<?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-18874483</id><updated>2011-07-28T11:37:53.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspended Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kevin Harris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SrzST5arUDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1LirP2o75hI/S220/portrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18874483.post-2053273313195691367</id><published>2009-10-01T11:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:01:35.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Six Secrets of Suspense</title><summary type='text'>
It has been said that "Fear is caused by ignorance."  I have been intrigued by fear for much of my life (perhaps because of how fearful I was as a child),  but I have never considered myself ignorant. 

Over ten years ago I picked up a book on fear in a store and began reading it.  In those first couple pages I learned things I had never considered before.  "Perhaps", I thought to myself, " I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/2053273313195691367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/2053273313195691367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/six-secrets-of-suspense.html' title='The Six Secrets of Suspense'/><author><name>Kevin Harris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SrzST5arUDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1LirP2o75hI/S220/portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SsT3RubcRHI/AAAAAAAAAT0/sTLaS19Umlo/s72-c/portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18874483.post-6914632014723906293</id><published>2009-09-30T16:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:18:39.885-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhythms of Life</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever noticed how people can sleep in a car through all sorts of noises, but when you turn off the car they suddenly wake up?  Could it be that the silence woke them up?

We get used to certain rhythms - like the sounds of the road or the construction down the street - and we don't even notice it after awhile.

Until the rhythm is broken. 

Another example of this is kids who have grown </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/6914632014723906293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/6914632014723906293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/rhythms-of-life.html' title='Rhythms of Life'/><author><name>Kevin Harris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SrzST5arUDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1LirP2o75hI/S220/portrait.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18874483.post-2478155885360215828</id><published>2009-09-22T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:01:48.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky Mountain Haunters Logo</title><summary type='text'>
I designed the logo above for the Rocky Mountain Haunters group.  They are located mostly in and around the Rocky Mountains as the name implies and have a passion for Halloween and haunting.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2478155885360215828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18874483&amp;postID=2478155885360215828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/2478155885360215828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/2478155885360215828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/rocky-mountain-haunters-logo.html' title='Rocky Mountain Haunters Logo'/><author><name>Kevin Harris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SrzST5arUDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1LirP2o75hI/S220/portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SrjlvGsClII/AAAAAAAAAS0/tUzDRFddTkc/s72-c/RMG_Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18874483.post-6998220431334999841</id><published>2008-11-26T16:35:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:19:09.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><summary type='text'>I do not often have bad dreams, but lately I have had a series of intense nightmares.  I can usually interpret my own dreams (and sometimes other people's) and so I know what they mean.  The image below is from a dream that freaked me out so bad I woke myself up yelling.  I had a hard time allowing myself to go back to sleep for quite a while.
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6998220431334999841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18874483&amp;postID=6998220431334999841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/6998220431334999841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/6998220431334999841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Kevin Harris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SrzST5arUDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1LirP2o75hI/S220/portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SS3djR1WOcI/AAAAAAAAANw/7_LzF5bkeHM/s72-c/scary+eyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18874483.post-6903247523504919126</id><published>2008-08-21T12:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:08:44.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suicide Prevention Poster</title><summary type='text'>Very cool.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6903247523504919126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18874483&amp;postID=6903247523504919126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/6903247523504919126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/6903247523504919126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/suicide-prevention-poster.html' title='Suicide Prevention Poster'/><author><name>Kevin Harris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SrzST5arUDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1LirP2o75hI/S220/portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18874483.post-6686558844150338240</id><published>2008-03-08T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T20:44:05.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Living Dead</title><summary type='text'>"When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them, they show us the state of our decay."-Brian AldissI've heard it said elsewhere that the generation gap is caused by adults throwing away their dreams.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6686558844150338240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18874483&amp;postID=6686558844150338240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/6686558844150338240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/6686558844150338240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/living-dead.html' title='The Living Dead'/><author><name>Kevin Harris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SrzST5arUDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1LirP2o75hI/S220/portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18874483.post-8323040182013122844</id><published>2008-02-12T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T18:47:41.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Sales people</title><summary type='text'>I didn't realize I had a fear of sales people until a saleswoman laughed at me. I was exiting a supermarket when my legs became paralyzed with fear as I approached her.  She was trying to hand me a "free" newspaper, but I knew she had a secret agenda: to try and talk me into getting a subscription to her paper.  My phobia was so strong, that I was unable to get within 5 feet of her and could only</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8323040182013122844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18874483&amp;postID=8323040182013122844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/8323040182013122844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18874483/posts/default/8323040182013122844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspendedthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/fear-of-sales-people.html' title='Fear of Sales people'/><author><name>Kevin Harris</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xk8aWG_h-v0/SrzST5arUDI/AAAAAAAAAS8/1LirP2o75hI/S220/portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
