<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8' standalone='yes'?><rss version='2.0'><channel><title>My Blog Feed</title><link>http://www.tblog.com/</link><description>A tBlog Blog!</description><lastBuildDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2007 21:27:55 -0700</lastBuildDate><language>en-us</language><item><title><![CDATA[part eight, i think]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/205887</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/205887</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Since Greg was fourteen, there had been few days when he had eaten anything but egg whites, broccoli, strawberries, peanut butter, or ice cream, and few days when he had drunken anything but water die... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/205887'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[working out]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/199447</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/199447</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Greg and Tatiana finally started a bottle of wine together a month after beginning their final year of college and twenty minutes before starting their second bottle of wine.  Admittedly, I had hoped ... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/199447'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Part seven or whatever.  By the way... I'm a college graduate now... if only i can put that piece of]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/197324</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/197324</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[On occasion, it’s important for an author to step out from behind the veil and remind you, the reader, that your reading isn’t in vein, and that somewhere, somehow, there’s something beautiful a... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/197324'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Part 5?  here goes... we get to find out more about tatiana!!!]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/194677</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/194677</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[And (maybe not so) coincidently, ever since Tatiana was a little girl, she wanted love, perfect love.  Even her mother admits, “When Tati was younger she knew exactly how things would be.  She would... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/194677'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[next part-- this one is more about Greg... it will, of course, even out]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/192522</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/192522</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[“Talking with Tatiana was the best thing that ever happened to me,” Greg wrote months after their conversation on the park bench.  “She gave me the confidence I needed to talk to other girls, an... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/192522'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[I'm tired, so for now, i've stopped writing here... though it's not the greatest stopping place]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/191126</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/191126</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[“So how did the conversation go?” you, the reader, ask.  Well, I can’t tell you.  Or rather, I don't want to tell you.  I’m afraid you will read too much into his words or too much into her bo... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/191126'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Part II (sorry, I've been away on a post-college graduation trip)]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/190244</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/190244</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[A year after their beginning (or lack thereof), Tatiana sat on a park bench reading Jacque la fataliste.  When her eyes tired from reading too much, she’d look up at the sky and imagine that her lif... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/190244'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[the beginning of a new story]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/181823</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/181823</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Part I Tell them lies and they will believe youWhen you’re honest they will deceive youIf you love them they will just leave youBut if you play them they will be with you ... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/181823'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[a letter i could never send!]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/177580</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/177580</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[May 8, 2004Kathleen, I am writing openly because I cannot imagine writing in any other way.  As you know, I have philosophical troubles with truth and trust, so I try as best I can to ... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/177580'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Meditations on Discontent]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/165248</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/165248</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[[i]When I began college four years ago, I never imagined Id find best friends like the ones I had in high school.  I had been lucky, I thought, and luck rarely follows through.  [/i]I met Jam... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/165248'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Angela]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/164073</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/164073</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Angela is a waitress at a hole-in-the-wall bar in West Hollywood, and she feels out-of-sync.  The city is so big and she is so small.  Her arms dangle, her hips are diminutive, and her breasts arent ... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/164073'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[World Hunger]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/162923</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/162923</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[A couple sits alone in the far corner of the hotel dining room.  At a glance, they seem rather ordinary.  She is pallid and skinny, and wears a modest flower-pleated dress.  He is scruffy and long, an... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/162923'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Johnny Dolan]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/162018</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/162018</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Johnny Dolan struts into the hotel dining room with a scantily clad girl hanging on each of his arms.  He wears brown cowboy boots, black leather pants, a muscle shirt, and a sparkling beige cowboy ha... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/162018'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[my writing is taking me where it will, i guess]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/161995</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/161995</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[A stout little man enters the hotel dining room.  He wears a faded blue blazer, an outdated collared shirt, dark blue jeans, and bright red converse tennis shoes.  And his clothing isnt the saddest t... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/161995'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Insanity]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/160726</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/160726</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[(Again, I'm sorry for not continuing with the story.  This is just some rambling)[i]The definition of insanity, they say, is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different ... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/160726'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Grinders]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/152477</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/152477</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I was certain that Chad would eventually kill me.  And I figured hed do it late at night because, well, he was too busy during the day.  So when I was ten, I started saying my prayers before falling ... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/152477'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hyperboles of the Heart]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/147409</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/147409</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[(I'M SORRY.  THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING ELSE I'VE WRITTEN.  I'VE JUST BEEN WORKING ON IT FOR AWHILE AND DECIDED TO THROW IT IN UNTIL I GET BACK TO THE REAL STORY.  ONCE I PUT UP THE NEXT CHA... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/147409'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Vegetarianism]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/144540</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/144540</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[David was seven when Chad first hit him.  He crumbled to the grass holding his stomach and didnt make a sound.  He just looked at Chads feet and waited for him to finish.  Afterwards, I ran to his s... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/144540'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Squiggly-Lined Masterpieces]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/140312</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/140312</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[[i]Someone once told me that life doesnt really begin until the first time you fall in love.   I laughed.  Then I thought about Mary.  [/i]In the third grade, she and I were both in Mrs. Hans... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/140312'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[My Kid Sister]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/140290</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/140290</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[It happened during the fifth inning of a baseball game.  David and I were shoving baseball gloves into each others faces and Mom was eating a hotdog.Ouch, she said.  Someone just kicked me... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/140290'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Developing Pictures]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/140123</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/140123</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I have a picture in my wallet of a two year-old boy wearing movie star glasses.  His Mom and Dad are holding hands, his brother is awkwardly leaning on his shoulder, and he has a big smile on his face... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/140123'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mom and Dad]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/139747</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/139747</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[Dad wasnt very experienced when he met Mom.  He blamed it on his parents.  The closest I ever came to the obligatory sex talk was hearing my father cackle about the Jezebels in the new Macys catal... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/139747'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Demonstrable Love]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/138766</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/138766</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[When David was thirteen, he ate Miracle Grow and grew eight inches.  No really, he ate miracle grow and grew eight inches.  And though I knew the fertilizer had worked wonders for him, I still couldn... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/138766'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Failure to Thrive]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/134969</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/134969</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[I had been relentlessly kicking for almost a month. So, when the floodgates finally opened, and I sensed a metaphorical light at the end of the tunnel, we can imagine a little smile appeared on my fac... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/134969'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item><item><title><![CDATA[Broken Promises]]></title><link>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/133736</link><guid>http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/133736</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 1969 16:00:00 -0800</pubDate><description><![CDATA[My name is Greg Lewis and Im real only if you want. If you dont want, then keep me here; dont read between the lines.-------------------------------------------[b]Why This ... <a href='http://greglewis.tblog.com/post/133736'>more from greglewis...</a>]]></description></item></channel></rss>