<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 15:19:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>transit</title><description>moving through</description><link>http://mychol.com/</link><managingEditor>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-29774781943546478</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Oct 2008 15:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-29T11:19:23.680-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2008/10/blog-post.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-2738059065082785103</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Jul 2008 05:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-24T01:38:38.658-04:00</atom:updated><title>Most days things are fine...</title><atom:summary type='text'>... then *bam!* I have a "bad Matt day" when I miss him with every fibre of my being.

When that happens, I try to attend to my emotional guidance system and redirect my thoughts to another place... one more aligned with my ideals of what adult relationships can be (should be?)

But it's not an easy thing, to shift your thinking in this way. Sometimes it can take hours to find thoughts that are </atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2008/07/most-days-things-are-fine.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-9035491661792926922</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Jul 2008 20:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-18T15:38:48.092-04:00</atom:updated><title>Taking the high road</title><atom:summary type='text'>So this is the end... Matt and I have finally reconfigured our relationship from "monogamous gay couple" to "friends with (occasional) benefits". He'll be in his own apartment at mid-August, at which point we'll probably see considerably less of each other, as he's found someone else he wants to date, know, be with.

I'd be lying if I said this isn't one of the most painful experiences of my </atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2008/07/taking-high-road.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-2909874789148718021</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 Jan 2008 02:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-15T22:03:14.465-05:00</atom:updated><title>Dating Poverty</title><atom:summary type='text'>He's intelligent, often witty and rather clever. Seems well-read and passionate about social issues. He makes you laugh (often) and supports you in everything you do. His fashion sense seems a bit "out there" but he doesn't take himself too seriously.

He gives great head. He loves you totally and without reservation.

And he's poor.

Not just "a little short this week". POOR. Struggling to make </atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2008/01/dating-poverty.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-8959114499057445020</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-27T16:15:04.457-04:00</atom:updated><title>Moving again...</title><atom:summary type='text'>

   Turns out my "winter palace" isn't. Looking to move into a reasonably-priced bachelor or junior one bedroom apartment for November 1.  "A gift wrapped in obligation isn't a gift... it's a transaction".</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2007/10/moving-again.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-4336683239707896115</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Aug 2007 14:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-05T10:38:04.863-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fold the tent and saddle the camel... I'm a new nomad</title><atom:summary type='text'>
Time's UP! Wrestling with finances, trying to carry the load for recalcitrant boarders and craving change has brought me to this place, where I feel I must uproot, divest myself of accumulations from more than a decade of pack rat behaviour and relocate to more modest digs.

Hoping my co-op will co-operate and allow me to exit without the standard 60-day notice period. A month of yard sales </atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2007/08/fold-tent-and-saddle-camel-im-new-nomad.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-7803793109400541418</guid><pubDate>Sun, 01 Jul 2007 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-01T13:01:02.125-04:00</atom:updated><title>Dismantling the squat in my basement</title><atom:summary type='text'>Happy Canada Day 2007!

</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2007/07/dismantling-squat-in-my-basement.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-4352012705165357535</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 May 2007 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-26T11:37:09.519-04:00</atom:updated><title>The beach! The beach!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Went to Hanlan's Point with Matt last week... we both had a great time. There's nothing like introducing someone to a new experience for them that's an old experience for you, to open your eyes to stuff you may be taking for granted.

We'll go again this week on Monday or Tuesday, weather permitting. (It damn well better!)</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2007/05/beach-beach.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-2188528128380526242</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Dec 2006 03:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-12-13T22:24:00.810-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Miniature Earth</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/12/miniature-earth.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-116438435372163184</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 16:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-24T11:05:53.730-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sometimes 'worse' isn't the right word</title><atom:summary type='text'>In a follow-up to this morning's tragic posting, I'm here to tell you that sometimes emotional pain isn't 'worse'... sometimes it's exactly what we need.

The hard casing is starting to crack in important ways that leave me feeling exhausted and more human than I've ever felt before.

More news as it happens.</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/11/sometimes-worse-isnt-right-word.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-116435330563178832</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 07:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-24T02:28:25.640-05:00</atom:updated><title>Does it get worse?</title><atom:summary type='text'>With all the miles on me, you'd think I'd have some experience with this... but I don't. Disappointment is born of expectation, so I've got to presume the crushing disappointment that's bruising my heart right now is the proceeds of a massive (and apparently unwarranted) expectation.

I can barely breathe with the weight of this pressing down on me. Disappointed, confused, and profoundly lonely </atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/11/does-it-get-worse.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-116355913196311396</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Nov 2006 02:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-11-14T21:54:52.136-05:00</atom:updated><title>Unravelling</title><atom:summary type='text'>
Been running on 'high' for weeks... moving so fast to nowhere in particular.

I keep saying 'no expectations' &amp; yet... I DO have expectations... that it will be fabulous, whatever it is...

...and then it isn't.

Damn!</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/11/unravelling.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-115465285865584822</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Aug 2006 00:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-03T21:19:45.156-04:00</atom:updated><title>FFN4 (There are bears in the garden!)</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/08/ffn4-there-are-bears-in-garden.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-115418993727591021</guid><pubDate>Sat, 29 Jul 2006 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-29T12:41:39.146-04:00</atom:updated><title>Belief</title><atom:summary type='text'>    People don't believe what you tell them.  They rarely believe what you show them.  They often believe what their friends tell them.  They always believe what they tell themselves.   Posted by Seth Godin on July 29, 2006 at http://sethgodin.typepad.com 
</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/07/belief.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-115358798584557342</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 17:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-08-07T01:33:19.116-04:00</atom:updated><title>Here's to the crazy ones</title><atom:summary type='text'>"Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. About the only thing you can't do is ignore them.

Because they change things. They </atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/07/heres-to-crazy-ones.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-115239663016193343</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Jul 2006 22:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-07-08T18:15:33.920-04:00</atom:updated><title>The single biggest problem in communication...</title><atom:summary type='text'> ...is the illusion that it has taken place.- George Bernard Shaw.
Irish literary Critic, Playwright and Essayist.
1925 Nobel Prize for Literature, 1856-1950 </atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/07/single-biggest-problem-in.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-113857428995597397</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Jan 2006 22:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-05-01T11:32:20.066-04:00</atom:updated><title>Greek Poutine!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Ari's Place Restaurant
229 Roncesvalles Avenue
Toronto ON M6R 2L6
(416) 533-0100    Peter

An extraordinary treat... excellent fries smothered in crumbled feta and well-dressed in a very nice gravy. Very salty and full of self-indulgent badness. LOVED IT!

(BEEFCAKE ALERT! Peter and his brother are delightful! Peter told me his brother's name but his smile blinded me... send me an e-mail and I'll</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/01/greek-poutine.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-113647984609999617</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Jan 2006 05:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-05T11:51:41.886-05:00</atom:updated><title>BFW</title><atom:summary type='text'>On the way home from Joel's this evening, as I jumped from streetcar to streetcar, maneuvering my way east and south... at one point, I looked down at my chest, with leather vest, and felt the most extraordinary glow of pleasure and appreciation for my life. That "Boyfriend Within" thing seemed, for a moment, present and real and true.</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/01/bfw.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-113634582066445347</guid><pubDate>Wed, 04 Jan 2006 03:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-01-03T22:37:00.676-05:00</atom:updated><title>Just when you thought it was safe</title><atom:summary type='text'>Just when you thought it was safe to dive back into the Internet... everything stays the same. After spending most of the afternoon chatting with someone who appeared genuine, I found myself eating meatloaf at The Griddle... alone.

Again.

Sometimes you see it coming... and sometimes you don't.</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2006/01/just-when-you-thought-it-was-safe.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-113450731383829232</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Dec 2005 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-13T15:55:13.856-05:00</atom:updated><title>GoGratitude Experiment</title><atom:summary type='text'>GoGratitude Experiment</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2005/12/gogratitude-experiment.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-113384421779750730</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Dec 2005 04:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-05T23:44:26.913-05:00</atom:updated><title>ccmixter.org :: Magnatune Winners</title><atom:summary type='text'>Stream this page:  Magnatune Winners</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2005/12/ccmixterorg-magnatune-winners.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-113339164699206970</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2005 22:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-03T01:13:44.126-05:00</atom:updated><title>ManCandy.ca</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2005/11/mancandyca_30.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-113206412087438253</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Nov 2005 14:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-11-15T09:15:20.903-05:00</atom:updated><title>Salon.com Technology | Throwing Google at the book</title><atom:summary type='text'>Salon.com Technology | Throwing Google at the book</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2005/11/saloncom-technology-throwing-google-at.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-113189964330513596</guid><pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 16:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-06T16:44:45.460-05:00</atom:updated><title>Intimate disclosure</title><atom:summary type='text'>What an intimate disclosure was the opening selection of Reiner Schwarz' first JAZZ.FM91 Friday night presentation. Like the man himself, the programme was at times engaging, challenging, exasperating, tumultous, seductive.

A valuable addition to the growing arena of intelligent radio... check it out!

Check out Reiner's past playlists here.</atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2005/11/intimate-disclosure.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5423221.post-113182417295385746</guid><pubDate>Sat, 12 Nov 2005 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2005-12-03T01:11:36.006-05:00</atom:updated><title>Canada's Premier Jazz Bandit - Reiner Scharz</title><atom:summary type='text'></atom:summary><link>http://mychol.com/2005/11/canadas-premier-jazz-bandit-reiner.html</link><author>mychol@mychol.com (Mychol)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>