<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 13:00:10 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Think</title><description/><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/index.php</link><managingEditor>Thomas</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-3529899528389252779</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Mar 2008 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-22T13:00:10.092Z</atom:updated><title></title><description>We will probably be judged not by the monuments we build but by those we have destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Farewell to Penn Station," New York Times editorial, October 30, 1963&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2008/03/we-will-probably-be-judged-not-by.php</link><author>Thomas</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-5455871289932481215</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Apr 2007 21:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-06-24T14:36:05.497+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Every morning in Africa, a gazelle wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;It knows it must run faster than the fastest lion or it will be killed.&lt;br /&gt;Every morning a lion wakes up.&lt;br /&gt;It knows it must outrun the slowest gazelle or it will starve to death.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter whether you are a lion or a gazelle.&lt;br /&gt;When the sun comes up, you better start running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Herb Caen&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2007/04/every-morning-in-africa-gazelle-wakes.php</link><author>Thomas</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-4567752321875483240</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Feb 2007 19:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-15T19:37:25.714Z</atom:updated><title></title><description>Our lives on this planet are too short. The work to be done is too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in this land of ours. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment that they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely, this bond of common fate, surely this bond of common goals, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at the least, to look around at those of us, of our fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our hearts brothers and countrymen once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Robert F. 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If you never take it seriously then you never get hurt. If you never get hurt then you always have fun, and if you ever get lonely you can just go to the record store and visit your friends. &lt;br /&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Penny Lane, Almost Famous&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/06/i-always-tell-girls-never-take-it.php</link><author>Cristabel</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111832421349793863</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Jun 2005 13:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-06-09T14:36:53.503+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>The well that is most often used gives the purest water&lt;br /&gt;-Hebrew Proverb</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/06/well-that-is-most-often-used-gives.php</link><author>Thomas</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111806557326734913</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jun 2005 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-06-06T14:46:13.276+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>A man was walking under a tree and a bird pooped on him - as this is supposed to be lucky, he decided to buy a Fortune 4 scratchcards ticket and won £24.00. 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Not fully understanding it and seeking guidance as to the meaning of some of the content, neither was my mother. My gran won't sit next to me at family events any more.</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/06/after-spending-what-can-only-be.php</link><author>Thomas</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111644563942367934</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2005 19:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-05-18T20:47:19.430+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Never stroke a burning dog.</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/05/never-stroke-burning-dog.php</link><author>Thomas</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111539715773333895</guid><pubDate>Fri, 06 May 2005 16:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-26T22:38:30.045+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>A higher percentage of this country voted against Labour than voted for them...yet they're still going to govern us for the next four years.</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/05/higher-percentage-of-this-country.php</link><author>Jo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111463412368630381</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Apr 2005 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-04-27T21:37:40.786+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>There is a person, there is a problem; no person no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;J. 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It had nothing to do with Santa but it was very nice. Very sexy&lt;br /&gt; - Daniel Johns</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/04/i-saw-reindeer-once.php</link><author>Cristabel</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111349052225685282</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Apr 2005 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-04-14T15:55:22.256+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Since when should people place limits on their own freedom of expression simply because they don't think they'll achieve anything?</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/04/since-when-should-people-place-limits.php</link><author>Thomas</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111334480449435816</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 22:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-04-12T23:26:44.493+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I'm drunk and I can't find my horse</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/04/im-drunk-and-i-cant-find-my-horse.php</link><author>Thomas</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111332099019192568</guid><pubDate>Tue, 12 Apr 2005 15:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-04-12T16:49:50.190+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Is out of sight really out of mind?</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/04/is-out-of-sight-really-out-of-mind.php</link><author>Jo</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111309097964227360</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2005 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-04-10T00:56:19.643+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/04/giving-up-doesnt-always-mean-you-are.php</link><author>Cristabel</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111308525792482550</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Apr 2005 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-04-09T23:20:57.923+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>I want a person-sized draw under my bed.</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/04/i-want-person-sized-draw-under-my-bed.php</link><author>Thomas</author></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5591831.post-111296380150700420</guid><pubDate>Fri, 08 Apr 2005 12:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-04-09T15:17:12.133+01:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Life without pain would be great -  or would it?</description><link>http://snooboo.com/Think/2005/04/life-without-pain-would-be-great-or.php</link><author>Jo</author></item></channel></rss>