<?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-19740239</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:10:59.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason Stevenson</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog for the website of Jason Stevenson, a writer and editor living in Lancaster, PA - www.jasonstevenson.net</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-7051630100904659457</id><published>2010-07-19T17:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T17:49:08.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Learned About the Bible</title><summary type='text'>Earlier this summer I found a Reader's Digest guide to biblical history at a book sale. Called Great People of the Bible and How They Lived, this coffee-table sized book gives a clear and comprehensive back-story to the Bible from Abraham the Patriarch to Paul to Evangelizer. How were the Canaanites different from the Philistines? How many times did Paul get beaten to a pulp on his missionary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/7051630100904659457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/7051630100904659457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-i-learned-about-bible.html' title='What I Learned About the Bible'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-8415113377643590999</id><published>2010-05-04T10:31:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:46:39.554-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last month I submitted a letter to the editor, but Lancaster newspaper has so far declined to print it. The letter questions why Lancaster General Health doesn't provide domestic partner benefits for its employees--and suggests that it is placing itself at a competitive disadvantage by not doing so. Here is the text of the letter:Dear Editor:Lancaster General already dominates county healthcare, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/8415113377643590999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/8415113377643590999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2010/05/last-month-i-submitted-letter-to-editor.html' title=''/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-7303436079885138794</id><published>2009-11-18T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:05:22.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No taxation without...</title><summary type='text'>Early this November the Senate decided to ignore an attempt by Sen. David Vitter (R-LA) and Sen. Bob Bennett (R-UT) to add questions pertaining to citizenship and immigration status to the 2010 U.S. census. Including these new questions well after the questionnaire had been finalized would not only cost millions of dollars, but would likely decrease participation by legal immigrants and refugees.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/7303436079885138794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/7303436079885138794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-taxation-without.html' title='No taxation without...'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-2329890835298153097</id><published>2009-06-18T10:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:53:35.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter published in the Lancaster Intelligencer-Journal, June 18th</title><summary type='text'>Dear Editor,Before the debate over health care reform spins out of control, let's make it personal. Ask yourself: 'What is my health care like?'If you have employer-based health insurance--as 62 percent of Americans do--how much have your monthly premiums and co-pays risen in recent years? Here's a hint: They've nearly doubled the rate of inflation, and they'll keep going up. If you buy your own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2329890835298153097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2329890835298153097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-published-in-lancaster.html' title='Letter published in the Lancaster Intelligencer-Journal, June 18th'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-8964757109543566883</id><published>2009-06-05T16:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T17:05:36.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All modern speeches owe their greatness to one source</title><summary type='text'>And that would be Lincoln's Gettysburg Address. No other speech is as recognizable for its clarity, strength, and symbolism as Lincoln's two-minute homily from 1863. That's why so many politicians like to borrow words, phrases, and even the cadence from that speech. Heck, even I used it as the basis for my campaign talk while running for National Honor Society president in high school. And it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/8964757109543566883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/8964757109543566883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-modern-speeches-owe-their-greatness.html' title='All modern speeches owe their greatness to one source'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-2921118966387481603</id><published>2009-02-09T19:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T09:12:48.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you hear the one about ol' Abe?</title><summary type='text'>A newspaper article I recently read quoted a New Yorker article that claimed more than 15,000 books have been written about Abraham Lincoln, our country's 16th president and original log-cabin hero. In the next week there likely will be 15,000 new articles (and perhaps a few more books) written about Lincoln as the 200th anniversary of this birth arrives on February 12th. Of the millions of words</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2921118966387481603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2921118966387481603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-you-hear-one-about-ol-abe.html' title='Did you hear the one about ol&apos; Abe?'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-7186301905718245146</id><published>2008-10-03T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T11:40:45.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McCain's hero worship?</title><summary type='text'>Dick Cheney = low. General David Petraeus = high. Wall Street bailout = low. Main Street rescue package = high. Political buzz words often have numbers attached to them. Not dollars and cents numbers, but approval/disapproval numbers. Because Dick Cheney's popularity rating is in the low double-digits, you'll see more Democrats than Republicans mentioning the Veep by name. He's a political third </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/7186301905718245146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/7186301905718245146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2008/10/mccains-hero-worship.html' title='McCain&apos;s hero worship?'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-3446300326299980007</id><published>2008-07-05T09:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T15:06:59.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Obama's Nigerian 419 problem</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever received that email forward about Jay Leno's monologue on America's greatness? What about the one that claims funding for Sesame Street and NPR is under threat in Congress? And then there's the famous $250 Nieman-Marcus cookie recipe.Like a deal that sounds too good to be true, 99 percent of all email forwards (and all three of the above examples) are completely false. And yet, just</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3446300326299980007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3446300326299980007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2008/07/obamas-nigerian-419-problem.html' title='Obama&apos;s Nigerian 419 problem'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-205407694616834390</id><published>2008-04-13T10:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T11:00:42.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keen on the Keystone State</title><summary type='text'>I am moving east again. In four weeks I will load up my trusty Subaru, and cut across a few local roads to merge onto I-76-East. And then drive. By now it's a routine. Eight months ago I put the rolling farm roads of Pennsylvania in my rear-view mirror as I drove west to Boulder.  And 16 months before that I watched the smudged caps of the Sangre de Cristo peaks disappear behind me as I left New </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/205407694616834390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/205407694616834390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2008/04/keen-on-keystone-state.html' title='Keen on the Keystone State'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-2219480719668896606</id><published>2008-03-06T10:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T10:39:49.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally finding HMAS Sydney</title><summary type='text'>Last week a search began that is 67 years in the making. In late November 1941 the Australian cruiser HMAS Sydney battled the German raider HSK Kormoran off the west coast of Australia. Both ships sank. All 645 men from the Sydney disappeared, while 341 of the Kormoran's crew of 390 were rescued. The resulting mystery has endured for more than six decades: Why did all of the Australians vanish, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2219480719668896606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2219480719668896606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-finding-hmas-sydney.html' title='Finally finding HMAS Sydney'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-4815881035012611232</id><published>2008-02-18T20:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T21:18:39.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Crazy Horse</title><summary type='text'>I'm nearing the end of a remarkable book that tells history like I've never read it before. It narrates the life story of Crazy Horse, the Lakota warrior whose life played out at the sunset of the traditional Plains Indian culture. Sure, I knew his name. Most Americans do. But did I know who Crazy Horse really was? Did I believe he actually lived? Or was he like some man transformed by myth, like</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/4815881035012611232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/4815881035012611232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2008/02/reading-crazy-horse.html' title='Reading Crazy Horse'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-4379753037061021425</id><published>2007-12-24T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T12:29:50.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's get native</title><summary type='text'>I love the history of words and their meanings. Big word people call it semantics, but I think of it as word-sleuthing. I love that Shakespeare introduced hundreds of new words into popular English like "articulate" and "befriend," and how Lincoln employed the simple joiners of "that" and "here" to ground his famous, short speech in the soil of Gettysburg. I love that the right words can make a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/4379753037061021425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/4379753037061021425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-get-native.html' title='Let&apos;s get native'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-1948601098187041152</id><published>2007-12-16T12:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T15:11:13.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taped magazines</title><summary type='text'>No, not the kind of magazines you read. I'm referring to the magazines full of bullets. The next time you see a photo of rebels or militia fighters from the Caucuses, central Africa, or the Middle East, look closely at the ammunition magazines clipped into the underside of their assault rifles. Most likely you will see two clips taped together, top to bottom (see photo at left).A recent Men's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/1948601098187041152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/1948601098187041152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/12/taped-magazines.html' title='Taped magazines'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cTGeIaD_eXw/R2VjGQPoGyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/IOGbb48RmGQ/s72-c/TapedMags.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-5132812533566290787</id><published>2007-11-15T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T10:27:35.767-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oil on my mind</title><summary type='text'>At some point in the future--perhaps in my lifetime--oil will become more like gold. Both are commodities, but the rarity of precious metals makes us treat them differently.We buy gold at jewelry shops, which have thick glass windows and complex security systems. Gold is decorative, symbolic, and used in tiny amounts to enable certain electronics to function. Gold is a status symbol, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/5132812533566290787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/5132812533566290787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/11/oil-on-my-mind.html' title='Oil on my mind'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-549191488719791135</id><published>2007-10-09T10:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:26:35.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Meacham op-ed echoes Lincoln's logic from Cooper Union speech</title><summary type='text'>Jon Meacham, the editor of Newsweek and serious scholar of America's Founding Fathers, wrote a terrific op-ed in Sunday's New York Times. His essay, titled, "A Nation of Christians is Not a Christian Nation," poked lethal holes in the old-line evangelical belief that the United States was founded as an expressly Christian country. When I think of that claim, this famous painting of Gen. George </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/549191488719791135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/549191488719791135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/10/jon-meacham-op-ed-echoes-lincolns-logic.html' title='Jon Meacham op-ed echoes Lincoln&apos;s logic from Cooper Union speech'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-814609303516321110</id><published>2007-09-25T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:49:02.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight on "The War"  - The fight for Monte Cassino</title><summary type='text'>Before heading to Edinburgh, Scotland for a year of graduate school, I knew I needed a primer in Continental Europe. So I left New Jersey on a one-way flight to Rome, and set out on a 30-day tour of central and western Europe. Early in this journey I visited the Italian city of Cassino and the famous Benedictine monastery that crowns a peak overlooking the town. Why Cassino? Because this town and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/814609303516321110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/814609303516321110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/09/tonight-on-war-fight-for-monte-cassino.html' title='Tonight on &quot;The War&quot;  - The fight for Monte Cassino'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-3967506173738539019</id><published>2007-08-18T08:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T09:43:07.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Literature for the road</title><summary type='text'>The morning I drove away from Emmaus I checked out two books on CD from the local library to accompany me on this trip. Cormac McCarthy's No Country for Old Men, and Truman Capote's In Cold Blood. I suspected but did not realize how much these two books take place on the ribbon highways of the American West, and a felt a certain kinship with some of the characters as I checked into motels and ate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3967506173738539019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3967506173738539019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/08/literature-for-road.html' title='Literature for the road'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-6577129316927166617</id><published>2007-08-12T23:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:09:44.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1723.6 Miles</title><summary type='text'>That's the distance between by current and future home, and what I'll be adding to my Subaru's odometer before next Sunday night. After 16 months of living down the street from an Italian restaurant with an unbeatable recipe for Buffalo Chicken Pizza, I'll be leaving Emmaus, PA for a spot on the front step of the Front Range in Boulder, CO. I never thought I'd live in either place; but by now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/6577129316927166617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/6577129316927166617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/08/17236-miles.html' title='1723.6 Miles'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-4916403465146444946</id><published>2007-06-07T08:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T08:38:15.095-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving West (Again)</title><summary type='text'>I'm packing my bags again, but this time staying with the same job. In May Rodale sold Backpacker magazine to Active Interest Media, a new media company based out West. As a result, the magazine is moving to the mountain enclave of Boulder, Colorado, a setting that seems a much better fit for our interests and content than eastern Pennsylvania. Still, I've enjoyed my year and a half in Emmaus, PA</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/4916403465146444946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/4916403465146444946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/06/moving-west-again.html' title='Moving West (Again)'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-3031837657273857352</id><published>2007-05-29T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:51:04.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of Flags</title><summary type='text'>Late on Memorial Day I left my apartment, walked downstairs, crossed the street, and entered a cemetery. I don't know the name of the burial field, but it's one of two near my house with neat rows of gray headstones shaded by willow trees. A few days earlier I noticed that someone had marked all the grave stones of those who served in our Armed Forces with  2-foot tall American flags. I presume </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3031837657273857352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3031837657273857352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-of-flags.html' title='The Day of Flags'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-3124619929897927926</id><published>2007-05-10T07:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T18:49:28.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenetic, Complacent, and Applying to College</title><summary type='text'>High school students who apply to competitive colleges are generally divided into two groups: those who understand the challenge; and those who are blissfully unaware. Which situation is better for the mental health of the students and their parents? Hard to say. Is it the kid who agonizes about comma-placement in an admissions essay, and sweats through a half-dozen AP classes and extracurricular</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3124619929897927926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3124619929897927926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/05/frenetic-complacent-and-applying-to.html' title='Frenetic, Complacent, and Applying to College'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-5631121804449783776</id><published>2007-04-20T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:30:29.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next War is the Good War</title><summary type='text'>Black and white photographs are about to get another makeover. Ken Burns did it first in 1990 with his 9-episode documentary, "The Civil War," which used sepia-tinged "slo-mo" pans to engross everyone from grade-school kids to armchair generals. PBS claims 40 million people have watched this series, which popularized the story-telling history of the late Shelby Foote, the violin melody of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/5631121804449783776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/5631121804449783776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/04/next-war-is-good-war.html' title='The Next War is the Good War'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-2247376925086628055</id><published>2007-03-19T08:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T08:40:07.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank goodness for humorless school administrators</title><summary type='text'>If high school principals were more versed in constitutional rights, or could fathom the reprecussions of a cracking down on smart, active students, the Supreme Court would be much less exciting. Today the Supremes hear the student free-speech case, Morse v. Frederick, which came about when an 18-year-old Juneau, AK high school student, Joseph Frederick, unfurled a 14-foot-wide sign proclaiming "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2247376925086628055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2247376925086628055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/03/thank-goodness-for-humorless-school.html' title='Thank goodness for humorless school administrators'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-3620306786642311912</id><published>2007-02-28T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T08:50:33.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. die</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday I finished a book that took me a long time to read. True, it wasn't a short read--weighing in at 980 pages. But it wasn't the page count that slowed me down. I read slowly because I knew that on the last page, Martin Luther King Jr. would be killed. As the author, Taylor Branch, wrote in the final sentence describing the Thursday afternoon in Memphis that he must have imagined writing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3620306786642311912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/3620306786642311912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/02/letting-dr-martin-luther-king-jr-die.html' title='Letting Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. die'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-1406266544476270931</id><published>2007-02-22T08:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T23:01:29.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Iraqi insurgents are winning with YouTube and cell phones</title><summary type='text'>I am wondering if the battles playing out every day in the streets of Iraq are more like the trench warfare of World War I than the oft-made Vietnam comparisons. Except, the advantages in Baghdad are the reverse of those at Verdun and the Somme.In the First World War the defensive technologies of the machine gun, barbed wire, mines, and trenches stalemated the lingering 19th-century offensive </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/1406266544476270931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/1406266544476270931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-iraqi-insurgents-are-winning-with.html' title='How Iraqi insurgents are winning with YouTube and cell phones'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-4427189219977365677</id><published>2007-02-17T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T08:17:33.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The global warming skeptic playbook revealed</title><summary type='text'>I'm confused. Do global warming skeptics live on the same planet as you and me? And I'm being literal here. Are they residents of Earth just like the rest of us?If NASA predicted with 90% probability that a large asteroid was going to strike the Earth, resulting in a massive global climate change, would these naysayers find solace in the 10% chance of a near miss? Or would they join the rest of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/4427189219977365677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/4427189219977365677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/02/global-warming-skeptic-playbook.html' title='The global warming skeptic playbook revealed'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-2434896197040574550</id><published>2007-01-18T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T13:32:41.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Niall Ferguson's essential books about WW2</title><summary type='text'>The Harvard Crimson recently published a series of celebrity lists as the year 2006 wound down. Among them, history professor and fast-talking author Niall Ferguson offered his take on the "Ten Essential Books on World War II." I have read only two of the books on the list (the famous novels at the end), so it looks like I have one more college syllabus to tackle:  By NIALL FERGUSON1. Sword of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2434896197040574550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/2434896197040574550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/01/niall-fergusons-essential-books-about.html' title='Niall Ferguson&apos;s essential books about WW2'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-6918294472058199706</id><published>2007-01-13T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T11:26:08.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doh! Forgetting our history again in fighting the war on terror</title><summary type='text'>I doubt that Charles "Cully" Stimson is familiar with the particulars of the 1770 Boston Massacre. During an interview broadcast Thursday on Federal News Radio, Stimson, who is a lawyer, named and criticized several U.S. law firms that have represented "enemy combatants" detained at the Guatanamo Bay base.According to a Washington Post editorial on Friday, Stimson challenged the heads of major </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/6918294472058199706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/6918294472058199706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/01/doh-forgetting-our-history-again-in.html' title='Doh! Forgetting our history again in fighting the war on terror'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-1622850049755861080</id><published>2007-01-01T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T07:51:59.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and you on YouTube</title><summary type='text'>Riding the lip of the tech wave requires constant surfing of the virtual kind. Twelve years ago the web browser Netscape overtook Mosaic just as the search engine Altavista later gave way to Google. Flash memory jumped from 128 MB to 6 GBs in the space of two years, all tucked into the palm of your hand. Podcasts were fresh for about 12 months until videoblogs and YouTube made them passe. What </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/1622850049755861080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/1622850049755861080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2007/01/me-and-you-on-youtube.html' title='Me and you on YouTube'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-116585359185413394</id><published>2006-12-11T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T09:34:59.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming Opposition is the New Religious Right</title><summary type='text'>Today I received a email forward from my Uncle John that contained an anti-global warming press release from Sen. James Inhofe's Environment and Public Works committee. Inhofe, of course, is one of the Senate's chief skeptics that human actions are contributing to negative climate change. So as a parting shot from his committee chair, he released the rather screedish report, "A Skeptic's Guide to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116585359185413394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116585359185413394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/12/global-warming-opposition-is-new.html' title='Global Warming Opposition is the New Religious Right'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-116533590535326521</id><published>2006-12-05T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T11:25:05.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoping to find James Kim</title><summary type='text'>If you've ever watched a CNET.com video review of an MP3 player, you've probably seen James Kim. He's the senior editor in charge of the popular digital media department, and his upbeat informative videos are a great way to compare and contrast an iPod with a Sanyo or a Samsung. Now we are waiting to see if James Kim will survive an unbelieveable ordeal that started as a simple family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116533590535326521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116533590535326521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/12/hoping-to-find-james-kim.html' title='Hoping to find James Kim'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-116412606555605293</id><published>2006-11-21T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T11:21:05.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why my history isn't necessarily yours</title><summary type='text'>Is your concept of American history the same as mine? I doubt it. Our versions of history were influenced by the era and regions that we grew up in. This morning I listened to an interview on NPR with Kyle Ward whose new book History in the Making shows how malleable history can be. Ward described how textbook treatments of the Mexican War have changed over the past 150 years from a Biblical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116412606555605293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116412606555605293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/11/why-my-history-isnt-necessarily-yours.html' title='Why my history isn&apos;t necessarily yours'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-116287814994948510</id><published>2006-11-06T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T09:36:49.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gaining admission</title><summary type='text'>If you want to attend a college like Penn, Harvard, or Duke--you're going to have to work pretty hard. But that's a good thing. If admissions officers ignored merit and drive, as they did before the advent of the SATs and the eradication of quotas, the system would be in shambles. Right now it's as good a meritocracy as could be expected, and the recent trend to eliminate early action/decision </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116287814994948510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116287814994948510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/11/gaining-admission.html' title='Gaining admission'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-116230196868990987</id><published>2006-10-31T08:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T09:49:04.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children's books with a great message</title><summary type='text'>When I dropped off several 'books on CD' at the library last weekend, I took my usual amble through the children's book section. Why? Because there are certain books that have timeless lessons for the grown-up children who read them long ago. Funny enough, these same books are often banned or the subject of controversy. I've started a list below of children's books that fall into this category--</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116230196868990987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116230196868990987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/10/childrens-books-with-great-message.html' title='Children&apos;s books with a great message'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-116071060887682935</id><published>2006-10-12T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T23:38:37.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Orwell on Writing</title><summary type='text'>Whenever I want to remember what writing is all about (which is often, as my days are filled with endless rounds of editing), I turn to two essays by George Orwell. The first is rather transparently titled, "Why I Write," and mixes Orwell's account of his own affair with words and ideas with an accurate appraisal of why people chose this career. Their motivations, he states, are: 1) Sheer egoism,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116071060887682935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116071060887682935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/10/orwell-on-writing.html' title='Orwell on Writing'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-116053645122900974</id><published>2006-10-10T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T23:14:12.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep your eyes on the prize</title><summary type='text'>There's not much to watch on TV these days that doesn't leave me with a guilty feeling. Guilty that I could be doing something more meaningful... like eating paint chips. But then there's PBS. On the past two Monday nights The American Experience has run portions of the intensely moving civil rights documentary, "Eyes on the Prize." Now that icons like Rosa Parks and Coretta Scott King are no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116053645122900974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/116053645122900974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/10/keep-your-eyes-on-prize.html' title='Keep your eyes on the prize'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115966134492190134</id><published>2006-09-30T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T20:09:04.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacker skills videos online</title><summary type='text'>I work for a paper-based magazine, but the editors at Backpacker realize that the Internet is how people get their information these days. To target this audience, we are posting videos of the skills and gear that we review in the magazine on our website. The first round of videos are now online--including 3 "SkillsCasts" from the December 2006 issue. You can find them at the Backpacker  Skills </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115966134492190134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115966134492190134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/09/backpacker-skills-videos-online.html' title='Backpacker skills videos online'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115927087215660533</id><published>2006-09-26T07:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T10:05:47.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New email address starting now</title><summary type='text'>I'm transitioning to a new email address over the next 2 weeks. Last month I bought the domain name www.jasonstevenson.net, and over the weekend I began using the email address (jason-at-jasonstevenson.net). In time, I'll transfer all of my email and web-hosting services to this new site and keep it, well...as long as I need it.Yesterday I was trying to remember when I got my first email address.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115927087215660533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115927087215660533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/09/new-email-address-starting-now_26.html' title='New email address starting now'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115875861302101641</id><published>2006-09-20T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:43:59.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvard is a betting game</title><summary type='text'>People who say that eliminating early action and early decision--which Harvard and Princeton have done over the past week--fails to improve the college admissions climate, don't think about two important facts: logistics and teenage hormones. To prove this point, let's look at Harvard.In late 2005, 3,872 students were motivated enough to apply Early Action to Harvard by the November 1st deadline.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115875861302101641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115875861302101641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/09/harvard-is-betting-game.html' title='Harvard is a betting game'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115842229542906549</id><published>2006-09-16T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T11:58:15.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A better Lincoln match</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps a better Lincolnesque match to President Bush's 9/11 rhetoric comes from Lincoln's February 1860 Cooper Union speech. In this address, Lincoln marshalled the words and deeds of the Founding Fathers to demolish the "do nothing" attitude toward slavery of his rival, Stephen Douglas. A terrific speech that captivated thousands in audiences in New York and across New England, this address </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115842229542906549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115842229542906549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/09/better-lincoln-match.html' title='A better Lincoln match'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115806600618886565</id><published>2006-09-12T08:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T09:00:06.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoing Lincoln in times of grief</title><summary type='text'>Last night, as President Bush concluded his 9/11 address to the nation, I caught of few mystic chords of memory flowing through his speech. His writers, I believe, borrowed a cadence of words from the best politician-poet of our history - Abraham Lincoln.Among presidents in wartime, none rose to command respect and achieve success like Abraham Lincoln. The rail-splitter from Illinois is already </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115806600618886565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115806600618886565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/09/echoing-lincoln-in-times-of-grief.html' title='Echoing Lincoln in times of grief'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115699480741333247</id><published>2006-08-30T23:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T09:36:23.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing better than fresh compost</title><summary type='text'>Last weekend I put the finishing touches on my new compost bin by attaching the swing-down front gate. I started this project three weeks ago when I found two cargo pallets along the side of the road. I squeezed them into my car and brought them home. It took one weekend to tear apart the pallets (lots of nails in those things), and another weekend to build the bin. It's solid wood all the way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115699480741333247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115699480741333247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/08/nothing-better-than-fresh-compost.html' title='Nothing better than fresh compost'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115650832494205220</id><published>2006-08-25T07:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:45:06.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A battleship on the NYT frontpage</title><summary type='text'>It was nice to see a battleship as the main image on the New York Times website this morning, even if it's only a "pocket" battleship, and a Nazi one at that. But the story of the Admiral Graf Spee is one of the best heroic/tragic tales from World War II.First, there's the duplicity of the Germans to build a series of battleships in the early 1930s half again as massive as the Treaty of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115650832494205220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115650832494205220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/08/battleship-on-nyt-frontpage.html' title='A battleship on the NYT frontpage'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115638768150171205</id><published>2006-08-23T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T09:46:57.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new home on the Web</title><summary type='text'>The domain - www.jasonstevenson.net - will eventually be my new home on the Web. Over the weekend I signed up for this new domain name. Right now it just mirrors the webatomics.com/jason site, but it will eventually take over as my chief web host. And I'll switch my email to --I've just need to take care of a few technical issues first. I wonder if we will ever develop a system so that every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115638768150171205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115638768150171205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-home-on-web.html' title='A new home on the Web'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115573089722011387</id><published>2006-08-16T07:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T23:08:09.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>College rankings don't matter that much</title><summary type='text'>On Friday U.S. News &amp; World Report will release its annual college rankings--a lucrative ploy that not only sells tons of magazines, but also inflates the reputations of certain colleges and universities. These rankings (and U.S. News is not alone in them any more) convince many students that a college's reputation will have a marked affect on their education, their future job prospects, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115573089722011387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115573089722011387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/08/college-rankings-dont-matter-that-much.html' title='College rankings don&apos;t matter that much'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115448905380526752</id><published>2006-08-01T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T14:57:27.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All aboard to Montreal</title><summary type='text'>On Friday night I attempted to fly from Newark to Montreal--a silly notion in the face of the fierce thunderstorms that typically roll through here on summer afternoons. But on that day, the cumulonimbus towers contained much fury, but little staying power. I arrived to Newark airport to find clear skies, but unfortunately, no planes. The brief storm had scared them away. "Sunday afternoon," the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115448905380526752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115448905380526752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-aboard-to-montreal.html' title='All aboard to Montreal'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115382523603582219</id><published>2006-07-25T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T07:00:36.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Driving on the left</title><summary type='text'>The smallest roads on Scotland's Isle of Skye are less than a lane wide as they squeeze between ancient jumbled stone bridge abutments. The largest roads are are two-lane blacktop ribbons which roll along the island's sinuous coastline. I drove on both last week during a refreshingly uncomplicated trip to Scotland with my fiance Jackie. And we kept telling each other every time we got behind the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115382523603582219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115382523603582219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/07/driving-on-left.html' title='Driving on the left'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115262176686615700</id><published>2006-07-11T08:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T12:52:09.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA Nation</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday I ventured into an IKEA store for the first time. My purpose was to buy a new kitchen table, but I also wanted to experience this Scandinavian furniture phenomenon that many of my friends revere. And after a two-hour foray inside this giant big-box slice of Sweden, I think their appreciation is well-founded.At first the names of their products--a bed named "HORESUND" and a lamp called "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115262176686615700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115262176686615700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/07/ikea-nation.html' title='IKEA Nation'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115120274671775534</id><published>2006-06-24T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:43:40.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes and Gators</title><summary type='text'>There's something about snakes that makes me jump. But I don't think I'm alone in that reaction. This spring I've seen more snakes than normal--including a New Jersey timber rattlesnake that I almost stepped on, and king snake as thick as my calf. And then there's the dolphins I saw while paddling off Tybee Island near Savannah, Georgia, and the alligators I watched in some South Carolina swamps.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115120274671775534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115120274671775534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/06/snakes-and-gators.html' title='Snakes and Gators'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-115080068824011222</id><published>2006-06-20T06:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T06:51:28.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest days</title><summary type='text'>I saw a lightning bug as I biked home last night--my first such sighting since returning to the East a few months ago. A furious thunderstorm had just ceased pouring down rain, giving me a few minutes to pedal home and stay dry. These are the longest days of the year now. And that subtle shift of 1 or 2 minutes more light each day is still imperceptible even if the wonder of a wide-open summer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115080068824011222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/115080068824011222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/06/longest-days.html' title='Longest days'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114960729485096879</id><published>2006-06-06T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:41:52.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>J-Jour</title><summary type='text'>When I traveled through Europe six years ago, I naturally went to Normandy to see the beaches made famous by the D-Day invasion. I rented a stiff and uncomfortable bicycle in Bayeux, the town where I was staying at a wonderful hostel, and set off for the English Channel several miles away. My riding companion was an Australian guy I met at breakfast. And though he was 20 years older than me, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114960729485096879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114960729485096879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/06/j-jour.html' title='J-Jour'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114865810328410300</id><published>2006-05-26T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:41:43.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going coastal</title><summary type='text'>This year for Memorial Day weekend I'm heading south to Savannah, Georgia and the wedding of two good friends from my time in Edinburgh, Scotland. I have not seen Joslyn or Brian for several years, and I am delighted to be there this weekend when they get married.  We will do a lot of catching up, and also guessing about the future. Which makes sense - because there's nothing like a wedding that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114865810328410300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114865810328410300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/05/going-coastal.html' title='Going coastal'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114727486307021225</id><published>2006-05-10T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:47:54.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacker wins an Ellie</title><summary type='text'>For the 98% of the population that has no idea what a national magazine award is, or even that the magazine industry hosts an annual back-slap confab to reassure themselves that color/glossy print journalism still matters... well, it all happened on Tuesday night in New York City. And Backpacker, the small service-poetry magazine that I recently joined as an associate editor, won an award for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114727486307021225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114727486307021225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/05/backpacker-wins-ellie.html' title='Backpacker wins an Ellie'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114704710180527821</id><published>2006-05-07T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:11:41.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red ripe tomatoes</title><summary type='text'>This morning I walked over to the first of the summer's weekly farmer markets in downtown Emmaus. The parking lot of a local bank served as the site--sprouting dozens of tables and awnings to attract hundreds of produce shoppers, and the necessary kids and spastic dogs for the occasion. A farmer's market is rather natural in this part of Pennsylvania. One only has to drive (or bike) a mile in any</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114704710180527821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114704710180527821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/05/red-ripe-tomatoes.html' title='Red ripe tomatoes'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114640364071104181</id><published>2006-04-30T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T09:27:20.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Far cry from adobe</title><summary type='text'>I've settled on a new place to live in Emmaus, PA--a second floor apartment in a 'Queen Anne'-style house on the edge of the downtown business district. The house's towers, gables, and dormer windows are a world away from the angular adobe walls and jutting vigas that dominate architecture in Santa Fe. Plus, there's a lawn (with real grass) in the back just right for a tomato garden. My office is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114640364071104181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114640364071104181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/04/far-cry-from-adobe.html' title='Far cry from adobe'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114610686973291145</id><published>2006-04-26T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:01:09.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the culture nail on the head</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, and perhaps with greater frequency now, reporters at the New York Times catch a cultural phenomena at its birth. These are the articles you read not because you already know about the topic--but because they are utterly fresh and enticing. And I am not referring to those articles that attempt to cast a survey of your close friends as a massive cultural shift, like the September 20, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114610686973291145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114610686973291145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/04/hitting-culture-nail-on-head.html' title='Hitting the culture nail on the head'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114590397192923573</id><published>2006-04-24T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:40:35.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvard - it's in the name</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago Gene Plotkin, a 27-year-old Wall Street trader and 2000 graduate of Harvard College was arrested by the FBI for allegedly running a global insider trader scheme based on tips from the printer proofs from Business Week magazine. And over the weekend, the Harvard Crimson reported that Kaavya Viswanathan, a Harvard sophomore whose new novel How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114590397192923573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114590397192923573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/04/harvard-its-in-name_114590397192923573.html' title='Harvard - it&apos;s in the name'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114555446183925364</id><published>2006-04-20T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T08:18:28.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacker Isle</title><summary type='text'>I'm learning that the archipelago of magazines resembles the Galapagos islands and its unique finches. Like those famous finches, magazines and their editors evolve in isolation to accomplish similar goals and overcome similar challenges. Darwin's birds have specially adapted beaks depending on the island they inhabit, while magazine editors develop tools to plan, edit, proof, and design that are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114555446183925364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114555446183925364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/04/backpacker-isle.html' title='Backpacker Isle'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114510815904460818</id><published>2006-04-15T09:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T09:36:00.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Four: Home stretch</title><summary type='text'>Today Jackie and I will drive from Akron, Ohio to Morristown, New Jersey--the final 450 miles of this road trip, and a journey between two homes for me. I grew up in the town of Hudson, a satellite suburb of Akron, and my parents now live in the Garden State greenburg of Morristown. My Subaru, which sports a "Learned Owl Book Shop" bumper sticker (the independent Hudson bookstore where I worked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114510815904460818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114510815904460818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-four-home-stretch.html' title='Day Four: Home stretch'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114497141083344440</id><published>2006-04-13T18:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T06:42:38.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Two: Arrived in Saint Louie</title><summary type='text'>After two days, 1100 miles, and countless gallons of nearly $3 gas, I've arrived in Saint Louis. A few moments come to mind from my road trip thus far.Just after merging onto I-4o East at Clines Corners, NM, I looked back and for a few minutes could see all the peaks in New Mexico that I had climbed or set foot upon, including Hermit's Peak, Santa Fe Baldy, and the snow-capped teeth of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114497141083344440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114497141083344440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-two-arrived-in-saint-louie.html' title='Day Two: Arrived in Saint Louie'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114468783129759351</id><published>2006-04-10T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T12:50:31.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Si, se puede</title><summary type='text'>My last 'Santa Fe moment' might be my best one.On Sunday afternoon I got caught up in a pro-immigration march in Santa Fe --a few thousand people coursing through downtown streets wearing white shirts and singing and chanting.I originally thought the march was some sort of religious procession--it being Sunday, everyone dressed in white, and Santa Fe being a predominantly Catholic city. But then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114468783129759351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114468783129759351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/04/si-se-puede.html' title='Si, se puede'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114445415791976301</id><published>2006-04-07T19:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T19:55:57.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five boxes</title><summary type='text'>That's what is sitting on the archive shelves in the basement of the Outside magazine offices. In those boxes are enough facts, hopefully accurate, to float a battleship. It's rare to see my two years of my life compartmentalized like that - but sometimes it's possible. Five years from now when those five boxes are carried away and destroyed, I wonder where I will be, and if their fate will ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114445415791976301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114445415791976301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/04/five-boxes.html' title='Five boxes'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114385377255844542</id><published>2006-03-31T19:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T00:16:52.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about a move</title><summary type='text'>I'm discovering that the logistical hurdles of moving across the country can obscure its real-life impact. These days I'm buried deep in a bullet-list dedicated to relocating to Pennsylvania--arranging a mover, finding enough boxes, deciding what to keep and what to give away, and planning final gatherings with my friends. But I need to think beyond my lists.I'm realizing that the challenge of my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114385377255844542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114385377255844542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/03/thinking-about-move.html' title='Thinking about a move'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114330319176880773</id><published>2006-03-25T10:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T11:13:11.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Lincoln</title><summary type='text'>The gist of Doris Kearns Goodwins' new history, Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln, is that our 16th president's success was not the result of lucky timing, his melancholic empathy, or an unhappy home life. Instead, she highlights Lincoln's persistent efforts to impress and eventually master all those men he needed to support his cause. For the most part these were men who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114330319176880773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114330319176880773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/03/reading-lincoln.html' title='Reading Lincoln'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114265748528980889</id><published>2006-03-17T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:51:25.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newark goes primetime</title><summary type='text'>Finally, people are paying attention to Newark. NJ. Okay, so maybe only until the May 9th mayoral election. But I'm not complaining. Even the New York Times has devoted a blog to this big-top race between 20-year incumbent Sharpe James, and his baldy earnest challenger, Cory Booker. It's just too bad the media treats this city of 280,000 as the delinquent step-son to New York--a broken, corrupted</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114265748528980889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114265748528980889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/03/newark-goes-primetime.html' title='Newark goes primetime'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114256764121518779</id><published>2006-03-16T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T16:42:34.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going East</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I accepted a new job as an associate editor at Backpacker magazine--part of the Rodale group based in Emmaus, PA. Besides requiring me to change the title of this Web site (how does "Buckeye Bounced To The Keystone State" sound?) I will be moving back east in a few weeks time. I am looking forward to new challenges at Backpacker, and the chance to make new friends and acquaintances. In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114256764121518779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114256764121518779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/03/going-east.html' title='Going East'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114208997469099350</id><published>2006-03-11T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T22:55:48.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Traveling Inferno</title><summary type='text'>I was in transit this weekend. I was heading east across the country when thunderstorms over Chicago turned O'Hare airport into a pack of frustrated humanity worthy of the former "Hog Butcher for the World." I was trapped there for several hours as a participant/observer to this impacted chaos. They called it an "Air Traffic Control" delay--which I believe is the aviation equivalent to driving </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114208997469099350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114208997469099350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/03/traveling-inferno.html' title='The Traveling Inferno'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114156671344811903</id><published>2006-03-05T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T17:52:55.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real genius</title><summary type='text'>The weekend edition of the Wall Street Journal has a fun article describing how the chess team at Miami Dade Community College topped the best players from Harvard, Yale, and MIT to make the final four of the collegiate chess championships last December. Most of the community college's players hail from Cuba; a country, I learned, with a strong chess tradition. Miami Dade has done well in past </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114156671344811903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114156671344811903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/03/real-genius.html' title='Real genius'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114089451511911480</id><published>2006-02-25T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T13:28:25.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another thinker moment from the BBC</title><summary type='text'>An essay on this morning's broadcast of BBC's "From Our Own Correspondent" described two back to back political protests in Egypt. The first was led by moderate academics from Cairo University who called for more political freedoms and less corruption. It attracted about 50 protestors and about five times as many riot police. The second protest was composed of university students from the Moslem </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114089451511911480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114089451511911480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-thinker-moment-from-bbc.html' title='Another thinker moment from the BBC'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114049264213469366</id><published>2006-02-20T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:51:56.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Presidential sunset</title><summary type='text'>Looking west from the hills above Santa Fe.ffffffffffffff</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114049264213469366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114049264213469366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/02/presidential-sunset.html' title='Presidential sunset'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-114001624724162765</id><published>2006-02-15T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T13:41:54.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Requiem for a device</title><summary type='text'>The nearest thing to my pride and joy died last week: my Cowon iAudio U2 digital music player. It's demise was unexpected, and rather... shocking. You see, it was static electricity that did it in. I was listening to my Slate.com podcast while biking to work, with the iAudio u2 stashed safely in my coat pocket. Arriving at my office, I took of my coat and ZAP - the invisible voices were silenced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114001624724162765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/114001624724162765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/02/requiem-for-device.html' title='Requiem for a device'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113942422602794744</id><published>2006-02-08T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T13:57:05.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cartoon Riots</title><summary type='text'>How can crudely drawn cartoons spark riots and demonstrations from London to Jakarta? It's easy, actually. After all, the Indian Rebellion of 1857, which lasted for two years and killed thousands, is traced, at least in historical mythology, to ordinary bullet cartridges.Once the Indian soldiers, known as Sepoys, discovered that the cartridges for their Lee-Enfield .303 rifles were coated in pig </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113942422602794744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113942422602794744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/02/cartoon-riots.html' title='The Cartoon Riots'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113889008532649915</id><published>2006-02-02T09:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:21:25.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six more weeks of mild... spring?</title><summary type='text'>Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania is a long way from New Mexico, and so I don't fault Phil for today's forecast of a prolonged winter. Since we haven't had winter yet in Santa Fe, I imagine that we are in store for six more weeks of 55F days and cloudless blue skies.But more seriously, the lack of snow (or of any precipitation) has increased fears that the national forests will be closed this spring and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113889008532649915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113889008532649915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/02/six-more-weeks-of-mild-spring.html' title='Six more weeks of mild... spring?'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113838242621594258</id><published>2006-01-27T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T12:20:26.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New addition - photo albums</title><summary type='text'>I've begun to add my photo albums to this site -- starting with the Outside Magazine gear testing trip to the Grand Canyon last December. Check them out by clicking on the Albums button above.fffff</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113838242621594258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113838242621594258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-addition-photo-albums.html' title='New addition - photo albums'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113830210497186609</id><published>2006-01-26T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T14:01:44.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to Montreal</title><summary type='text'>Free Wifi Internet access in public places is still somewhere between a nice trick and a useful tool. The idea of sending e-mails from a lovely park in the center of a city is tantalizing - but when I am actually in that park and can send e-mail - I can think of a dozen other things I would like to do (including traditional park activities like people watching, and doing nothing).So here I am in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113830210497186609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113830210497186609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/01/on-way-to-montreal_26.html' title='On the way to Montreal'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113779561546455119</id><published>2006-01-20T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T23:26:50.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The BBC's "From Our Own Correspondent"</title><summary type='text'>Since I began "podcatching" a few months ago--that is, listening to podcasts downloaded from the Web, one of my favorites has become the BBC's "From Our Own Correspondent". For fifty years the "Beeb" has allowed its foreign reporters to let off steam or tell a story through these spoken-word personal essays. "FooC," as its fans like to call it, provides listeners with revealing, eye-level </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113779561546455119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113779561546455119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/01/bbcs-from-our-own-correspondent.html' title='The BBC&apos;s &quot;From Our Own Correspondent&quot;'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113738811626635233</id><published>2006-01-15T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T08:39:50.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A matter of altitude</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday afternoon I played tennis outdoors and went skiing. Only in Santa Fe, I might add. The tennis courts sit on Old Taos Road, where the radio towers that mark the location of the ski mountain are visible 16 miles and 2,500 feet in elevation away. The winter sun, still strong even at its weakest angle, heats the town to over 50F degrees by noon and makes possible a quick tennis match. The</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113738811626635233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113738811626635233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/01/matter-of-altitude.html' title='A matter of altitude'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113702622950551789</id><published>2006-01-11T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:22:38.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to write</title><summary type='text'>Now that writing has become something of an occupation for me, I've learned to ask other writers how they go about it. When faced with a blank computer screen or piece of paper--where do they go for the inspiration to fill it? What do the first random words of a 4,000 word article look like? Is it better to outline, or just dive into an opening scene? Do they need a deadline and a badgering </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113702622950551789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113702622950551789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/01/starting-to-write.html' title='Starting to write'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113664846275825813</id><published>2006-01-07T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T10:41:02.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Always archiving</title><summary type='text'>Growing up in Ohio, every Sunday night I would sit on the family-room floor and cut out stories from the three newspapers we received at home: the Hudson Hub-Times, the Akron Beacon Journal, and the Sunday New York Times. By the time I graduated from high school I had assembled several thick folders of clippings--mostly about the church-state and First Amendment issues that rocked by hometown </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113664846275825813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113664846275825813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2006/01/always-archiving.html' title='Always archiving'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113595178846798268</id><published>2005-12-30T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T18:38:42.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family land</title><summary type='text'>Wednesday night my girlfriend Jackie and I drove over to western Pennsylvania to attend the Cramer family reunion, a gathering at the Fredonia, PA home of my Uncle Ed, who worked a cattle farm in the area for fifty years. There surrounded by cousins of all degrees and plates overburdened with delicious family recipies, I recorded hours of stories told about my father's family. Many of the tales </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113595178846798268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113595178846798268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/family-land.html' title='Family land'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113552586609769146</id><published>2005-12-25T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T10:52:00.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Second leg</title><summary type='text'>I'm ready for the next destination of my winter travels today -- my homeland of northeast, Ohio. For this trip I'm loaded down with Christmas booty from New Jersey, including a ski bag in which the requisite skis make up about 2% of the bag's cargo. My family celebrated the first night of Hanukkah last night, and a shortened Christmas (literally, as our tree was 3 and 1/2 feet tall) and dangled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113552586609769146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113552586609769146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/second-leg.html' title='Second leg'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113535058644545805</id><published>2005-12-23T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T10:38:10.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing magazines</title><summary type='text'>My ammo for a circuitous flight home today is two New Yorkers, the latest Economist, and a Vanity Fair. I decided not to bring the book I am reading, The Path to Power, volume 1 of Robert Caro's biography of Lyndon Johnson, because a) it's heavy, and b) magazines make for better airplane reading than dense non-fiction. I'm enjoying the book, however, and gaining even more respect for Robert </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113535058644545805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113535058644545805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/packing-magazines.html' title='Packing magazines'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113526872812285658</id><published>2005-12-22T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T11:25:28.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post holiday-party holiday</title><summary type='text'>Isolation is actually a good thing about living in Santa Fe. All the New York City-based magazines get their holiday party fandangos broadcast the morning after on Gawker or in the NY Observer (Jann Wenner's roped-off table, etc). Our party, small but stylish at the Inn of the Anasazi last night, gets nary a nip in the local papers. Are we too boring? Perhaps. But I think it also shows that news </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113526872812285658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113526872812285658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-holiday-party-holiday.html' title='Post holiday-party holiday'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113511159958040553</id><published>2005-12-20T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T15:46:39.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three homes in three different places</title><summary type='text'>On Friday I go home to New Jersey for a quick day and a half with my parents before we all hit the skies again on Christmas day. I go to Akron, Ohio to stay with my girlfriend Jackie's family, while my folks head over the ocean to Australia. Since I was born and raised in Akron, my week in northeast Ohio will be like a second homecoming, including a visit to Hudson to see old high school friends.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113511159958040553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113511159958040553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/three-homes-in-three-different-places.html' title='Three homes in three different places'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113466429604823357</id><published>2005-12-15T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T11:31:36.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going skiing this weekend</title><summary type='text'>Real snow has finally come to Santa Fe, dusting the mountains above the city. But I am behaving like a spurned suitor and driving to Colorado for a weekend of skiing at Copper Mountain resort. Last night I found the right parts to fix my car-top ski carrier, so now my Subaru looks like the other 10,000 ski-equipped Subys in this town. I'll be back Sunday evening--a little wind-burned and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113466429604823357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113466429604823357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/going-skiing-this-weekend.html' title='Going skiing this weekend'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113450090680118935</id><published>2005-12-13T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T18:40:07.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chevron wants me to drive less.... huh?</title><summary type='text'>Sitting down at breakfast this morning to read my latest issue of the Economist, I came across a full-page Chevron advertisement with an accusatory claim in bold: "You use 25 barrels of oil a year." and then the question, "So are you ready to do something about it?" The ad puzzled me, as why should Chevron care about energy conservation. The more gas I buy, the more money they make.But since </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113450090680118935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113450090680118935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/chevron-wants-me-to-drive-less-huh.html' title='Chevron wants me to drive less.... huh?'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113424834415461612</id><published>2005-12-10T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:45:29.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Added new blog feature to the site</title><summary type='text'>I'm now importing a full-fledged blog into this Website--a nifty trick of the Internet that I don't fully understand, but am pleased that it works. If you want to add this capability to your Website, check out this informational site, and then go to this feed site to create the right script.fffffffff</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113424834415461612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113424834415461612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/added-new-blog-feature-to-site.html' title='Added new blog feature to the site'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113423581746586952</id><published>2005-12-10T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:45:51.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good thing about novels</title><summary type='text'>Finished a novel last night, Swimming in the Volcano, by Outside correspondent Bob Shacochis. He gave it to me when I visited him at his northern NM off-the-grid writing cabin. I read fiction rarely, about one in every five or six books I pick up. It takes me a lot longer to read novels--those big purple passages, mind-bending flashbacks, and entourage of characters to keep track of. My mind is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113423581746586952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113423581746586952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-thing-about-novels.html' title='The good thing about novels'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19740239.post-113419663410791423</id><published>2005-12-10T01:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T14:44:48.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future of media revealed</title><summary type='text'>Listening to the podcast of WNYC's On the Media last weekend I caught an interview with one of the makers of a fascinating look at the future of media. The eight-minute flick "EPIC 2014" starts with the rise of Google and Amazon, and then leaps off into 2006 and beyond with a plausible timeline detailing how these Internet-based companies will bury the mainstream media by 2014. If you like those </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/feeds/113419663410791423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19740239&amp;postID=113419663410791423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113419663410791423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19740239/posts/default/113419663410791423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jasonstevenson.blogspot.com/2005/12/future-of-media-revealed.html' title='Future of media revealed'/><author><name>Jason Stevenson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05074476244035275747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://www.webatomics.com/jason/Images/JasonWeb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
