<?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-23162214</id><updated>2011-09-15T13:20:35.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trist’s Grist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tristram Shandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056283858562381882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162214.post-114611576101875005</id><published>2006-06-15T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:11:37.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Age of Reasoned Dissent</title><summary type='text'>Recently I have been engaged in reading a most excellent biography of Joseph Priestley and Antoine Lavoisier, in which the author reveals much of the mayhem surrounding the two scientists:  these joint “discoverers” of oxygen,—one of whom isolated the gas, the other of whom named it, to oversimplify somewhat—who in fact lived lives of great combustability.  Deeply embroiled in the politicks of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/feeds/114611576101875005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162214&amp;postID=114611576101875005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114611576101875005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114611576101875005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/2006/06/age-of-reasoned-dissent.html' title='The Age of Reasoned Dissent'/><author><name>Tristram Shandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056283858562381882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162214.post-114418803725907011</id><published>2006-04-05T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T08:22:35.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Satirical Terrarium</title><summary type='text'>I treasure the Art of Satire, and in recent times, it seems that our most eloquent journalism adopts the satirical tone:—viz., the Onion and the Daily Show.  I have found myself thinking that perhaps liberalism could find a voice (albeit with a disgruntled and somewhat apathetic tone) in such words.  My experience reading Nicholas von Hoffman’s Hoax nearly convinced me otherwise.Hoffman would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/feeds/114418803725907011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162214&amp;postID=114418803725907011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114418803725907011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114418803725907011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/2006/04/satirical-terrarium.html' title='The Satirical Terrarium'/><author><name>Tristram Shandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056283858562381882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162214.post-114221036850363160</id><published>2006-03-12T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T07:56:18.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ods Bodikins</title><summary type='text'>Reading on in Tristram Shandy, past the Curse of Ernulphus described earlier, I encountered Tristram’s opinions on the lack of originality on the part of contemporary blasphemers.  He claims Ernulphus as the source for all decent swearing, crediting his countrymen with no original imprecations “except St. Paul’s thumb,—God’s flesh and God’s fish, which were oaths monarchical, and,… as kings oaths</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/feeds/114221036850363160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162214&amp;postID=114221036850363160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114221036850363160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114221036850363160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/2006/03/ods-bodikins.html' title='Ods Bodikins'/><author><name>Tristram Shandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056283858562381882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162214.post-114169000216009372</id><published>2006-03-07T17:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T02:22:35.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Curse of Ernulphus</title><summary type='text'>In my attempt to resume Tristram Shandy and see it to its completion (faltering as I previously did near the beginning of the Third Volume), I just finished a delightful portion that concerns swearing and oaths,—which immediately recalled an Artful Treatise that I just completed a few days ago.  In the more recent tome, Ruth Wajnryb, whose name is redolent of Bosnian villages and queer folk </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/feeds/114169000216009372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162214&amp;postID=114169000216009372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114169000216009372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114169000216009372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/2006/03/curse-of-ernulphus.html' title='The Curse of Ernulphus'/><author><name>Tristram Shandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056283858562381882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162214.post-114165744085921159</id><published>2006-03-06T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T12:43:23.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Shillings Take Care of Themselves</title><summary type='text'>It occurred to me, upon posting the previous missive, that one might actually want to invest cold, hard cash in a copy of Tristram Shandy.  You yourself may wish to purchase the very edition in my possession, which offers both extensive footnotes as well as numerous essays dating from the Eighteenth Century to the Twentieth (in one of which, for example, Edmund Burke comments that “the faults of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/feeds/114165744085921159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162214&amp;postID=114165744085921159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114165744085921159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114165744085921159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-shillings-take-care-of-themselves.html' title='Our Shillings Take Care of Themselves'/><author><name>Tristram Shandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056283858562381882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162214.post-114126257057429726</id><published>2006-03-01T18:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:50:57.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobby-Horses, as a Beginning</title><summary type='text'>After reclaiming—or re-stealing, as the case may be—the Tristworthy moniker, I found myself inclined to take another look at the book that captured my attention lo these several years ago.  I’d intended to pick it up again (having never finished it in the first place) in preparation for the aforementioned film, so the effort taxed me little,—especially insofar as the Norton Critical Edition lies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/feeds/114126257057429726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162214&amp;postID=114126257057429726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114126257057429726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114126257057429726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/2006/03/hobby-horses-as-beginning.html' title='Hobby-Horses, as a Beginning'/><author><name>Tristram Shandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056283858562381882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23162214.post-114113244286145503</id><published>2006-02-28T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T10:51:35.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><summary type='text'>So all I really wanted to do was reply to one of Dave’s posts, but then the little option popped up…  Create my own blogger ID?  Well, all right.Now I’m typing a post before I’ve even finished my first cup of coffee, having selected a username I once went by on IRC (dating myself here) but now typically only employ for video games.  And with a new movie out that uses the same name, I’m not sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/feeds/114113244286145503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23162214&amp;postID=114113244286145503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114113244286145503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23162214/posts/default/114113244286145503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tristsgrist.blogspot.com/2006/02/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Tristram Shandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12056283858562381882</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
