<?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-31617921</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:11:20.341-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Salmagundi</title><subtitle type='html'>Pronounced (sal-muh-GUHN-dee), it means a salad, a mixture; a potpourri - like the random and incoherent thoughts in our head.
www.worldwidewords.org says: the word came from French and in English the name was corrupted to Solomon-gundy in the eighteenth century, and might be related to the rhyme: “Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday, christened on Tuesday, married on Wednesday, took ill on Thursday, worse on Friday, died on Saturday, buried on Sunday, that is the end of Solomon Grundy.”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmagundi-salmagundi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31617921/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmagundi-salmagundi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Salmagundi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09159610379745631740</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31617921.post-115398784193668189</id><published>2006-07-27T05:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T14:03:31.460-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Bizarre</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="194" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7851/3433/320/faint.0.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;There is this theory on how our dreams have a lot to do with subconscious, etc. But put simply, they are usually about events that have occurred either during the course of the day or sometime in the recent past. Like if you were to think about birds a lot on a particular day, in all likelihood, the same night you'd have birds in your dream.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the weirdest thing happened... I woke up from a nightmare in which I was in a transparent elevator that was going 100mph. I look down and faint at the sight. I woke up at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of hours later, out of my dream, I'm in the shower and someone outside lights an strong incense (dhoop). The strong smell shoots up my nose and I pass out. It's a classic case of a dream foreseen - not to sound too Shyamalanesque.&lt;br /&gt;A colleague was telling me the elevator bit was straight out of a movie called 'The house on haunted hill' which I haven't seen yet but should do so sometime soon...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31617921-115398784193668189?l=salmagundi-salmagundi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmagundi-salmagundi.blogspot.com/feeds/115398784193668189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31617921&amp;postID=115398784193668189' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31617921/posts/default/115398784193668189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31617921/posts/default/115398784193668189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmagundi-salmagundi.blogspot.com/2006/07/very-bizarre.html' title='Very Bizarre'/><author><name>Salmagundi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09159610379745631740</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31617921.post-115381195804445847</id><published>2006-07-25T03:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T06:46:08.476-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Well...</title><content type='html'>Finally, I've got around to creating a blog for myself after all the procrastinating. And suddenly I'm blank... I don't remember what I wanted to write. Does that happen to everyone? When you decide you want to post a blog, and when you actually get around to doing it, you're blank, there's just absolutely nothing you can remember.. no traces, nothing. All the thinking and the mulling over things in buses and trains and late at night when you can't sleep for no reason in particular. All evaporated.&lt;br /&gt;Like when a chef starts to cook Thanksgiving dinner or when he's trying a new recipe -one he just thought of the night before - and doesn't remember what the ingredients were supposed to comprise.&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't there be a term for this? Maybe something like a 'Blogger's Block'. Well I hope I get over mine the next time I post something here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31617921-115381195804445847?l=salmagundi-salmagundi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://salmagundi-salmagundi.blogspot.com/feeds/115381195804445847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31617921&amp;postID=115381195804445847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31617921/posts/default/115381195804445847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31617921/posts/default/115381195804445847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://salmagundi-salmagundi.blogspot.com/2006/07/well.html' title='Well...'/><author><name>Salmagundi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09159610379745631740</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>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
