<?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-7243915</id><updated>2009-11-10T20:19:00.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sotto voce | part of the tant mieux project</title><subtitle type='html'>one woman | a cellphone | two laptops | write now, right now</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>220</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-8471243303351905105</id><published>2008-03-21T10:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T10:18:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment of truth | money honey</title><summary type='text'> tant mieux on Cyrano - the latest post... pleased to note that this article has been syndicated and has appeared on other sites, including PEN America at http://www.pen.org/ViewBlogPost.php?prmBlogID=262&amp;prmProfileID=40628thanks, as ever, for reading...s.r.p., march 21, 1.21 p.m.  &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:96315386-B7C3-43BF-94AA-1854DDD9A56A:0 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/8471243303351905105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/8471243303351905105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2008/03/moment-of-truth-money-honey.html' title='the moment of truth | money honey'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-2665476940640870836</id><published>2007-09-29T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T13:37:22.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o, irony</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:9F03C5FB-8961-4737-AA73-9BDF49DECA8F:1 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from www.bspcn.comWe all shrug off our mortal coil eventually. Whilst we all look forward to a long and happy life, there are some unfortunate souls who leave this world with a touch of humor. If you’re gonna go, go out in style!Lifeguards On DutyIn New Orleans more than 100 lifeguards threw a party to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/2665476940640870836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/2665476940640870836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-irony.html' title='o, irony'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-8049578493163819110</id><published>2007-09-29T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T05:12:56.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>corruption index</title><summary type='text'> read it and truly weep &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:B44228AF-798F-44DE-9296-D96062750E11:1 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from www.haaretz.com																																		w26/09/2007									Israel ranked 30th out of 180 countries in Corruption IndexIsrael is ranked 30th out of 180 states in the 2007 "Corruption Perceptions Index," released Wednesday by Transparency International, a global NGO </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/8049578493163819110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/8049578493163819110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/09/corruption-index.html' title='corruption index'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-1229462639822811731</id><published>2007-09-27T10:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T10:10:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what would b.d. do?</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:DA3FDCA9-19EC-44A4-BDAE-41BB6E0CBBEB:0 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from www.dylanmessaging.com &lt;!-- END_CLIP_CONTENT --&gt;  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/1229462639822811731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/1229462639822811731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-would-bd-do.html' title='what would b.d. do?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-1386667171629743909</id><published>2007-09-17T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T19:11:18.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when did editing end? - sadi ranson-polizzotti</title><summary type='text'> part of an ongoing (and previous) series on the popular site, teleread, www.teleread.org, editor david rothman, author, sadi ranson-polizzotti. &lt;!-- BEGIN_CLIP_CONTENT ID:BDC6722B-7785-470B-80DA-42562ED03F09:0 CLIPMARKS.COM --&gt;clipped from www.teleread.orgNo longer can an editor find the time to hold an author’s hand and, line by line, make careful or substantive changes to a submitted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/1386667171629743909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/1386667171629743909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/09/when-did-editing-end-sadi-ranson.html' title='when did editing end? - sadi ranson-polizzotti'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-2673710258325092705</id><published>2007-04-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:06:57.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what&apos;s going on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sotto voce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranson-polizzotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='editorial'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='welcome back'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='links'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tant mieux'/><title type='text'>what's new |</title><summary type='text'> Sotto Voce is by no means 'in-active' - this site is a portal and a site unto itself. It has articles all its own and it also leads to Tant Mieux which houses most of the articles on all sites, which have been published on other sites as well including print publications, various anthologies, books, etc. So The Tant Mieux Project and Sotto Voce are like a warehouse in effect for keeping all of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/2673710258325092705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/2673710258325092705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/04/whats-new.html' title='what&apos;s new |'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/Ri_Lt3jcoCI/AAAAAAAAAEM/h4gAOqAGUlc/s72-c/sadie+no+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-823254583992771217</id><published>2007-03-15T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T14:42:25.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eat the document'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tantmieux'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranson-polizzotti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.a. pennebaker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballad of the thinman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sadi ranson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectingrain'/><title type='text'>ballad of the thin man... eat the document</title><summary type='text'>This footage of Ballad of the Thin Man from Eat the Document (also found with a lot more about Dylan on Dylan So Much the Better ) is most notable because Pennebaker cut his own lens for this footage and this footage only, which is part of why you get the effect you have of the light behind Dylan – the lights in general and how it shines almost eerily behind him. More &gt;&gt;&gt;*note that this article </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/823254583992771217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/823254583992771217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/03/ballad-of-thin-man-eat-document.html' title='ballad of the thin man... eat the document'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/RfnY0vkwA2I/AAAAAAAAACw/cOX7QxBHmFw/s72-c/pennebaker+21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-3820986126398898401</id><published>2007-01-14T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:59:05.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>simon cowell says Dylan is boring - next please....</title><summary type='text'>It’s somewhat ironic that Simon Cowell of American Idol, uh, notoriety, has stated that Bob Dylan’s music “Bores him to tears.” More, “…the Bob Dylans of this world would (not) make American idol a better show.”Cowell went on to say he preferred Kelly Clarkson and that he had “Never bought a Dylan record.”Well wow.Should we all be devastated the king of, how shall we put this gently… mediocre pop</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/3820986126398898401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/3820986126398898401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2007/01/simon-cowell-says-dylan-is-boring-what.html' title='simon cowell says Dylan is boring - next please....'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7m-g1Hd5jJg/RaqzuHiLxRI/AAAAAAAAABw/Cgv-fRctd0I/s72-c/bob+dylan+65.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116622547290215029</id><published>2006-12-15T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T15:31:12.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a word...</title><summary type='text'>We're glad to be back blogging on Sotto Voce since we've been very busy with Bob Dylan on Tant Mieux. That said, we never forget our other sites, and have created a new slew of places to visit and articles to read: start with et pourquoi pas and check out the other articles on that blog.Also, visit Tant Mieux, where the traffic has gone way up and see just how much has changed. There are new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116622547290215029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116622547290215029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/12/word.html' title='a word...'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116449414975970479</id><published>2006-11-25T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:34:42.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bob Dylan - When The Deal Goes Downjust because it's too good not to. For more Bob Dylan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116449414975970479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116449414975970479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/bob-dylan-when-deal-goes-down-just.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116447438587537891</id><published>2006-11-25T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:36:17.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dylan - signage in Londonfor more click Bob Dylan</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447438587537891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447438587537891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/dylan-signage-in-london-bob-dylan-on.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116447205393597316</id><published>2006-11-25T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:33:48.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bob dylan  don't think twice, 1965live concert footage, for more please click here for Bob Dylan on Tant Mieux</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447205393597316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447205393597316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/bob-dylan-dont-think-twice-1965-live.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116447187128041879</id><published>2006-11-25T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:37:41.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bob dylan  time magazine interviewfor more, visithttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/bob-dylan-on-tant-mieux-/ and select Dylan from the right navigation.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447187128041879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116447187128041879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/bob-dylan-time-magazine-interview-for.html' title=''/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116353470236551335</id><published>2006-11-14T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T17:38:25.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bob dylan | boot heels still wanderin - live at agganis, november 12, 2006</title><summary type='text'>The Agganis Arena at Boston University is large – pretty large anyway, with raked seating and crimson backed chairs and seats that line the flat base of the floor. It seems worthy of Dylan more than the show I saw this summer at a baseball field in Pawtuckett Rhode Island where Dylan played, which was a terrific show and set-list (so don’t get me wrong, this was a great show), and while Dylan may</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116353470236551335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116353470236551335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/bob-dylan-boot-heels-still-wanderin.html' title='bob dylan | boot heels still wanderin - live at agganis, november 12, 2006'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335806883110537</id><published>2006-11-12T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:01:08.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a time for departure</title><summary type='text'>Tennessee Williams said, “There is a time in life for departure even when there is no place to go.”It’s a slippery statement but at this juncture, I can relate in that I feel a need for departure – be it from a relationship or place – it is a departure all the same. The scary thing about departure is that you don’t know where it leads, as Williams says. You know where you were, or you think you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335806883110537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335806883110537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/time-for-departure.html' title='a time for departure'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335696751266839</id><published>2006-11-12T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:42:47.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Documented; Leaving a Legacy</title><summary type='text'>I’ve written about this before to some extent anyway, and yet I find myself coming back around to the topic with yet more thoughts and ideas. The topic here is legacy, documentary and why we, or I anyway, feel the need to preserve a given moment. There must be hundreds, if not thousands, of photographs in this house in various stages of their evolution from storage on disk, to stacks or prints, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335696751266839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335696751266839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-is-documented-leaving-legacy.html' title='What is Documented; Leaving a Legacy'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335496240798480</id><published>2006-11-12T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:09:22.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting for Dylan in Pawtuckett</title><summary type='text'>We are sixth or so in line in front the imposing stadium security gate at McCoy Stadium in Pawtucket , Rhode Island .It is August 24, 2006 and it is early hours yet – only 2:30 – which leaves us with three hours before we can even enter the stadium where we will see Bob Dylan. If you count the warm-up acts as part of our wait, we have about six or so hours of waiting time before Bob Dylan comes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335496240798480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335496240798480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/waiting-for-dylan-in-pawtuckett.html' title='waiting for Dylan in Pawtuckett'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335476489966881</id><published>2006-11-12T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:06:04.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what would Bob Dylan do?</title><summary type='text'>After having gone through many hard times, and hey, who hasn’t in their life by a certain age, I have finally realized that I absolutely know nothing. By this I do not mean the “oh, I at last realize that I used to know everything, but I now realize that I knew so little.” I truly mean that I know absolutely nothing (hard emphasis there.) &gt;&gt; more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335476489966881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335476489966881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-would-bob-dylan-do.html' title='what would Bob Dylan do?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-116335429339881287</id><published>2006-11-12T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T10:03:08.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wired: Vagus Nerve Stimulation, Epilepsy &amp; Me</title><summary type='text'>There are, of course, risks with any major surgery. Even with minor surgery.My neurologist wants me to get a vagus nerve stimulator implanted beneath my pectoral muscle, which is just below my breast. “A slight scar” he says and runs his finger along the side of his arm &gt;&gt;&gt;more...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335429339881287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/116335429339881287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/11/wired-vagus-nerve-stimulation-epilepsy.html' title='Wired: Vagus Nerve Stimulation, Epilepsy &amp; Me'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-109891236454422911</id><published>2006-10-07T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T12:13:16.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>allons'y</title><summary type='text'> welcome to Sotto Voce, which is part of The Tant Mieux Project, which is to say that it is part of a whole lot of stuff.Tant Mieux - so much the better - to translate loosely that is, is a site where we publish cultural comment, music commentary, generational and cultural issues, GenX issues, sociological comment, poetry (of all kinds, ranging from simply seasonal to Love to the elusive Other, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109891236454422911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109891236454422911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/10/allonsy.html' title='allons&apos;y'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-109690573395147176</id><published>2006-10-04T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:27:57.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to sotto voce</title><summary type='text'>the long and strong rainy days of summer, unlike most other times of year, a real deluge that brings down trees with thunderous clouds and lightning that always seems to seek out and strike someone as reported on the evening news. Yet despite all of this, despite our work and those impossible deadlines, let's face it, we love all of it. We love those deadlines, to be driven and to feel that elan </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109690573395147176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/109690573395147176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to-sotto-voce.html' title='welcome to sotto voce'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-115612125797537855</id><published>2006-08-20T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:08:46.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>publish or perish | your fifteen minutes - you think so?</title><summary type='text'> Everyone wants their fifteen minutes of fame, some even want more but will say only fifteen minutes lest they sound greedy. Warhol thought perhaps we all had our fifteen minutes. I'm not even sure about that. There are people i see all the time and i'm quite certain they will not get one minute, let alone fifteen minutes of fame, which is not to say that i would or will, only that i don't see it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/115612125797537855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/115612125797537855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/08/publish-or-perish-your-fifteen-minutes.html' title='publish or perish | your fifteen minutes - you think so?'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113907410695232034</id><published>2006-02-04T09:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T10:42:35.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the list of the moment, volume two</title><summary type='text'>I admit, I have been mooning about lately and so my present list of the moment, the current top songs on MY own list, which I do periodically, is perhaps not to be completely trusted. That said, I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't at least find it to try some of these songs, unless they are way out of your genre (so far that you couldn't crawl home), then I think why not give it a shot. Without </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113907410695232034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113907410695232034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2006/02/list-of-moment-volume-two.html' title='the list of the moment, volume two'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113510028832152341</id><published>2005-12-20T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T09:38:08.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>caught in the moment</title><summary type='text'>It's hard to capture the moment of any given moment in a single snapshot, and yet this shot, to me, captures everything about my most recent foray to NYC. It was subtle, full of life, soft, scented, productive, proud, energetic yet mild, and always but always with friends both old and new and discovering new things about myself and about them as well. Once can hardly say that this was by any </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113510028832152341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113510028832152341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/12/caught-in-moment.html' title='caught in the moment'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7243915.post-113492741004600737</id><published>2005-12-18T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T09:39:01.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>renaldo &amp; clara - Bob Dylan's love story gone wrong.</title><summary type='text'>In white-face make-up, eyes lined heavily black, and lips smeared with red, Dylan wails out the song about whom, let’s face it, the whole of Renaldo and Clara is about – Sara, his wife at the time and then soon-to-be ex-wife. Well the film could be called, Renaldo and Sara anyway, but the truth is the film is just as much about Dylan himself as it is about anyone, if not more so. It’s about …(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113492741004600737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7243915/posts/default/113492741004600737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sottovocce.blogspot.com/2005/12/renaldo-clara-bob-dylans-love-story.html' title='renaldo &amp; clara - Bob Dylan&apos;s love story gone wrong.'/><author><name>sadi ranson-polizzotti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08114237889458107264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07969382784420113184'/></author></entry></feed>