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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>Things I think.</description><title>Thoughts</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @zeldafeldman)</generator><link>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>PatBlogahan.com: Sandra Dee</title><description>&lt;a href="http://patblogahan.com/post/35474612147/sandra-dee"&gt;PatBlogahan.com: Sandra Dee&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://patblogahan.com/post/35474612147/sandra-dee"&gt;patmonahan&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I have many friends in the northeast of the US, New York, Jersey, Connecticut, PA, Ohio…you get my point. &lt;br/&gt; I haven’t written about the storm until now, even though it was profound in its effect on those places, especially New Jersey and New York.&lt;br/&gt; Our friend, Charlotte Nagy(@charlottenagy) posted…&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Pat, I think the possibilities are limitless. Have a benefit concert. Have some FREE concerts for those who have suffered and those who have helped, find some time to just show up at random places and help out. Issue a challenge to your fans and friends…they would respond bigtime. You have a lot of resources and a fertile imagination; you can come up with something great and make a difference.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/35625935992</link><guid>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/35625935992</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2012 02:47:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Tumblr Staff: This morning, our primary datacenter effectively lost its connection...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://staff.tumblr.com/post/34385834305/this-mornings-outage"&gt;Tumblr Staff: This morning, our primary datacenter effectively lost its connection...&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://staff.tumblr.com/post/34385834305/this-mornings-outage"&gt;staff&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This morning, our primary datacenter effectively lost its connection to the Internet after our upstream provider (ISP) suffered a major outage caused by broken fiber lines.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It took nearly five hours before service was fully restored.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Our failover procedures, designed to &lt;em&gt;immediately&lt;/em&gt; rebalance…&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;How refreshing! How often does any business stand up and say “Gosh…it would appear that we goofed”. I think this is very cool and am really impressed by the honesty and strong business ethic. Y’all should teach a class!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/34592085926</link><guid>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/34592085926</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Oct 2012 17:56:20 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Sleep....or not.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I don&amp;#8217;t sleep much any more. I don&amp;#8217;t know why. I just don&amp;#8217;t. I think. I drift in and out of a half conscious daze. But I don&amp;#8217;t sleep.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I used to write stories in my mind while I was staring at the ceiling; short, silly stories. I don&amp;#8217;t do that any more. Mostly I just update my facebook friends about my lack of sleep. I know they really love it; it&amp;#8217;s really important to them&amp;#8230;or not. Not. Definitely not.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I have started teaching myself to quilt and am filling my night time hours with that. I don&amp;#8217;t think I&amp;#8217;ll be able to give this blanket to a hobo. It looks like somebodies fashion-blind/drunk/constipated/clinically depressed monkey got a hold of it. I am not a monkey. Nor am I drunk. Just sayin.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;My dog is currently sniffing around the room. Any minute now, she will come and touch her cold wet nose to my foot; I will scream and nearly pee my pants from the shock. Some things never change.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;This has been a useless exercise. At least it filled 3 minutes. Yay.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/34086054202</link><guid>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/34086054202</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Oct 2012 01:56:59 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>PatBlogahan.com: I needed that</title><description>&lt;a href="http://patblogahan.com/post/34016002642/i-needed-that"&gt;PatBlogahan.com: I needed that&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://patblogahan.com/post/34016002642/i-needed-that"&gt;patmonahan&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Everything that I will be writing here for the next long while will be very positive. I go in weird phases when I lose perspective and I whine a tad. Okay I complain a ton. &lt;br/&gt; I’m taking a break from being that way. I am here to write uplifting tales from the fatty under belly of the Tuna. The…&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I love the feeling of “These guys understand every day life and use every day words”. I love hearing lyrics that sound like they could be in an Adam Sandler film ( such as every darn word in ” 50 ways to say goodbye”). I just find the words clever and the music is often catchy and exciting. And when you sing about hurt, I get it. Your don’t dress up bad feelings and try to romanticize them. Train music is real. I am a 40 year old wife and mother who is currently fighting like hell to stay alive in a body that’s trying it’s best to give out. I don’t want to be pandered to, or simply have something to tap my toes to. I crave music that is emotional and helps me to feel when I simply want to turn my face to the wall and be done. And you connect me to my kids. When someone in our home is having a rough day, the Train music goes on and we sing and dance and talk about what we’re hearing. Not only does your straightforward music appeal to me, but these kids get it; they giggle. They ask questions. Please just stay real and raw and endearing. Your music and lyrics seem so effortless; as if they were written over a bowl of cornflakes with The Flintstones playing in the background. I love that so much.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And I also love this time of year; homemade soup and sweaters and a cold nose. Hey, write about that. Thank you; all of you.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/34020261911</link><guid>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/34020261911</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 Oct 2012 06:47:29 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>PatBlogahan.com: True love</title><description>&lt;a href="http://patblogahan.com/post/17259901999/true-love"&gt;PatBlogahan.com: True love&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://patblogahan.com/post/17259901999/true-love"&gt;patmonahan&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;When I was a kid, I would watch award shows and see big music stars and big time actors saying they loved their fans. It always made me crack up, knowing none of them would ever go out of their way to give any of their fans the time of day. It’s actually kept me from saying I love my/our fans on…&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt; I find this extremely touching and I 100% believe thet all of these feelings expressed come from the heart. It’s nice to not feel like a stepping stone or part of a paycheck. I attended Trains San Diego show last summer, and my friends and I were really surprised by the sincerity and genuine love that was shown. Pat, you actually spoke of being nervous as you listened to Gavin Degraw and Maroon 5 and being worried about how well you’d do. We all found the lack of ego so refreshing. Money is tight and concerts aren’t cheap, so when I go to one and find the artists to be arrogant, I regret investing in them. You, Jimmy, Scott and the amazing people that work with you continue to be a great investment of my time, money and admiration.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/17270129667</link><guid>http://zeldafeldman.tumblr.com/post/17270129667</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 12:51:56 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
