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            <title>That&apos;s right. Hamsters.</title>
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<p>It might seem that I would be the kind of guy that might have a street mutt as a companion, a mangy dog with lots of personality that was always at my side even when the world was against me. Man's best friend, right? You know, we'd play fetch, he'd bark at strangers, and he'd be this ever-present pal that would do anything for me. We'd go to the park and after a time we'd probably start to look like each other. We'd be a pair.</p><p>Or maybe I'm a cat guy. I've got my dark vibe going on, so perhaps a sleek little panther to prowl my apartment, warily watch me from across the room, and set an example for me of what it means to live on instinct alone. The feline would probably give me shit a lot of the time, but then again, when it got cold enough and I didn't seem to notice, the predator would sneak up onto my bed and dream cat dreams against my body heat.</p><p>But I don't have either. I grew up with many cats and dogs and I love 'em all. But I also found that I was happiest when they were happiest, and that meant when they had lots of room to roam, the great outdoors to play in 24/7, and every opportunity to, well, be animals. Not pets, but animals in the truest sense. Sure, they were domesticated, but they were beasts to be sure. Our dogs ran wild and cats wilder. We loved them all, but we never thought of them as our children or babies, but rather as companions and very cool reminders of the less civilized part of life, a part that we all too often forget about in our sick hurry to make money, buy more and more, and show others our success.</p>]]></description>
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            <title>Lunch in the city</title>
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<p>It's summer in DC and that means lunch in the sun, the brutally hot sun, and that means street carts selling the infamous half-smokes and other quick food.</p><p>This photo is actually a few years old, but what the hell. I still like it and it still reminds me of working downtown.</p><p>Oh, yeah. Like the Metro station?</p>]]></description>
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            <title>What&apos;s on my iPhone?</title>
            <description><![CDATA[I've been constantly changing the home screens and applications on my new iPhone since I picked it up on launch day (yup, I stood in line for 3 hours and got my phone in the first 15 minutes they went on sale). Sure, there are lots of nifty little apps that are fun to play with a bit at first, but I'm not a game-player and I tire pretty quickly of the less-than-useful applications. What I'm big on is the productivity applications, things that help me with my tasks, calendars, notes, goals, projects, etc. Basically, I want my iPhone to make my life easier and more productive. So, without further ado, here's what I've got on my phone at the moment.<div><br /></div><div>Home Screen #1</div><div><br /></div><div>Remote, Clock, Settings, Camera</div><div>Safari, Maps, Weather, ICE</div><div>iPod, Photos, Contacts, Budget</div><div>Things, Evernote, Sketches, Shopper</div><div><br /></div><div>Home Screen #2</div><div><br /></div><div>Apps Store, iTunes, Fandango, YouTube</div><div>Mobile News, Google Reader, SportsTap, Google</div><div>Twitterific, AIM, Loopt, Whrrl</div><div>Facebook, Whoshere</div><div><br /></div><div>Home Screen #3</div><div><br /></div><div>SplashID, Calculator, Stocks, Notes</div><div>Morse-it, Units, TapeMeasure, myLite</div><div>iGet, Sol: Clock, MediaTemple, MovableType Admin</div><div><br /></div><div>Home Screen #4</div><div><br /></div><div>Hypnocity, Bank of America, SodaSnap, Tiny Violin</div><div>Labyrinth LE, HoldEm, Scrabble, PhoneSaber</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and on my Dock I have:</div><div><br /></div><div>Phone, Mail, Text, Calendar</div><div><br /></div><div>Hmm. Where's my Vampire Locator, Hookah Simulator, and Encrypted Spy Communicator?</div>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 09:43:55 -0500</pubDate>
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            <title>The undead just keep rising</title>
            <description><![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Wine Glass" src="http://www.vampires-hookahs-spies.com/media/wineglass.jpg" width="100%" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0 20px 20px 0;" /></span> 
<p>You would think that after a while the whole "vampires are cool" thing would begin to wear off. But no. Good thing, as I made a few bucks myself off the nasty blood sippers, but even I'm amazed at the staying power of this archetypal creature. Hell, my friend <a href="http://ericnuzum.typepad.com/">Eric</a> even wrote a whole book that was recently featured at Barnes &amp; Noble, "<a href="http://ericnuzum.typepad.com/the_dead_travel_fast/">The Dead Travel Fast</a>," that focused on our culture's fascination with these undead bastards. Now, scouring iTunes and the Web I find that there are many current and upcoming television series based around vampires. "Moonlight," "Blood Ties," and "Bloodcopy" are prime examples, following, of course, in the footsteps of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and its spinoff, "Angel." And that's not mentioning the many other shows that feature vampire characters as either regulars or "monsters-of-the-week." </p><p>So, here's a big ol' glass of blood to all you fangsters, out there. No matter how often we think the genre has finally died, well...you know the rest.</p>]]></description>
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            <title>Hey, we&apos;re drowning here</title>
            <description>It rained today. More importantly, it rained last night, all night, with the requisite thunder and lightning and occasional cloudbursts, drenching the Washington area with rapturous abandon. I love falling to sleep with the windows open, the sound of rain and thunder and the semi-regular explosions of light as well as the raw smell of wet air my own private lullaby. Better, when I woke the soaking grayness of the sky blocked out the usual searing sunlight that burns into my eyeballs in the A.M. and causes the temperature of my East-facing apartment to go from comfy-cool to sweltering despite the best efforts of the air conditioning units beneath the windows. The sight of the DC skyline clotted with smudgy low clouds, tumbleweeds of fog and sheets of water, smearing the distinct outlines of monuments and monumental buildings into an almost watercolor-like vista that adds mood and depth. Really, I welcome the rain.</description>
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            <pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 09:40:19 -0500</pubDate>
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            <title>My first Web application: Hypnocity</title>
            <description><![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Hypnocity Banner" src="http://www.chriskobar.com/blog/media/hypnocity_site_logo_bkgnd_02.jpg" width="100%" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0 20px 20px 0;" /></span>Hypnocity is my first iPhone Web application. I was goofing around with my iPhone at the office and was checking out the public website for my hometown (and current employer), Arlington County, Virginia, a community just a stone's throw across the Potomac River from Washington, DC, and was sorely disappointed by how difficult it was to find certain information that I felt, as a resident, was of great usefulness to me. I thought of putting the useful phone numbers and addresses in my iPhone Contacts application, but that seemed way too much effort for just some quick links. Well, hell, I'm a Web guy. Why don't I just create my own Web application that nicely displays the info I feel is important and then I can just access it anytime I want? So I did it and a few days later had Hypnocity.]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 21:04:35 -0500</pubDate>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p>Vivamus vitae mauris id nisi feugiat malesuada. Nullam tincidunt venenatis neque. Proin vel tortor. Aenean libero. Curabitur dolor. Etiam neque risus, vehicula eget, ultricies quis, lobortis vitae, turpis.</p><p>Pellentesque habitant morbi tristique senectus et netus et malesuada fames ac turpis egestas. Curabitur interdum. Duis semper nunc in lorem. Phasellus ornare.</p>]]></description>
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            <pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 14:59:10 -0500</pubDate>
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            <title>Birthday Billiards at The Continental</title>
            <description><![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Birthday Billiards" src="http://www.chriskobar.com/blog/media/Birthday-Billiards.jpg" width="100%" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0 20px 20px 0;" /></span>A few days after my birthday my girlfriend organized a surprise party for me at The Continental, a trendy lounge and billiards hall in Rosslyn. About a dozen close friends showed up and made the evening a memorable one. One of my friends and my long-time billiards partner, Aaron, played his other famous role as event photographer, old school style, without any digital equipment. His photos turned out fantastic, most done in black and white. One of the color shots had a great pose, but I didn't like the lighting, coloring or general sense of the photo, so I did something about it. Stripping it of color, reworking its shading and balance, grunging it up a bit with various filters and manual destruction, recoloring it manually, and finally adding some text, borders, and stress seemed to do the trick. This is the result of that labor. Oh, the font is a new fave, Bleeding Cowboys (with the subtext in Fountain Pen Frenzy).]]></description>
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            <title>Let&apos;s do the Time Warp...again</title>
            <description><![CDATA[When I first switched from a PC to a Mac one of the first orgasms I experienced was the thrill of seeing half the cables that had overgrown my desk and its environs like a plague of unsightly vines suddenly vanish. Just like that, my iMac's sleek aesthetic enabled me to do more with my computer with less snaking cables from device to device and to my power strip. I marveled. I erupted in joy. It was a beautiful thing. 
<div><br /></div><div>Two years later when my second iMac sported an integrated iSight camera and a wireless keyboard and mouse the cabling diminished even more. However, I needed to add an external drive for space and backup reasons; and with the iPhone, its sync cable was added to the mix. I spent entire days playing around with various configurations of Firewire 400 and 800, USB, and power cords, chaining devices together and moving them around to reduce the cabling as much as possible. But with a printer, speakers (left, right, subwoofer), a pen tablet, my digital camera, my iPhone, and my external drives, along with a USB hub, there was no perfect solution. I did the best I could, hid the necessary cables as much as possible, and got on with life. 
<div><br /></div><div>And then the Time Capsule was introduced.</div></div>]]></description>
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            <title>The Horrid Origin of Count Macula</title>
            <description><![CDATA[Except for some use of an Apple IIc in high school my entire life had been one dominated by Windows, personally and professionally. I ran a help desk supporting Windows machines, I had a PC at home, and I was happy. Then, one seemingly inauspicious day I saw an iMac G5 and in that instant was transformed. My PC life quickly deteriorated. Despite how much I had invested in the Windows platform, the lure of the Mac was too much and before long I quit struggling and succumbed to its rapturous seduction. 
<div><br /></div><div>I was born again as a Mac person and nothing was ever the same again. Colors were brighter, applications were faster, everything I wanted to do was easier and had a magic to it that made my former existence seem pale and crude. I rid myself of all traces of my Windows life, even sloughing off Microsoft Office until I was no longer stained by any vestige of Windows or its related hardware and software.

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            <pubDate>Tue, 08 Apr 2008 20:40:43 -0500</pubDate>
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            <title>Bluejeans at 36</title>
            <description><![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Bluejeans at 36" src="http://www.chriskobar.com/blog/media/Bluejeans_at_36.jpg" width="100%" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0 20px 20px 0;" /></span>I shot this photograph a few months back, but as I was rebuilding the site and reworking my body of artistic work for reposting I liked where this image fell on the page, even if the original text was just a clump of lorem ipsum. I took about a dozen or so shots using my apartment door as the backdrop and my trusty and oh-so-unprofessional Sony DSC-T10 for the shots, as usual. Still, I do like to believe that the camera used is far less important to a good shot than the subject, the lighting, the photographer's eye, and spontaneity. My subject, Rebecca, was perfect, the lighting was done with a few cheap-ass photo bulbs, and...voila. And yeah, she was a healthy 36 years old at the time. Not too shabby.<div><br /></div><div><a href="http://www.redbubble.com/people/chriskobar/art/210950-10-bluejeans-at-36">Click here for a larger version and to purchase as a print</a></div>]]></description>
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            <title>Old Tyme Telegram</title>
            <description><![CDATA[<span class="mt-enclosure mt-enclosure-image" style="display: inline;"><img alt="Telegram" src="http://www.chriskobar.com/blog/media/telegram.jpg" width="100%" class="mt-image-left" style="float: left; margin: 0 20px 20px 0;" /></span>This is a new rendition of a vintage telegram template that I've had kicking around for a few years. I was sitting around playing with some graphics, stumbled upon the old template, and at the same time was miffed about how the Washington Area Metro Transit Authority seems to make no effort to police the rampant practice of drinking coffee, soda, etc. in the Metro system, something that has always been unlawful even if now wholly ignored. I figured that if the WMATA so obviously ignores letters and emails regarding this practice, perhaps a demand for action that came in the form of an odd vintage telegram might at the very least get them to reconsider the issue, even if only for a moment. So, here it is. Not sure if I'll actually send it in or not.]]></description>
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            <description><![CDATA[<div>Last night I took a shortcut. The door of the Middle East Institute had closed behind me, its warmth held close, the cold quickly stealing its opportunity to grasp at my legs and arms and bare head as I made my way across N Street, shuddering in vain agaist its cruel bite. I did not wish to think about the walk down Connecticut Avenue in this wind, so I chose daring above routine and chose to abandon my usual route in favor of a dash into St. Matthews Court, grateful for the towering closeness of the buildings that line this narrow corridor, shielding me from the worst of the night air. </div>]]></description>
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            <description><![CDATA[<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Arial; color: #242424">Yeah, that's right. Vampires. Here. In DC. Yup. No shit. And no, I don't mean metaphorical vampires, like the politicians and lobbyists and neocons and evangelicals and protesters and drug dealers and muggers and the countless other parasites that feed off the lifeblood of the naive and innocent and stupid and make this town what it is, but real vampires, as in Dracula. Yeah, the real deal. Blood drinkers who need it to survive another night, rather than the gothic goobers who walk around calling themselves vampires and sipping a teensy bit of each other's blood in what amounts to nothing more than a pathetic game of "here's how I'm gonna get laid" mystique. You know, the walking undead who can't step foot in sunlight and who are damned for all eternity to feast on the blood of the living. Those vampires. They are here, in Washington, going about their business of draining the unwitting and unlucky of their precious vitae, unbreathing fiends prowling in the dusky shadows of the monuments and halls of power, feasting on the army of itinerant interns, aspiring aides, dramatic do-gooders, and drunken hangers-on spilling out on the pavement after nights of pseudo politicking and clumsy philandering, thinking they are impervious to these hungry monsters simply because such creatures do not exist. How wrong they are.</p>]]></description>
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            <description><![CDATA[<div>Pentagon City station was muggy, fetid, and dim as I disembarked from the southbound Blue Line train, the red glow of "12:07 AM" dully illuminating the desolate platform, reminding me of the time. Only one other exited the rail car, a woman in her sad years, shuffling towards the elevator, either too tired or too incapable of riding the escalator to the upper station. All the better, as I relished the solitude and preferred to travel alone, on foot, the rest of my journey. The station booth was empty, though a maintenance worker was on the far side of the area preparing for the long night's track work. He paid me no heed as I passed, moved automatically through the turnstile, and wended my way through the tunnel, up another shorter escalator, and through the lowest level of the Fashion Centre shopping mall. </div>]]></description>
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