<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842</id><updated>2009-01-01T19:35:54.286-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trevor Marty</title><subtitle type='html'>Hey this is a fun thing for me to do, because Im just crazy and hang like that.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.loghound.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.phpfeeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.phpfeeds/posts/default?orderby=published'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.phpfeeds/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=published'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-1094667774246712399</id><published>2009-01-01T19:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:35:54.297-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2009-01-01T19:35:54.297-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>a new video</title><content type='html'>This song for me is a symbol.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wish for someone/anyone/everyone.&lt;br /&gt;My playing this song is like wishing that your story continues. The story which is everyones life everything from what happened to ya when ya broke your leg as a child to what happened on your wedding night.&lt;br /&gt;Long May You Run...might just as well say&lt;br /&gt;Long may you sing, dance, breath, think, be merry, be sad, be alive.&lt;br /&gt;LOng may you travel, feel love, help children and old people and everyone in between.&lt;br /&gt;LOng may you eat good, feel good.&lt;br /&gt;Long may you run.&lt;br /&gt;This song is a statement a final wish to someone somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Unca_T Marty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/441aiR-NMjE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/441aiR-NMjE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=1094667774246712399' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=1094667774246712399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=1094667774246712399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=1094667774246712399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=1094667774246712399' title='a new video'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-6637769234846543946</id><published>2008-12-28T05:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:52:07.030-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-12-28T05:52:07.030-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font face='Comic Sans MS'&gt;Howdy Folks-&lt;br /&gt;It's 530 am on a Sunday Morning, and I'm thinking about calling in sick. I guess mainly because I don't want to walk to work. My back drive and the alley is frozen into a solid sheet of ice. I should just put little spikes in my bicycle tires and ride to work. Do you think we could earn some money that way? I've been thinking lately about changing my life up in an extreme way. No fooling. I mean cutting myself loose from the self-imposed shakles that I put on. I'm sure y'all know what I'm talking about. Liberation. When I moved to Rochester, Mn. I wrote an article for a little self-published zine called the Jasmine Times. In it I was talking about how this town was all about money and yucki vibes. That's why I'm still here right? Well, the money part yes. I could do without the yucki vibes, and without being the freakest guy on the block. To be honest though I think it's changing here. Well whether I'm just having a mild mid-life deal-i-bob or simply have the Winter_BluZ. I was in need of crazyness and I decided to create some. &lt;br /&gt;Look at what I did.&lt;a title='DSC00154 by redbeardthegarbagepirate, on Flickr' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/redbeardthegarbagepirate/3133982447/'&gt;&lt;img alt='DSC00154' height='240' width='180' src='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3290/3133982447_4a3b9d30ae_m.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Cool huh?&lt;br /&gt;There are also some other things which are in the planning stage, but should come to fruition this coming year. &lt;br /&gt;Okay so what's the word for this year? Whats the movement for self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;LIBERATION!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean how many times have we all been guilty of saying stupid shit like,&lt;br /&gt;"I think I'd really love to do (insert your favorite thing here), but I'm &lt;br /&gt;just too (insert your favorite self-deprication here)."  &lt;br /&gt;Pardon my language but fuck that! You and I we're better than that stupid shit! Lets Liberate ourselves from that stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;Thats what this coming year is all about for me. &lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck. It's going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;br /&gt;ps look for me soon at the Black Sheep in South St. Paul &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6637769234846543946' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=6637769234846543946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6637769234846543946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6637769234846543946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6637769234846543946' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-4507693281966563049</id><published>2008-12-16T19:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:50:48.164-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-12-16T19:50:48.164-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Snow snow snow and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Howdy Folks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say that I am sick of Winter, and kinda rub it in that I am going to visit my friends in California. YIPPIE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just played at a nice little joint in South St. Paul called, 'The Black Sheep'. It was a blast!!!!&lt;br /&gt;A lot of folks that I hadn't seen in a very long time came out to say howdy, and I want to say thanks to them. &lt;br /&gt;It sure was a fun time. I got a bunch of video footage from the show and am mixing it into a cool little montage of sorts. &lt;br /&gt;I think you will like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey if you have any ideas where you think I should play please just email, or comment them here. I am always up for playing new joints. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, happy holidays and best wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps here is a little survival guide I made for Wintertime in Minnesota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class='youtube-video'&gt;&lt;object height='355' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://www.youtube.com/v/sz6TBunLOiA' name='movie'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'&gt; &lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='355' width='425' wmode='transparent' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://www.youtube.com/v/sz6TBunLOiA'&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold in Minnesota&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4507693281966563049' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=4507693281966563049' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4507693281966563049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4507693281966563049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4507693281966563049' title='Snow snow snow and...'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-4752239491897425249</id><published>2008-11-10T05:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T05:26:30.140-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-11-10T05:26:30.140-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>The FBI and Cake</title><content type='html'>I love cake, and I think that the bestest cake in the world is&lt;br /&gt;a birthday cake. Candles optional. Recently I turned 29 for the 10th time. Yup that makes yours truly 39 years old, and to be honest I never thought that it would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have led quite a life these short 39 years. From car chases, and guns to the FBI and beatings.  Ahhh not at the same time though. &lt;br /&gt;I'm only saying all of this to illustrate a point, and that point being that you never know what is around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's a great wonderful thing, and other times it's&lt;br /&gt;an incredible challenge to ones humanity. &lt;br /&gt;39 years, and the teachings of recent events have shown me that it's best to keep on diggin whats happening right now. &lt;br /&gt;For example last month was god awful terrible. Sure it started off just like most months do, but ended in a fiery &lt;br /&gt;glow. With in a matter of one week my lady-friend left me, &lt;br /&gt;and I got hacked into. Leaving me without any email&lt;br /&gt;accounts.  Someone changed all my passwords, and that was just stupid of them. Funny thing though I have evidence&lt;br /&gt;that points toward the attack coming from one of my myspace friends/fans. Interesting huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a show at this little tea and coffee house in Rochester, Mn.  It was a wonderful time. Lots of folks arrived and my ma had came with a sneaky plan in mind. &lt;br /&gt;She had called earlier and got two giant cakes ready, and then about half-way into  the show she got the whole crowd to sing happy birthday to me and gave everyone a piece of cake. Their were like 30 people at the gig.&lt;br /&gt;That was a first for sure. Being an entertainer and everyone singing to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway it was a grand time, and I thank everyone who came, and I got to keep the cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Marty</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4752239491897425249' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=4752239491897425249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4752239491897425249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4752239491897425249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4752239491897425249' title='The FBI and Cake'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-1707886583207219648</id><published>2008-11-05T08:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T08:53:36.886-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-11-05T08:53:36.886-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Birthday, election, and a video</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Day happy day!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What a birthday present...yup it's my birthday and check it out..&lt;br&gt;A really awesome sweep of the election. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hot DAmn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope that you like this new video. &lt;br&gt;Thanks&lt;br&gt;Trevor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal" height="344" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rc4e5BxOCj8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Rc4e5BxOCj8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=1707886583207219648' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=1707886583207219648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=1707886583207219648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=1707886583207219648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=1707886583207219648' title='Birthday, election, and a video'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-6510982130715381450</id><published>2008-10-24T17:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T18:23:37.853-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-10-24T18:23:37.853-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Painting,  and being sick</title><content type='html'>Hello my pretties&lt;br /&gt;I'm painting my studio room, and only got half-way because the fumes were giving me a sour throat, or so I thought. It turned out that I was getting a cold, and man has it arrived. I'm so congested I'm thinking of that political catch phrase, "Drill baby drill" and smiling. Lets just tell everyone that there's oil in my sinus cavities and&lt;br /&gt;hope it works huh?&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/r1PlJ6Y5_0lhOwqciu72jg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/trevor.marty/SQJSi9EEm8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/pgmwRj2VmPk/s144/oil-rig.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/trevor.marty/4blogs"&gt;4blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Golly! At least I don't have a gig anytime soon. The next one BTW is going to be in Rochester, Mn. on November 8th at the Vintage Light Coffee and Tea house. It's in the old Kona Coast spot.&lt;br /&gt;Just think ShopKo by the theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get two of my windows replaced in this old house of mine, but it seems like everyone who claims they're going to do it...bales. It's very frustrating, but I'm sure that&lt;br /&gt;at some point it will get done. I hope that I don't loose to much heat from the window this&lt;br /&gt;winter.&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ezb8bLhe8I81FZW3Dt0Qpw"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/trevor.marty/SQJVeyT730I/AAAAAAAAAW8/2s7VcnRpcPA/s144/broken_windows.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/trevor.marty/4blogs"&gt;4blogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh well, so much for this entry.&lt;br /&gt;Trevor</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6510982130715381450' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=6510982130715381450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6510982130715381450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6510982130715381450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6510982130715381450' title='Painting,  and being sick'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/trevor.marty/SQJSi9EEm8I/AAAAAAAAAW0/pgmwRj2VmPk/s72-c/oil-rig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-9137012566309767840</id><published>2008-09-28T19:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:56:41.763-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-09-28T19:56:41.763-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Session Work</title><content type='html'>Howdy Folks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everyone's doing okay on this fine fine day.&lt;br /&gt;Im still trying to figure out this podcasting thing.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bunch of stuff to put out there and I think everyone&lt;br /&gt;would really dig on. Well, bit by bit I'll figure it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing this with a point and now have plum &lt;br /&gt;forgot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kind folks at McLooney Tunes Studio and I have been &lt;br /&gt;working hard at getting this next disk out, and beleive&lt;br /&gt;it or not it's about half-way finished. Haveing said that&lt;br /&gt;I will also say that I think it's taking forever, but thats&lt;br /&gt;only because of the day job. It takes a bunch of time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;If you want to hear a couple of tunes from it go to www.myspace.com/trevormarty&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of tunes from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for names for this project so if ya feel like being creative&lt;br /&gt;just send me your ideas.&lt;br /&gt;so far I've just got these&lt;br /&gt;Convict Songs&lt;br /&gt;Scoundral&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbay&lt;br /&gt;The Trolls are coming Hide the Children..(Im partial to this one but Sue isn't)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, enough for now.&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to vote, and support local artists&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Marty</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=9137012566309767840' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=9137012566309767840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=9137012566309767840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=9137012566309767840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=9137012566309767840' title='Session Work'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-7416431549971184663</id><published>2008-09-11T15:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T15:40:18.147-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-09-11T15:40:18.147-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FyH0he86tgM/SMmCMqiEXAI/AAAAAAAAASA/mHfGF-QHgAA/s1600-h/KWRbw-718149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FyH0he86tgM/SMmCMqiEXAI/AAAAAAAAASA/mHfGF-QHgAA/s320/KWRbw-718149.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244866395136875522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyH0he86tgM/SMmCMtiKPVI/AAAAAAAAASI/lllJ52u6DjQ/s1600-h/miniolian2-718929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FyH0he86tgM/SMmCMtiKPVI/AAAAAAAAASI/lllJ52u6DjQ/s320/miniolian2-718929.JPG"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244866395942567250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr"&gt;Hey I would like to see if this will work. &lt;br&gt;If it does than I can just email a little letter &lt;br&gt;to the blog and everyone will be able to read it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yippie. &lt;br&gt;Cross your toes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Trevor&lt;br clear="all"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.trevormarty.com"&gt;www.trevormarty.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/trevormarty"&gt;www.myspace.com/trevormarty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/trevormarty"&gt;www.cdbaby.com/trevormarty&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=7416431549971184663' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=7416431549971184663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=7416431549971184663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=7416431549971184663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=7416431549971184663' title='testing'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FyH0he86tgM/SMmCMqiEXAI/AAAAAAAAASA/mHfGF-QHgAA/s72-c/KWRbw-718149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-3771898347820827358</id><published>2008-02-24T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:19:48.783-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-04-10T14:19:48.783-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>royalty free sound effects</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;By now everyone has heard of and even hung out and listened to differant podcasts right? We've all got our favorite ones too.  Some of my favorites are on NPR.  They have a bunch of stuff.  I once downloaded an interview with Alisson Kraus and Robert Plant on their new album. &lt;br /&gt;Another great place to find some tastey little podcast treats is across the pond. Goto the bbc's website. HOLY SWEET AND SOUR PORK RINDS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many folks here remember listening to old time radio shows?  I would turn out the lights in my room and go to sleep listening to the Shadow, or War of the Worlds. &lt;br /&gt;Great Googly Mooglies!!! Boy did that scare the willies out of me.  I must admit that in my opinion the most underrated person on the team (back then) was the sound effect people. &lt;br /&gt;Thats the stuff which really made the story great!!!!&lt;br /&gt;That being said I found a wonderful site that has a bunch of freedie as in royalty free sound effects. &lt;br /&gt;Everything from humpback whales to warfare.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to post any of those things right into this blog or I'd do just that.&lt;br /&gt;But I do know how to post the link to their site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.partnersinrhyme.com/&gt;Royalty Free Music and Sound Effects&lt;/a&gt; Download the music and sound effects you need for your multimedia project today at Partners In Rhyme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is really fun stuff folks, so come on by and have a great ole time.&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes in the coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3771898347820827358' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=3771898347820827358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3771898347820827358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3771898347820827358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3771898347820827358' title='royalty free sound effects'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-6004316650916335107</id><published>2008-02-10T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:19:47.958-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-04-10T14:19:47.958-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor Marty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summertime'/><title type='text'>bit of a story I started writing...what do ya think?</title><content type='html'>Floyd’s Big Adventure&lt;br /&gt;                T.A.Marty&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;                     The Spider Twins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        "Henry Bugsworth Longfellow couldn't have written a better poem than mine," complained Floyd.  He couldn’t figure out why his poem, "Bugs need Loving too" wasn't accepted into the school newspaper.  He even knew it by heart.&lt;br /&gt;" 'B' is for beautiful&lt;br /&gt;  'U' is for ultra-violet distinguishing gentle waves of ...&lt;br /&gt;  'G'rrrrrravy boat needs.&lt;br /&gt;  'Swinging in a necessary cellular memory&lt;br /&gt;              All it means is&lt;br /&gt; Bugs need loving too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    His friend, Joany tried not to laugh to hard at what she bet was the five hundredth time he had tried writing a poem.   She was really nice and very supportive of his adventures in writing.  She always went to the poetry readings he went to, and she always asked questions she figured were important. Things like, "What did you mean when you said 'ultra-violet'?"  But there was no getting around the fact that Floyd just couldn't write.  &lt;br /&gt;    Joany and Floyd met when  he was on a street corner reciting his poetry.  What made her interested in him was that she thought he was just being funny.  That he was making up dumb stuff and it was just a big gag.  Eventually though she just thought he was sweet.  He was determined there wasn’t anything that would stop him.  He was out to write the best poem in the world; Floyd wanted to find the one that would make people dance, shout, declare peace, and maybe even cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Nera the crow was the oldest living thing around, next to the trees. She is so old that no one remembers when she was born.  She has just always been around and everyone knows that she’s magical, because how else would she have stayed alive since forever.  Even people who don’t beleave in such things beleave in her.  It was Nera that put an end to that silly war between the Moles and the Beavers, and it was her again who helped little Shawn Taylor, the farmers boy, find his way back home when he got lost in Dandelion woods.  Nera has always been the one to announce the coming of spring, and the arrival of Autumn.  She is the bravest, and the strongest of all the critters.  If she does ever die the whole world around Dorian creek will miss her.  So everyone knows about her, but not everyone knows that she is terribly absent minded, and always looses her keys.  As a matter of fact she even grants people wishes who help to find her keys.  This is what Floyd had found in the library at his school.    &lt;br /&gt;It was a warm spring day and the two of them were studying for there last big test of the school year when Floyd came across the story about Nera.  The stories all told about how absent minded she was and how she granted wishes to the people who find her key.&lt;br /&gt;      "Joany, check this out!  There’s this story on that old crow named Nera. It says that she will give you whatever you wish for as long as you can find her key.  This is just what I've been looking for! It says she lives somewhere across the river.   Lets go down there and look after school huh?" Floyd pleaded and begged.  “Today is the last day of school, summer vacation starts today after the last bell.  Please....”  He even promised to change his smelly socks if she'd go but to know avail.  &lt;br /&gt;    Joany wanted nothing to do with that side of town. Ever since, that big man creature squashed her second cousin through marriage on her mother’s side, she was never the same.  His name was Frederick Dragonfly and he had the biggest wings of any bug she knew. When the sun hit them right she could see rainbows shining through.  He used to drive a bottle cap taxicab with his big wings. You’d sit inside the cap and he would pick you up from behind and away you'd go, and since he was so big if it rained you would be protected by his body.  He brought Joany to see her grandmother’s new place on Christmas one year.  Little Joany hadn’t realized that dragonflies could fly so fast considering her little Japanese Beetle wings were only good enough to float on a breeze. While Floyd was simply out of luck because Caterpillars can’t fly at all.  She remembered like it was yesterday.  It was so cold that she had to wear leggings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “Hey Floyd I have a Christmas present for you.”  She handed him a very squishy present wrapped in last Sunday’s comics.&lt;br /&gt;    “Joany! I thought that we weren’t going to give each other presents this year.  We were going to try and be humble and not get anything.  We were going to give things to the Toys for Tot’s organization.”  Floyd didn’t know what to do because this meant that he was in the dog house, because he hadn’t got her anything.&lt;br /&gt;    “I know but I just couldn’t pass these up.  I hope you’re not upset, because it’s really little.  When I saw them I totally needed to get them for you they have your name written all over them.”  She loved to build the anticipation.  He couldn’t take it any longer, and tore the paper away in great rips and what lay beneath... Socks with pens and paper printed all over the outside.  &lt;br /&gt;    “Hey these are so cool that I’m putting them on now!”  He sat right down in the snow took his old ones off and put the new ones on.&lt;br /&gt;    “Well I have to go to my grandma’s house now so Merry Christmas.”  She gave him a quick hug and then took off at a run for her mothers house letting him out of the trouble he was sure he was in.  He walked home smiling in his new socks. When she got there Fredrick Dragonfly was already waiting for her.  She was very excited because it was going to be her first time getting a ride in his taxi cab all by herself.  &lt;br /&gt;    “You’re late little girl,” she really didn’t need her mother to tell her what she already knew.&lt;br /&gt;    “ Yes I had to give Floyd his present; I got him socks.  I’m so excited Fredrick, and I am totally ready.”&lt;br /&gt;    “All right I have big comforter for you to cuddle up in while I’m flying.”  He was so big that he had to duck low so that he wouldn’t hit his head on the ceiling and his wings were pulled in very tight to his body.  Fredrick had huge gentle black eyes, and he always wore a smile on his face.  He had wings that were almost see through except in the sun when they would cast rainbows across the streets that he was flying through.  Now he was tucking her into the great big green comforter and getting ready to fly.&lt;br /&gt;    “Hold on tight Joany, here we go.”  Up and up into the sky they flew, higher than Joany had ever been before.   The blanket was warm and Joany was glowing from the inside out.  She had never been to frightened of anything and now they were going so fast that the lights became little streamers.  They looked like lines of white in a field of darkening night.  They were going west to the other side of town and she could just make out the last of the sunset in the distance with its purple turning slowly to black, and the first of the stars showing behind her.  She couldn’t imagine herself being any happier then she was right now.  Perhaps she is glowing like the other stars in the same sky.  The cool wind was blowing turning her cheeks nice and rosy just like Santa Clause.  This is what freedom felt like to her.  She didn’t have any school work to do, she was on her way to her grandma’s for Christmas, and she was flying.  Not just flying but going faster and higher then she had ever gone before.  Joany was so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "How many times do I have to tell you that I am not now nor will I ever be going to that side of town again. You know what happened to my poor cousin Frederick.  Because of what that big man creature did he will never see his baby dragonflies graduate college or see his grand babies."  Joany was being as firm as she could without hurting his feelings.  She didn’t want to go over the river to that side of town.  She didn’t feel strong enough, but the truth of the matter was that her Grandma lived over there, not to mention Frederick’s widow and children.&lt;br /&gt;    "Look," he pleaded, "I know what happened to him was terrible but you can't stay on this side forever, especially when all your relatives live over there. Why don't we have a nice slow walk over the bridge and go to your Grandma’s?  It will be nice to see the river where we where born. We can skip rocks, go swimming, and even have a camp out.  It'll be fun!  We will get the whole gang to come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Yes,” said Joany pondering, “That would be fun.  Sedrick and Tony, the Irish Potato bug brothers will come, and Spaz the Lightening Bug loves to be out at night playing games.”  Joany was starting to change her mind.  Maybe things would be okay after all they had studied hard the last few weeks and having a little camp out would be wonderful.  Floyd loved to see her exited about something.  She would get a twinkle in her eyes and then away she'd go with the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    “There’s the bell. I have class, but I'll tell the Potato clan if you tell the Lightening family. We'll meet by the clock tower after school, and all walk together."  He got up and was off to class as fast as he could go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "So where are the brothers?" Joany asked?  She was frustrated because she didn't think she did very well on one of her tests. Now that summer vacation was here she wouldn't be able to and find out anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;    The clock tower had always been the place were everyone would meet.  It had as many memories as blades of grass blowing around.  Picnics and school dances were held their.  Every year a midsummer dance was held at that very spot.  It was the best part of summer vacation.  Parents and teachers would come with the smaller kids in tow.  It was a time for everyone to connect and just have fun, with no expectations.  It had been going on for so many years that nobody could count that high. Many of the folks with children now had met their first sweetheart there.  It looked like a small version of ‘Big Ben’ yet it still stood way above there heads.  It was standing watchful on a concrete slab in the center of a three foot circle. When you came up from the bridge you saw it standing; telling time for everyone.  And was the perfect place to skateboard, or start an adventure.&lt;br /&gt;    "They had to ask their Mom,” Floyd replied, “ but Sedrick says he'll probably have to meet us at his house because he has some chores to do first.  And Tony's grounded on account of getting an 'F' in math." Floyd explained as he came up next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Spaz said she'd meet up with us at the bridge, so we should get going." Joany said.  Spaz the Lightening bug was just as her name promised she would be.  She had ADHD, and even though she was on medicine to slow her down she was still the class clown.  She was always jumping around in her seat and lighting her tail for all the kids to see, and laugh.  She's from a split family, and she didn't get to see her Dad much, so it was just her and her Mom.  Her Mom worked a lot but was really nice and everyone loved her.  Spaz had nice foldable wings and cute brown hair, which always bounced around in a ponytail on top of her head.  &lt;br /&gt;    "Cool, I'm glad that Spaz can go, she makes everything so fun. Oh do you the time when she was in the school play, and her tail wouldn't stop blinking on and off?!  Ha ha ha!"&lt;br /&gt;    "Floyd, don't you dare bring that up to her, she was so embarrassed!  She was just learning how to use it.  If you say anything about that to her I won’t ever speak to you again," Joany was almost yelling at him she was so serious.&lt;br /&gt;    "Okay, Okay I won't say anything. I wasn't going to anyway.  Geez!”  He wasn't laughing anymore, just looking down at all eight of his feet.  She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;    "Sorry, but I get kind of protective of her.  Hey, there she is. Spaz! Over here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Spaz was looking down from the middle of the bridge and throwing rocks into the water.  She was the same size as the others and was wearing glasses.&lt;br /&gt;    "I didn't know you wore glasses Spaz," said Floyd.&lt;br /&gt;    "Yes, I just got them yesterday.  I was just about to throw them in the river when you saw me.  Do you want to throw rocks at them instead?" She was excited and bouncing on the balls of her feet.&lt;br /&gt;    "No way!  Don't do that.  I did that to mine when I first got them and man, did I get in trouble.  I was grounded for like a month," he said.  They walked over the bridge and continued down the bike path on the other side.  It was a beautiful summer afternoon, and the river was just meandering lazily along while they walked along in silence lost in their own little after-school world.  The leaves swam through sunlight as it fell like water from the sky.  They stopped at each of their homes to grab camping gear and food.  All of their parents thought it was a great idea, and this was probably because it would leave them time to themselves.  When they finally got to Sedrick’s house, they could see little kids everywhere.  Nobody knew which ones were his sisters and brothers.  His mother ran a daycare, so there were always little kids around.&lt;br /&gt;    "Ma!”  Hollered one little girl as she ran up to them.  She had the brightest red hair and biggest freckles all over a dirty face.  "Sedrick’s friends are here!"  She continued to run toward them jumping up and down asking, "Can I come too?  Can I come too? Please!"  The little group of friends didn't know what to say.  Then Spaz the spontaneous Lightening Bug scooped her in her arms and flew around the top of the house a couple of times.  The little girl giggled and giggled, and when Spaz finally put her down she just begged to do it all over again.                    &lt;br /&gt;    "I see you've made a friend ,”said Sedrick as he hurried out of the house drying his hands.  "I was just finishing up the dishes.  Let me get my camping gear.”&lt;br /&gt;    "Please Sed, let me come along?  Please? I won’t be a bother.”  She was holding his hand and tugging on his pants.&lt;br /&gt;    "No you can't come along.  This is big kid stuff.   Ma! Tell her she can't come."  His mother came over to him, grabbed the little girl in her big arms and held her tight even though she was squirming.&lt;br /&gt;    "No, you can't go with them.  I have some important stuff for you to do here. I'm making a cake and I need a taster.  Do you think you could help me with that?" His mother always knew the right thing to say to distract someone’s attention.&lt;br /&gt;    "I'll bring you back a magic rock," Sedrick promised and then he ran inside to get his stuff.&lt;br /&gt;    "What’s your name?" asked Spaz as she walked with the pretty red-haired girl.&lt;br /&gt;    "I'm Elizabeth. Will you make sure my brother brings me back a rock?  Make it a really cool one with stripes and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;    "Sure, I'll whip the tar out of him if he doesn't," Spaz laughed.&lt;br /&gt;    "Sed, do you have enough food to last you till tomorrow afternoon?" his mother asked affectionately.&lt;br /&gt;    "Yeah,  but we’ll be gone until supper tomorrow.  I hope that's OK,” he knew he was pushing his luck but everything turned out OK and she let him stay until then.&lt;br /&gt;    "Okay but if you miss supper, you will be joining your brother in his grounding."&lt;br /&gt;    Soon Sedrick and the whole gang were on their way again, and everyone was eating homemade bread and jelly sandwiches his mother had made for them.  The day began to unwind, as they stepped off the bike bath onto a well-worn footpath.  It ran alongside the river and had for so many years that thousands of little feet had worn a groove into the earth.  From their parents to their grandparents had wandered alongside this river.  Trees grew thick here they were giants that felt like old friends shading them from the sun.  These same giants had been protecting the footpaths passengers for hundreds of years.  &lt;br /&gt;    ***The sun was turning day to dusk and everyone began thinking about building a campfire, and setting up for the night.  They had walked quite a few miles when they came upon a nice clearing in the woods.  It was just fifty yards from the bank of the river and it was just big enough to set up tents and build a campfire.   Everyone had been in the 'Bug Scouts' and knew fire safety and containment.  In fact, they had just received their ‘Camping Badge'.  As everyone set up their tents the birds n the trees sang them a lullaby.  By the time they finished, the sun had set and they had build a nice fire.  Spaz had gone to visit some cousins she hardly ever saw who lived nearby. The others were just relaxing and the fire was blazing.&lt;br /&gt;    "So how do you think you did on the herbology test, Sed?" Floyd asked from across the fire.  All he could see of Sed was the yellow glow of firelight.  The waves of heat barely reached Floyd, but everything around Sedrick was a blur.&lt;br /&gt;    "Pretty good, I didn't have a lot of time to study because my sister was being a brat, but overall I think I did Okay."&lt;br /&gt;    Joany chimed in now, "I think I did terrible, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it.  I just know I could've done so much better, if I had only studied more." She always said those kinds of things even though she was getting the best marks in the class.&lt;br /&gt;    "Yeah,  right.  You’re doing better than everyone else, and tutor half the class, you could possibly have done that bad.  You’re such a silly bug."  Floyd teased her as he tickled her ribs.  They eventually became quiet, and started to drift in and out of sleep. Then suddenly they became keenly aware of everything around them.  There was painful silence in the woods- and even the cricket’s stopped singing.  The three of them stood up and to look around.&lt;br /&gt;    “SNAP!”, a stick broke.  Somebody was watching them.&lt;br /&gt;    "Spaz is that you?" Joany asked in a cracking voice.  No one answered, the quiet increased in volume and in intensity.  The only thing sound they could hear besides their heartbeats was the crackling of the fire. Sedrick reached down and grabbed the biggest log he could hold. Floyd did the same.  They took different positions at the fire’s edge, and looked into the night; somebody was coming.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly there was a light in the distance and the sound of wrestling and yelling.  It was Spaz blinking her butt on and off and shouting.  Sedrick ran into the woods toward the sounds of the struggle.&lt;br /&gt;    Suddenly, Floyd heard something rush through the woods. It was getting closer, and roaring like a human.  Floyd was so scared he closed his eyes.  He started to swing his club preparing himself for anything that would come.  In an instant there was a tremendous sound and a  struggle. The club was wrenched from his grasp and he found himself wrapped in something sticky and hanging from a tree.  There was only laughter below him, but from where he was hanging he could see where Sedrick had gone to help Spaz. And from what he could see they where wrestling with...&lt;br /&gt;    "Fernando Spider!!!  What were you thinking?" Floyd yelled out from his sticky height.  Just as he yelled, Sed and Spaz got the better of their eight-legged friend and tackled him.  It was at that moment Floyd saw another spider dangling in front of him laughing her fool head off.&lt;br /&gt;    "Rosa Spider! You let him down right now," Joany commanded.  She could sound very parental when she wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;    "Okay, if you insist."  She cut the tie that was holding him and down he fell with a clump!  Into the thick soft grass.&lt;br /&gt;    When everyone came back to regroup, the spider twins were still giggling.&lt;br /&gt;    "We just wanted to come along, but since you didn't invite us we had hurt feelings, so we decided to play a joke on you," Rosa said.  The two of them were still smiling, and giggling.&lt;br /&gt;    "We’re sorry we didn't invite you.  We should have asked," Spaz and Sedrick said together.&lt;br /&gt;    "I thought about it, but figured you had stuff to do," said Joany.&lt;br /&gt;    "Well now that you're here, lets have some 'S'mores," said Floyd.  They all talked into the night and fell asleep one by one next to the campfire in their sleeping bags.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6004316650916335107' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=6004316650916335107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6004316650916335107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6004316650916335107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6004316650916335107' title='bit of a story I started writing...what do ya think?'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-8319931836998296118</id><published>2008-02-03T22:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:19:47.408-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-04-10T14:19:47.408-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Cool New entry.</title><content type='html'>Howdy Folks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sue and I just played our 2nd show ever, and our first one at Starbucks. &lt;br&gt;It was so great that we got a couple of photos. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yippie!!!&lt;br&gt;There's also a couple of videos near the bottom for you to check out.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="267" width="400" data="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ftrevor.marty%2Falbumid%2F5162950884786207377%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="float:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/trevor.marty/Shows" style="color:3964c2"&gt;View Album&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/getEmbed" style="color:3964c2"&gt;Get your own&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wayfaring Stranger&lt;br&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="355" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tkQpEKNOd8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1tkQpEKNOd8&amp;rel=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Cheating Heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="355" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/-hSyVfb0LZo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-hSyVfb0LZo&amp;rel=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BEst Wishes&lt;br&gt;Trevor</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=8319931836998296118' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=8319931836998296118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=8319931836998296118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=8319931836998296118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=8319931836998296118' title='Cool New entry.'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-7093750924240906709</id><published>2008-01-23T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:19:46.813-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-04-10T14:19:46.813-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>unca_t's nightmare (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Howdy Folks-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This blog entry is a bit heavier than normal, but with a nice refreshing side order too.&lt;br&gt;I just wanted to let everyone know how lucky I feel to have you all as friends yes all six hundred and something of you, and to still be around and kicken.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sue and I were just in a terrible car accident. We were driving just fine in all this snow, and suddenly this car is facing south in a northbound lane.  With cars to my right and my left, and a bunch of them behind ...  well you know the rest. &lt;br&gt;At the end of it all there were like 10 cars piled up on either side of the expressway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not to long ago I broke my wrist, the dr's found it necessary to put some metal in it to keep it going. Then they told me I'd never play music again.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These songs were all composed after that accident.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just hit play.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="width:380px; height:170px; overflow:hidden; position:relative"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="170" width="380" data="http://www.soundclick.com/widgets/creatives/mp3PlayerVIP.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.soundclick.com/widgets/creatives/mp3PlayerVIP.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="flashvars" value="bandid=480416&amp;ext=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="width:150px; position:relative; top:-170px; height:170px; float:left"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=480416"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soundclick.com/images/navigation/blank1x1.gif" border="0" width="150" height="170"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="width:230px; position:relative; top:-28px; height:28px; float:left"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/default.cfm?bandID=480416"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.soundclick.com/images/navigation/blank1x1.gif" border="0" width="230" height="28"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDExMDY3MTMyNDEmcHQ9MTIwMTEwNjcxNzk2OCZwPTE1ODM2MSZkPSZuPQ==.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You will find the pictures below will explain it all. &lt;br&gt;Nothing stops the human spirit. Nothing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How does this accident connect to that one?  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Both could have been worse, both were life changing.&lt;br&gt;What I have gotten out of this one is that I am very greatful for being alive.&lt;br&gt;Very greatful that I have been able to share my joy...aka my music to folks all over the place, and very greatful to have met most of you either on line or in RL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best Wishes &lt;br&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Ftrevor.marty%2Falbumid%2F5104978199535392721%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=7093750924240906709' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=7093750924240906709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=7093750924240906709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=7093750924240906709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=7093750924240906709' title='unca_t&amp;#39;s nightmare (again)'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-6677855826785293073</id><published>2008-01-18T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:19:46.346-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2008-04-10T14:19:46.346-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tastee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video new song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give a heart a home'/><title type='text'>Crazy ass show</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Glory Be and Howdy Folks-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope that everyone is having a wonderful day.   I am having a beautiful day off. &lt;br&gt;I have to work this weekend, but then starting Monday I am on VACATION!!!!&lt;br&gt;With no plans I and Sue will be drinking beer, watching movies in pj's, and the rest none of you_Z need to know...&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, one thing I wanted to do here is thank everyone who has helped to support this skinny, hippietype musician over all these years.  I love that you come to my shows and buy the cd's. I love that everytime I check on my blog there's like 8 or 10 views a day even when I haven't put anything up.  I wish I could have a party and invite everyone to it, because yawl rock!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Okay now I have a surprise for you guys.&lt;br&gt;Here is a really neato video of me playing SMB in front of over 300 people!!!&lt;br&gt;It was also simulcast to at least two other states. I hope you enjoy it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best Wishes&lt;br&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="355" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfI1yuYzSzI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xfI1yuYzSzI&amp;rel=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6677855826785293073' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=6677855826785293073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6677855826785293073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6677855826785293073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6677855826785293073' title='Crazy ass show'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-5860043076261009362</id><published>2007-12-30T15:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T15:44:19.714-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-12-30T15:44:19.714-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Band Names and New Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy Folks-&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to send off this little blog entry before that old new years coming rolling around. The last one of the year. &lt;br /&gt;Every year I have the same resolution "to foster a healthy phuk it attitude".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to just wish everyone the best of days for the now and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to let you know that Sue and I had our first show a few nights ago. &lt;br /&gt;It went wonderfully, and now we need a band name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two videos will explain it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Wishes&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is us asking for your help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RwkIBUuZRA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-RwkIBUuZRA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is us playing so you have an example to go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TgqHmPTq08&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_TgqHmPTq08&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5860043076261009362' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=5860043076261009362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5860043076261009362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5860043076261009362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5860043076261009362' title='Band Names and New Years'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-2342448731051094436</id><published>2007-12-08T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T17:11:20.856-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-12-08T17:11:20.856-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Happy HoliDAZE</title><content type='html'>Howdy Folks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am in the midst of writing a biggie blog on Justice, but it is taking me a bit longer than expected. &lt;br&gt;I'm not entirely sure how to begin it ya know. &lt;br&gt;Justice is a very biggie thingy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;Strong&gt;Anyway&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is a little song that Sue and I recorded this morning. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We hope you enjoy it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy HOlidays and all that rot.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best Wishes&lt;br&gt;Trevor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="355" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/jURFhhGFw9k&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jURFhhGFw9k&amp;rel=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=2342448731051094436' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=2342448731051094436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=2342448731051094436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=2342448731051094436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=2342448731051094436' title='Happy HoliDAZE'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-8897756603415488032</id><published>2007-11-21T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T17:03:07.342-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-11-21T17:03:07.342-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>new Vid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Howdy Folks-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just thought I'd send everyone a little howdy and best wishes for a very very happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Best wishes&lt;br&gt;Trevor&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="355" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5GRttLEtkc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y5GRttLEtkc&amp;rel=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; :cool:</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=8897756603415488032' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=8897756603415488032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=8897756603415488032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=8897756603415488032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=8897756603415488032' title='new Vid'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-5994200959073438227</id><published>2007-11-10T12:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T12:28:47.804-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-11-10T12:28:47.804-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Spiritual Healing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Howdy Folks&lt;br&gt;Here's a differant kind of entry for me, but it's been on my mind lately.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've been thinking about this lately, and this idea calm's me.&lt;br&gt;It's the idea that somehow we are all moving in a wonderfully&lt;br&gt;beautiful direction.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;One of my biggest and hardest lessons has been &lt;br&gt;     •that the universe has positive things in store for me, &lt;br&gt;     •and that I am going in the right direction. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;All the choices I have made in my short time here&lt;br&gt;on this planet have brought me to this moment. &lt;br&gt;It's an epiphanic moment when everything comes together, and&lt;br&gt; shines. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Sunshine on a river in the summer.&lt;br&gt;That's how I felt as I walked into my home after signing a crap-ton&lt;br&gt;of paperwork.  Now I realize that "things" shouldn't really or can't really &lt;br&gt;give someone a feeling.  The reason they do...in my opinion&lt;br&gt;is that they were a goal.  Continuing with the example of my&lt;br&gt;home. When I walked through the doors after it was mine this glorious &lt;br&gt;calms descended on me. I felt as if all things were in order. &lt;br&gt;A goal of mine had been accomplished.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;But how does this relate to the title, Spiritual Healing?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Perhaps we have to look at our own lives. &lt;br&gt;In my life at least in the beginning I learned what it was to &lt;br&gt;be a victim. The first almost 18 years of my life was all &lt;br&gt;about surviving to the next second.  I mean that in no&lt;br&gt;half-assed slacker kind of way either.  It was and is a mean &lt;br&gt;way to raise children. To be the victim of domestic violence&lt;br&gt;for many years makes for a long recovery. &lt;br&gt;(I think I said that right)&lt;br&gt;Spiritual healing for me is all about being free and still alive.&lt;br&gt;I know that's a very broad definition, but it's the best I can &lt;br&gt;do for now. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It's hard to focus on to 'pan' &lt;br&gt;out (like a miner's gold) these ideas. &lt;br&gt;  &lt;br&gt;I want them to be that same gold in the bottom of the &lt;br&gt;pan. Sometimes though ideas take a little longer. &lt;br&gt;Perhaps this spiritual healing is more like springtime than &lt;br&gt;panning for gold.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;It takes water, love, sunshine, and weeding.&lt;br&gt;Then one day a person walks into their garden and&lt;br&gt;up it's shot overnight an idea right through the ground. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Best of luck in all things&lt;br&gt;Trevor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/trevormarty" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/47/121518866_10c052557f.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="pasta" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5994200959073438227' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=5994200959073438227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5994200959073438227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5994200959073438227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5994200959073438227' title='Spiritual Healing'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-3823927139259953156</id><published>2007-11-09T10:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T10:44:25.699-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-11-09T10:44:25.699-06:00</app:edited><title type='text'>recipe and vid.</title><content type='html'>Hey there folks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought that I'd share one of my all time favorite recipe's, &lt;br /&gt;and I just discovered it yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yippie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so my recipe is as follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 LBS of medium shrimp&lt;br /&gt;1 tbls rosemary&lt;br /&gt;1 tsp red pepper flakes&lt;br /&gt;2tbls olive oil&lt;br /&gt;a couple garlic cloves.&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil in skillet w/ garlic medium heat&lt;br /&gt;throw in rosemary, pepper flakes, and shrimp&lt;br /&gt;@ the same time. Cook till done.&lt;br /&gt;I used tiny shrimps, and they were precooked &lt;br /&gt;and frozen because they just don't get fresh stuff &lt;br /&gt;here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also boiled a bunch of spiral noodles and threw the&lt;br /&gt;whole mess together. BAM!!&lt;br /&gt;Boy it's quite a bunch of flavor, and it's quite warm too.&lt;br /&gt;So with kids you might want to tone down the pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best of luck in all things.&lt;br /&gt;Trevor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS and here is a wonderful video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIp05yhDmHE&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JIp05yhDmHE&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3823927139259953156' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=3823927139259953156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3823927139259953156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3823927139259953156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3823927139259953156' title='recipe and vid.'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-6611757672598524618</id><published>2007-10-31T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:14:39.740-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-10-31T10:14:39.740-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>sunday morning coming down</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;The other morning, it was a Sunday, I woke up Gently. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;I capitalized the word because it was just that cool.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="111"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;It was &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;ST1:TIME Hour="9" Minute="0"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;nine o'clock&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/ST1:TIME&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt; when Sue and I pulled ourselves out &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="168"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;of bed. The sun came shouting through what was left of &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="225"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;orange, red, brown, and yellow leaves landing on drowzy &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="283"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;frosted white grass like a kid with a brand new cap gun. &lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;The temperature had dropped and &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="338"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Jack Frost had left his present on the lawn.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="338"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt; I just love that part of autumn. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="419"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;My birthday is in November and it used to be a hateful time&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="419"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;because suddenly it was colder and I had to go back to school.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="419"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Now however it's all about a simple few moments of&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="419"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;reflection. Some mirror talk...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="419"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;        "Howdy Fellah, you kick ass."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="419"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Coffee in one hand and binoculars in the other &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="469"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;I went to the window to watch everything &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="512"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;wake up. I saw all these birds not to mention&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="565"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;red squirrels, gray squirrels, a couple of dogs, our cats &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="625"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;-- (Which are an entirely different story) -- all kinds of&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="683"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;life seemed to be rejoicing in the morning. We were,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="683"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;all of us hanging out, and having breakfast together.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="771"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Seemed like every winter bird I knew plus some of the &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="827"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;'Heavy duty' summer fellahs were at the feeders. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="878"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Some crazy Woodpeckers, lots of Sparrows of different &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="934"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Varieties, a gaggle of Cardinals, shit tons of Chickadees, and they &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1004"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;brought their cousins, the Nuthatches, oh and how could I &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1064"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;forget about Winter Wrens.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1092"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1093"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;  &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1097"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;What's my point in telling you this? &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1135"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Well here goes.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1152"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Gas just jumped up because Mr. Bush (he's not my president)&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1213"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;decided to do a little saber rattling with &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;ST1:COUNTRY-REGION&gt;&lt;ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Iran&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;/ST1:COUNTRY-REGION&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt; again. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1271"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt; And the best guess that anyone has is that it's not &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1326"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;going back down, and even if it did what about &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1375"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;the environment?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1393"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Everywhere a person turns the negative stuff is &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1443"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;jumping down our throats, and an election is about to start.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1505"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Which means a lot of smear campaigns and no one likes that.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1566"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Not to mention winter is coming, and that means &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1566"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;below zero temperatures and ice storms.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1566"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;If you look at it there's a bunch of things to be &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1566"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;freaked out about. Oh and I almost forgot &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1566"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;about that paranoid idea about 2012.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1566"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;   "A giant hippo shaped asteroid is barreling&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1566"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;    down on us man."&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1662"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1662"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;But there is also a lot of neato &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1699"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;stuff still going on too. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1727"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1728"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Let's make a pact you and I.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1757"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Here is it. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1771"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Although, we will remain educated folks watching &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1771"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;the news, reading the paper;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1849"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;we will not forget to add a healthy bit of that &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1849"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;all essential "Phuk It!" to the soup.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1849"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Not forget to smile, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1849"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;not forget to watch the sunrise,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1849"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;look for shooting stars, play with someone or thing, &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1849"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;buy a teddy bear, feed the birds.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1849"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1849"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt; Anything so long as we don't forget to laugh.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P goog_docs_charIndex="1849"&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Comic Sans MS'"&gt;Don't forget to laugh.&lt;br&gt;BTW here is another little video we made this same Sunday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="355" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLYI1E7tGgw&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zLYI1E7tGgw&amp;rel=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;O:P&gt;&lt;/O:P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6611757672598524618' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=6611757672598524618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6611757672598524618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6611757672598524618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=6611757672598524618' title='sunday morning coming down'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-4315888112100761365</id><published>2007-10-18T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T16:24:54.528-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-10-18T16:24:54.528-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor Marty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tom Waites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Temptation.'/><title type='text'>Turtles are just so cool!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Howdy Everyone-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have begun to put on video some of the songs that I have been playing at shows for a long time now.  Here is one of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="350" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LpEqOrT6K8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LpEqOrT6K8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope you enjoy it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wishing you the best!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;Trevor Marty &lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4315888112100761365' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=4315888112100761365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4315888112100761365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4315888112100761365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4315888112100761365' title='Turtles are just so cool!!!'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-3774716551576948965</id><published>2007-10-15T21:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:38:45.123-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-10-15T21:38:45.123-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>I see myself in this guy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one man or woman band idea is honestly one of the bravest things to do. &lt;br /&gt;I mean here are a couple of them, and I'll let you decide.&lt;br /&gt;I can kinda get with this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it would be so fun, and a little embarrassing, but way fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLK7pygf6Ao"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLK7pygf6Ao" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQU13H96PuY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fQU13H96PuY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this guy really has a new flavor on the one man band thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMOdXH0M2JU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yMOdXH0M2JU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great wishes to you&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cdbaby.com/trevormarty"&gt;www.cdbaby.com/trevormarty&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3774716551576948965' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=3774716551576948965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3774716551576948965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3774716551576948965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3774716551576948965' title='I see myself in this guy...'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-4609311278073025086</id><published>2007-09-30T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T20:44:47.571-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-09-30T20:44:47.571-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Feeling a bit playful</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hey there Folks-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy I sure was wishing that it would have been a bit brighter than it was here.&lt;br&gt;I don't think that sun came out once. It was just gray and rainy almost all day, so I went with it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I recorded this song in my kitchen, so you are warned and I was feeling playful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;LOL.&lt;br&gt;Thanks for everything.&lt;br&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object enableJSURL="false" enableHREF="false" saveEmbedTags="true" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowScriptAccess="never" allownetworking="internal" height="350" width="425" data="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntiDOtKldiY"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="internal" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ntiDOtKldiY" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4609311278073025086' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=4609311278073025086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4609311278073025086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4609311278073025086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=4609311278073025086' title='Feeling a bit playful'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-2223313240091145781</id><published>2007-09-22T11:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:56:38.107-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-09-22T11:56:38.107-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video new song'/><title type='text'>New Song</title><content type='html'>Howdy Folks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have just finished eating breakfast, and there is a relative calm in the house.  Sue and I are introducing our cats to one another.  I have never heard such evil sounds.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are having a lovely Saturday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have beenhard at work on the next cd and to prove it I have posted a rough mix of an instrumental song I just finished recording.&lt;br /&gt;Come on by and give it a listen. It's the first one on the myspace player. &lt;br /&gt;It's called Britta-Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is a lovely video of Richard and Linda Thompson doing give a heart a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day. &lt;br /&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGhhAcjA-Ks"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGhhAcjA-Ks" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=2223313240091145781' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=2223313240091145781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=2223313240091145781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=2223313240091145781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=2223313240091145781' title='New Song'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-3645034340837841220</id><published>2007-09-22T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:55:45.982-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-09-22T11:55:45.982-05:00</app:edited><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='richared and linda thompson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give a heart a home'/><title type='text'>New Song</title><content type='html'>Howdy Folks-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have just finished eating breakfast, and there is a relative calm in the house.  Sue and I are introducing our cats to one another.  I have never heard such evil sounds.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you are having a lovely Saturday Morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have beenhard at work on the next cd and to prove it I have posted a rough mix of an instrumental song I just finished recording.&lt;br /&gt;Come on by and give it a listen. It's the first one on the myspace player. &lt;br /&gt;It's called Britta-Katherine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and here is a lovely video of Richard and Linda Thompson doing give a heart a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day. &lt;br /&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGhhAcjA-Ks"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xGhhAcjA-Ks" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3645034340837841220' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=3645034340837841220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3645034340837841220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3645034340837841220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=3645034340837841220' title='New Song'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785972199790511842.post-5688067890226140324</id><published>2007-09-18T21:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:09:19.109-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://purl.org/atom/app#'>2007-09-18T21:09:19.109-05:00</app:edited><title type='text'>Wine and Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Not all that long ago, I was at this crazy convention. It was cool, and all paid for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so Im in this Union called Unite HERE and the local affiliate is "Local 21".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was elected to go as a delegate and check some stuff out. MAN!!!! It was so neato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so if you want to see all my photos from it....Hmmm, maybe I should make a slide show or something....yes, I will.&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time...here is a picture of me speaking in front of the whole bunch of'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, not many just like 300 or so.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know ....you got Mad Respect.&lt;br /&gt;This is as it should be....&lt;br /&gt;(all kidding aside...it was very fun and I did learn a great deal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Luck to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Marty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps look for the slide show it's a_coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/redbeardthegarbagepirate/1405142670/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1054/1405142670_602d146006.jpg" width="375" height="500" alt="speaking in st. louis_edited" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5688067890226140324' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4785972199790511842&amp;postID=5688067890226140324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5688067890226140324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5688067890226140324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.trevormarty.com/blog/index.php?id=5688067890226140324' title='Wine and Song'/><author><name>Trevor Marty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13534515504199867038</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>