15:32.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexia wants to get in on the game!</title><summary type='text'>This is an MMS message.    2006 Sprint Nextel. All rights reserved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116140412926066486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116140412926066486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/10/alexia-wants-to-get-in-on-game.html' title='Alexia wants to get in on the game!'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116140361811023386</id><published>2006-10-20T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T22:13:24.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick inside the Blogosphere with the Mobile Blues Again</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116140361811023386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116140361811023386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/10/stick-inside-blogosphere-with-mobile.html' title='Stick inside the Blogosphere with the Mobile Blues Again'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-116140170304151224</id><published>2006-10-20T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:37:42.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christina Grace Rossi</title><summary type='text'>Born October 5, at 10:14 P.M.  Weighing 7 lbs 4 OZ.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116140170304151224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/116140170304151224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/10/christina-grace-rossi.html' title='Christina Grace Rossi'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-115886385175935595</id><published>2006-09-21T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T12:37:31.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>why do they call it Rush Hour?</title><summary type='text'>Ever wonder why they call it rush hour?  How many people you actually see rushing during rush hour.  They should probably call it “crawl hour”  or “creep hour”  or start and stop hour.Ever see those Progressive Commericals where they say, and I paraphrase, if we treat you that good while you’re shopping for car insurance, just imagine how we treat you once you’re a customer.  Bonk.  Wrong answer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115886385175935595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115886385175935595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/09/why-do-they-call-it-rush-hour.html' title='why do they call it Rush Hour?'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-115781986304329005</id><published>2006-09-09T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T10:50:35.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Presenting Pam Rasada, David Osti, Old Classmates, &amp; YouTubing!</title><summary type='text'>Back in 1991 or so, when the Presenters were doing their thing, and I had written Sex w/An Angel, Pamela Rasada briefly joined Loose Connection and contributed some gorgeous background vocals to Sex W/An Angel.  So out of the blue she dropped me a line, and we've been playing catch up, and connecting the loose connections.David Osti has a new website: http://www.davidosti.com Check out him </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/profile?user=looseconnection' title='Presenting Pam Rasada, David Osti, Old Classmates, &amp; YouTubing!'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115781986304329005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115781986304329005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/09/presenting-pam-rasada-david-osti-old.html' title='Presenting Pam Rasada, David Osti, Old Classmates, &amp; YouTubing!'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-115764579057745190</id><published>2006-09-07T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T10:21:54.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Somebody  By Van Zant (Featuring Jerry Rossi)</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115764579057745190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115764579057745190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/09/help-somebody-by-van-zant-featuring.html' title='Help Somebody  By Van Zant (Featuring Jerry Rossi)'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-115746209476756452</id><published>2006-09-05T07:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T07:14:54.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This strange dance</title><summary type='text'>is life not a strange dance we playfrom the moment of our birth till they lower us in our gravefrom nothing to pure nothingrage about for the better part of a centurytasting, smelling, seeing, believing, speakingsuccumbing finally to the pull of time &amp; natureback into the dust from whence rose your momentary famea soul to be reckoned with on this 3D planea person who walked down streets w/ no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115746209476756452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115746209476756452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-strange-dance.html' title='This strange dance'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-115678910560070378</id><published>2006-08-28T12:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:18:25.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock &amp; Roll Socks:  The Video</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='related' href='http://youtube.com/profile?user=looseconnection' title='Rock &amp; Roll Socks:  The Video'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115678910560070378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115678910560070378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/08/rock-roll-socks-video.html' title='Rock &amp; Roll Socks:  The Video'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13242886.post-115635989699498492</id><published>2006-08-23T12:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T13:45:31.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Michele Bauer's Trip to the Chapel</title><summary type='text'>Remembering, wondering whatever came of Michele Bauer.  She had married Walter Mattheau's son, whom she meet kind of via me, via Greg Davis, whose Dad, the late oil tycoon who bought Fox back in the early 1980's I believe.. maybe it was just the studios, or I don't' know?!? I know or think I know that it is now owned by Rupert Murdoch.But that's not my point.  Greg was my roomie for a short time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115635989699498492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13242886/posts/default/115635989699498492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joerossireport.blogspot.com/2006/08/michele-bauers-trip-to-chapel.html' title='Michele Bauer&apos;s Trip to the Chapel'/><author><name>joe rossi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17915236857897534191</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0hP58ejeOtQ/Snb6F-a4DVI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Orzm3fl_dY0/S220/joe1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
