<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232</id><updated>2009-02-21T16:42:08.402+11:00</updated><title type='text'>horizontal columns</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-117022264680811814</id><published>2007-01-31T16:50:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T16:51:59.896+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jack GreyFound this spy, conspiracy, espionage site today: www.jackgrey.comInteresting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/117022264680811814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/117022264680811814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html#117022264680811814' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-112832162141490791</id><published>2005-10-03T16:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T16:40:21.430+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Define Metacognition: thinking about thinking.Use in a sentence: Metacognition sucks.I wanted to write something. I don't feel so good today. It's just one of those days that comes around every so often and you know the things that could change it are not going to happen and so you sit in this dull oblivion and decide to wait it out. Someone asks you how you're doing and because you don't know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/112832162141490791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/112832162141490791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112832162141490791' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-112648122012539704</id><published>2005-09-12T09:25:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T09:27:00.130+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to live like there's no tomorrowI want to dance like no one's aroundI want to sing like nobody's listeningAs I lay my body downI want to give like I have plentyI want to love like I'm not afraidI want to be the man I was meant to beI want to be how I was made- Chris Tomlin</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/112648122012539704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/112648122012539704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112648122012539704' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-112428224710549685</id><published>2005-08-17T20:49:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T22:52:26.826+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've just tonight finished reading a book that I believe God's quite unexpectedly dropped into my life at a fairly significant time of change for me. So, the purpose of this is two-fold: firstly (and primarily), as a debrief for me and a way of processing everything I've just read; and two, for the benefit of anyone who wants to read it. So, feel free to read/comment/go buy the book, whatever you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/112428224710549685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/112428224710549685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112428224710549685' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-110497991032111257</id><published>2005-01-06T13:49:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T13:51:50.320+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I'm a proud Australian.And with all the John Howard bashing that goes on in our wonderful country, today I don't care. After his generosity on behalf of us, I'm simply proud to be Australian......so I emailed him and told him so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/110497991032111257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/110497991032111257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110497991032111257' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-110005190635445799</id><published>2004-11-10T13:57:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T12:58:26.353+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn't think that last post should be the one that sat on BlogFeed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/110005190635445799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/110005190635445799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110005190635445799' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-109996502927970581</id><published>2004-11-09T13:31:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T12:50:29.280+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know what Jimmy? I was prepared to have a rational debate with you. I think debate and discussion is a great thing - we get to hear each others' views and we get to learn from each other. You share your political opinion on your blog all the time and I love it. That's why I'm surprised that you've reacted so strongly to people disagreeing with you. I've told you before your blog is one of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/109996502927970581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/109996502927970581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109996502927970581' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-109988856914044178</id><published>2004-11-08T13:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:14:34.140+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just to clear something up first, this is not me making a return to blogging, but I've been drawn into Jimmy and B's debate over Iraq, politics etc. and seeing as it's a little passion of mine I thought I should document my thoughts as opposed to trying to vent them on either of those two guys' comments. Perhaps it's not my place to put my views there, but I'm always up for a bit of hearty debate</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/109988856914044178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/109988856914044178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109988856914044178' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108373152501084179</id><published>2004-05-05T14:32:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T14:35:16.576+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I think that's all I have to say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108373152501084179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108373152501084179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108373152501084179' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108345628564424974</id><published>2004-05-02T10:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T10:07:54.293+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Amazing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108345628564424974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108345628564424974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108345628564424974' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108268886867108382</id><published>2004-04-23T12:54:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T12:57:27.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My eating habits are kinda strange at the moment. About a week ago I wasn't eating much at all. For example I think I went the whole day eating nothing but a muffin. Today I had a full breakfast (muesli &amp; an egg on toast) and then for lunch I've just eaten 4 sandwhiches, a full serve of hot chips, half a serve of potato salad and a meat pie. Well actually, it turned out to be chicken, but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108268886867108382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108268886867108382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108268886867108382' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108259151140707120</id><published>2004-04-22T09:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T09:54:49.390+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had a good chat with Dad last night about where things are going. I like Dad's wisdom. What he has to say always makes sense.We were talking about the struggle to break out of the loop. How it's so easy to get caught in the rutt with everyone else - the mundane job, the HECS debt, the mortgage - until retirement when you live off your super and play lawn bowls - the norm. No wonder depression </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108259151140707120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108259151140707120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108259151140707120' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108242896311064265</id><published>2004-04-20T12:42:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T12:45:39.483+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just thought I'd diarise the fact that I don't feel like a nob anymore. Just kept seeing it on my blog and thought it might look like that was why I'd disappeared...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108242896311064265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108242896311064265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108242896311064265' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108175621579458085</id><published>2004-04-12T17:48:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T17:53:04.030+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haven't posted in a while. Feel like a nob. Stuff I don't wanna talk about.Off to Soul this week. Should be good fun. God is good - it's a shame we let him down so much by behaving like dickheads.Anyway - happy face. The sun is rising. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108175621579458085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108175621579458085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175621579458085' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108113548693515915</id><published>2004-04-05T13:04:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:27:28.373+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I can't believe it. Yesterday was the 04/04/04 and I missed it! That's it - gone for the year, all over.Mind you, I am very happy with the way I spent the 4/4/4 - probably wouldn't have changed my celebrations too much had I actually realised what day it was. Went out to Windsor for the first time and ended up at Windsor Baptist. We played there and then had an incredible game of indoor soccer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108113548693515915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108113548693515915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108113548693515915' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108086506634136774</id><published>2004-04-02T10:17:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T10:20:24.750+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the girls at work is away today so I've adopted her stress ball.I think my body is starting to shut down. It's starting in my extremities. My arms and legs are kinda numb. You know how when you sit in a funny position and you get pins and needles and then after the pins and needles have gone you just feel limp? That's me right about now. My body wants to hybernate. I have to work.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108086506634136774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108086506634136774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108086506634136774' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108070183705339444</id><published>2004-03-31T12:57:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T12:59:52.966+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night was Pete Murray. Well, for me it was. For lots of other people it would have been lots of different things - like a night in front of the tv, working late, smallgroup etc - but for me and about another 2000 people, and Pete himself, last night was Pete Murray. Mind you, for Pete it'd be Pete Murray every night. Imagine that, Pete Murray every night. I reckon sometimes he'd want a break</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108070183705339444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108070183705339444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108070183705339444' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108053033603068125</id><published>2004-03-29T13:18:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T13:21:30.466+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night Helen spoke. She spoke about how we as Christians relate to those outside church culture. She talked about being cuturally relevant but counter cultural at the same time. Not compromising for the sake of fitting in, but not ostrasizing ourselves and our faith because of tradition. I sat there and listened and found a whole new respect for Helen. Whereas I look at things within the "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108053033603068125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108053033603068125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108053033603068125' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108052580082617727</id><published>2004-03-29T12:03:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T12:09:43.450+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stephens has just as much chance as Thorpie would have had in the event. Ian's had a chance, and he's blown it.I was in a similar situation 10 years ago in Olympics trials. I ended up diving in the wrong direction and ultimately was disqualified. It's not a nice feeling missing a goal, but Thorpie will get over it.Ian Beg   (SMH)Forget humiliation or not realising your goals, I'd imagine </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108052580082617727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108052580082617727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108052580082617727' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-108021070747036047</id><published>2004-03-25T21:27:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T21:34:18.043+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I've kinda been letting the comments speak for themselves for a while but I think enoughs enough - it's time to reclaim my blog. Feel free to keep commenting by all means - I'm keen to push it well over forty, but I might keep posting now...Went down to Canberra on Saturday night and led at Vision down there. God taught me a lot of stuff. They're an incredible group of people down there, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108021070747036047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/108021070747036047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108021070747036047' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-107966731255193075</id><published>2004-03-19T14:35:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T14:37:36.810+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I managed to convince one of the Editors that I sold TupperWare for Amway...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107966731255193075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107966731255193075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107966731255193075' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-107958761718132885</id><published>2004-03-18T16:26:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T16:29:20.640+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I had a good example of letting myself cool down first rather than responding to something in anger...Best not to bite people's heads off I say.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107958761718132885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107958761718132885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958761718132885' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-107940133370386147</id><published>2004-03-16T12:42:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T12:44:34.793+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday's Inspirational Quote from my desk calendar:"For many people the advantage of living in Canberra is that their relatives are interstate" - Alan FitzgeraldHuh...?Caught the little Forest Coach Lines bus to Chatswood yesterday and as usual it was packed with school kids. I have to say though - incredibly polite school kids. As the bus filled during the journey they would always get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107940133370386147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107940133370386147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107940133370386147' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-107905765004597029</id><published>2004-03-12T13:14:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:30:38.653+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is a gross humanitarian injustice for people to fart in a lift. Bernard is standing in the lift by himself, flying between floors and decides he wants to let one rip. He figures he's by himself, no one will know, he'd better get it out now before he's back in the corridors of his office and the opportunity is gone. So he does, and he feels better. There's a sense of accomplishment, of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107905765004597029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107905765004597029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107905765004597029' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5581232.post-107897105881706491</id><published>2004-03-11T13:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T13:14:09.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm sorry, but I found this brilliant... I mean, I know that the trading of body parts is a particularly delicate topic, but you've got have a laugh. Or at least a smirk. Chuckle perhaps?The bit I liked the best was the choice of wording in this sentence:"The market in bodies and body parts is under scrutiny after two men, including the head of the Willed Body Program...were arrested for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107897105881706491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5581232/posts/default/107897105881706491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattscorner.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107897105881706491' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09357470487895679464</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='01724404881594832521'/></author></entry></feed>