<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790</id><updated>2011-12-30T21:55:17.242+10:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='creative'/><category term='theory'/><category term='arts'/><category term='introduction'/><category term='muse'/><category term='acting'/><category term='shakespeare'/><category term='first'/><category term='creature'/><category term='fickle'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='journey'/><category term='Christian'/><title type='text'>Thoughts &amp; Discoveries Of A Christian Arts Practitioner</title><subtitle type='html'>The thoughts and discoveries of a Christian starting his career in the creative arts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-4493500330349380920</id><published>2010-01-31T14:59:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T15:04:04.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing 2010.</title><summary type='text'>Dear Imaginary Readers,I start this year with a refreshed heart, renewed mind, and a clarity I hope will stay (although it is slightly foggy as I type here now).I must leave soon, so here it is in short.Goals for 2010:~Agent (next 6 months).~3 Stage productions either performed or created.~1 film.Wish me luck - and Godspeed to you,~th3o.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/4493500330349380920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/4493500330349380920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2010/01/introducing-2010.html' title='Introducing 2010.'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-6229891230950468398</id><published>2009-07-13T00:30:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T00:57:17.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'>GRADUATED!</title><summary type='text'>On FRIDAY, JUNE 19, 2009, I lied. I said I was graduated. In actual fact - I had merely finished all classes.It wasn't till the 8th that I officially graduated - with a ceremony, a cloak, and everthing! It was exciting, memorable... but also such an anti-climax. Being finished for 2 weeks before the graduation does that. None-the-less, It's nice for that part of life to be over. It's a chapter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/6229891230950468398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/6229891230950468398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2009/07/graduated.html' title='GRADUATED!'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-8260799213032857811</id><published>2009-07-01T23:27:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T15:17:47.724+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Does it not stand to reason, therefore, that having discovered the intermedia, the central problem is now not only the new formal one of learning to use them, but the new and more social one of what to use them for? Having discovered tools with an immediate impact, for what are we going to use them?"-Dick Higgins, 1966--I want to delve deeper into this "intermedia". However - could one not argue</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/8260799213032857811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/8260799213032857811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2009/07/does-it-not-stand-to-reason-therefore.html' title=''/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-8144630214413209233</id><published>2009-06-19T12:16:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:07:12.650+10:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSEings</title><summary type='text'>“They are all of one mind, their hearts are set upon song and their spirit is free from care. He is happy whom the Muses love. For though a man has sorrow and grief in his soul, yet when the servant of the Muses sings, at once he forgets his dark thoughts and remembers not his troubles. Such is the holy gift of the Muses to men.” - HesiodMy muse and I reached reason.I gladly ate her fruit,with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/8144630214413209233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/8144630214413209233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2009/06/museings.html' title='MUSEings'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-1130030226956204752</id><published>2009-04-13T18:16:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:01:32.853+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow Connection</title><summary type='text'>Why are there so many songs about rainbows,and what's on the other side?Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,and rainbows have nothing to hide.So we've been told and some choose to believe it,I know they're wrong, wait and seeSomeday we'll find it, the rainbow connectionthe lovers, the dreamers and me.Who said that every wish would be heard and answeredwhen wished on the morning star?Somebody</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/1130030226956204752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/1130030226956204752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2009/04/rainbow-connection.html' title='Rainbow Connection'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-3281010207331889330</id><published>2009-03-29T13:10:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T13:14:19.514+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated World Theatre Day</title><summary type='text'>I know I'm a bit late... but it's the thought that counts, right?--Augusto Boal - Message 2009All human societies are “spectacular*” in their daily life and produce “spectacles” at special moments. They are “spectacular” as a form of social organization and produce “spectacles” like the one you have come to see.Even if one is unaware of it, human relationships are structured in a theatrical way. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/3281010207331889330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/3281010207331889330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-belated-world-theatre-day.html' title='Happy Belated World Theatre Day'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-4773163521923848507</id><published>2009-01-03T19:00:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:30:49.436+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My all-too-regular prayer</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 143 (New International Version)A psalm of David. 1 O LORD, hear my prayer,        listen to my cry for mercy;        in your faithfulness and righteousness        come to my relief. 2 Do not bring your servant into judgment,        for no one living is righteous before you. 3 The enemy pursues me,        he crushes me to the ground;        he makes me dwell in darkness        like those </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%20143;&amp;version=31;' title='My all-too-regular prayer'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/feeds/4773163521923848507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141259567339464790&amp;postID=4773163521923848507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/4773163521923848507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/4773163521923848507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-all-too-regular-prayer.html' title='My all-too-regular prayer'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-6203370962124182383</id><published>2008-12-09T17:28:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:07:27.182+10:00</updated><title type='text'>9th of December, 2008</title><summary type='text'>Originally written on: 9th of December, 2008:I was reading one of Hush and Such's posts, titled Inspirational Sufferage. I could have let this "moment of creative expression" pass me by, but getting ready for work is such a lame excuse - why work when I can blog - right?I love how somebody can write about the need to fill a blank piece of paper, or fill the silence with nervous humming.I've never</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/6203370962124182383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/6203370962124182383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2008/12/9-of-december-2008.html' title='9th of December, 2008'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-8229332229817222110</id><published>2008-12-09T07:47:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:10:49.433+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting words from Rob Bell</title><summary type='text'>The following extract is from The Wittenburg Door. It is between them and Rob Bell. Enjoy.DOOR: The Church hasn't always been kind to artists. Especially ones bringing electricity.BELL: Our assumption is that Church is where you say the things that have to be said. So people will speak but say, "Oh, I wouldn't say that in church." Well then, where would you say it? To me, it's the place where you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/8229332229817222110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/8229332229817222110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2008/12/interesting-words-from-rob-bell.html' title='Interesting words from Rob Bell'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-7305716030096592541</id><published>2008-12-05T02:20:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:21:06.407+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This Thing... Called Love? (5th, Dec, 2008)</title><summary type='text'>Originally written: 12/5/08Dear reader(s),I am not making reference to the post-script of my last entry. Rather, I refer to the source of (rightfully) righteous anger against Christianity's prolific enemies. Characters like Richard Dawkins ("The God Delusion"), Osama Bin Laden (Al Qaeda), and the like.PLEASE NOTE that I am not, say again: I am not saying the two men are similar. Bin Laden wages a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/feeds/7305716030096592541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141259567339464790&amp;postID=7305716030096592541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/7305716030096592541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/7305716030096592541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-thing-called-love-5th-dec2008.html' title='This Thing... Called Love? (5th, Dec, 2008)'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-1461419318449887765</id><published>2008-11-07T01:17:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:48:34.107+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shakespeare'/><title type='text'>To be, or not to be? That is the cliche.</title><summary type='text'>I wanted to post this as a separate post, as it's a completely new topic, and coupled with the other would destroy the poetry.I have reached an interesting point in my artistic journey.Some days I wake up, and as I walk to the train, I feel like an artist. Something inside myself tells me that I have a future in the arts, and in the theatre.Other days however, I wake up with nothing. I feel as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/feeds/1461419318449887765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141259567339464790&amp;postID=1461419318449887765' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/1461419318449887765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/1461419318449887765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-be-or-not-to-be-that-is-cliche.html' title='To be, or not to be? That is the cliche.'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-3160132796120196294</id><published>2008-11-07T00:29:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:47:00.653+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions</title><summary type='text'>I update this blog far too sporadically than I would like.On the other hand: nobody reads it anyway - so why worry?Confession time.I've been in a spiritual slump lately.Too many worldly influences, thoughts, habits, etc. I put it down to a combination of the company I keep (the vast majority are unsaved artists. Go figure - artists aren't known to be 'pure of mind'), and my own lack of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/feeds/3160132796120196294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141259567339464790&amp;postID=3160132796120196294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/3160132796120196294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/3160132796120196294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2008/11/confessions.html' title='Confessions'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-5034956452433740436</id><published>2008-07-03T01:10:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T01:47:35.484+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fickle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>My Muse is a fickle creature</title><summary type='text'>I discovered something today:There aren't any names with the meaning 'promiscuous'.I was trying to find a name for my muse -She dissapears for weeks on end, andI suspect she's seeing someone else.My Muse is a fickle creature.--Thus -maybe I should listen to Mr Gide:"Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better." - André GideGodspeed,-Th3o.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5034956452433740436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141259567339464790&amp;postID=5034956452433740436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/5034956452433740436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/5034956452433740436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-discovered-something-today-there.html' title='My Muse is a fickle creature'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-2934126662296109708</id><published>2008-04-28T22:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:18:25.669+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>IT ALL CONNECTS!!!</title><summary type='text'>Tonight I am happy.I was walking home, thinking about acting theory - and it struck me.Dots started to connect.Godspeed-th3oP.S. If you can work out the diagram, you'll be happy too.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/feeds/2934126662296109708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141259567339464790&amp;postID=2934126662296109708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/2934126662296109708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/2934126662296109708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-all-connects.html' title='IT ALL CONNECTS!!!'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/SBXeIomm-sI/AAAAAAAAAAM/EvPacj9iUaw/s72-c/truth+diagram.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-6496521127851797697</id><published>2008-03-26T06:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:25:18.334+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings of a tired man</title><summary type='text'>*EDIT* Sorry if the following post doesn't make much sense. These were ramblings of a tired man. I'll try and fix this up in the next few days sometime.Last night was full of procrastination. Amongst which, I had a wholesome, and fruitful distraction in a discussion with a good friend about a collaboration we are about to embark on. From this conversation, I remember her mentioning she could </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/feeds/6496521127851797697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141259567339464790&amp;postID=6496521127851797697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/6496521127851797697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/6496521127851797697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-two-roads-meet.html' title='Ramblings of a tired man'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7141259567339464790.post-5239952666544068296</id><published>2008-03-24T18:22:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:28:42.405+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='introduction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arts'/><title type='text'>First Post</title><summary type='text'>**NOTE: This post may make me look a pretentious ass. Please take into account when reading that I am not pretentious, nor an ass.**Wow, my first post.I guess I should use it to introduce this blog, eh?   I'm nobody important. I am in fact (at this moment) a 2nd year acting student. I also happen to be a Christian. I have a passion for creative arts of all kinds. Theatre &amp; Film, Writing, Visual, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/feeds/5239952666544068296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7141259567339464790&amp;postID=5239952666544068296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/5239952666544068296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7141259567339464790/posts/default/5239952666544068296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://th3odoric.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-post.html' title='First Post'/><author><name>th3o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05431134272034532205</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XZZ9J3FvvBc/STkbieYxV2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1mIQfpeM694/S220/Jhn-3--16-17.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
