<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283</id><updated>2010-09-25T20:05:02.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Call Me Thomas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-227900605819159720</id><published>2010-03-16T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T12:35:23.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diego Rivera: El suyo afecta en cultura latinoamericana</title><summary type='text'>Diego Rivera marido de Frida Kahlo, fue indiscutiblemente el más grande de Los Tres Grandes artistas mexicanos que interpretaron la revolución y la historia mexicana a través de enormes murales, y el cual situó el arte de la nación en un plano internacional en la primera mitad del siglo XX. Su trabajo, junto con el de los otros dos de Los Tres Grandes, Jose Clemente Orozco y David Siqueiros, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/227900605819159720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/03/diego-rivera-el-suyo-afecta-en-cultura.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/227900605819159720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/227900605819159720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/03/diego-rivera-el-suyo-afecta-en-cultura.html' title='Diego Rivera: El suyo afecta en cultura latinoamericana'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S5_dVlfpsoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/n2JZGgCooKE/s72-c/diego.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-43761256870569957</id><published>2010-02-20T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T23:04:26.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation</title><summary type='text'>A chill came over me, creeping down my body from head to toe and a shudder hit me like a wave rolling under my skin. Little bumps appeared on my skin as I clenched, contracting every muscle in my body in an attempt to remain warm. The fetal position. The music was still going from last night and I could hear Simon singing rhythmically into space. Or was it Garfunkel? Hard to tell when you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/43761256870569957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/02/transformation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/43761256870569957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/43761256870569957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/02/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-1514798190496761670</id><published>2010-02-14T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T14:38:24.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding a bus in Central America</title><summary type='text'>In certain parts of Central America, countries use old Canadian school busses as their public transportation. You know the ones. The yellow school busses you see in elementary school parking lots. You probably rode one to school at some point in your life. I met an American in Costa Rica that said his father ran a business that sold old rickety yellow school busses to countries in central america</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/1514798190496761670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/02/riding-bus-in-central-america.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/1514798190496761670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/1514798190496761670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/02/riding-bus-in-central-america.html' title='Riding a bus in Central America'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-6297967662505591141</id><published>2010-02-14T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T15:57:16.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a truck.</title><summary type='text'>My stomach wrenched in pain that night. I was lying in bed and couldnt bear the dagger-like jabs in my side anymore. I sat up, in defeat, and threw the blankets off of me in disgust. I knew what I had done to myself. Hunched and worried, I took only a few steps before I was in the washroom. My pants hit the floor and I was crouched and ready for the worst. I gripped the sink and a nearby ledge. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/6297967662505591141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/02/like-truck.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/6297967662505591141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/6297967662505591141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/02/like-truck.html' title='Like a truck.'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-8863582094920822726</id><published>2010-02-13T04:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:42:14.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>George, John, Paul and the other guy.</title><summary type='text'>Formed in 1960 in Liverpool, England, The Beatles never could have imagined what successes lay ahead of them when they made that historic appearance live on the Ed Sullivan Show February 9th, 1964. With 70 million people looking on from their households, The Beatles, undoubtedly the true kings of pop music, sang five songs in order: All My Loving, Till There Was You, She Loves You, I Saw Her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/8863582094920822726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/george-john-paul-and-other-guy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/8863582094920822726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/8863582094920822726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/george-john-paul-and-other-guy.html' title='George, John, Paul and the other guy.'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-6623455982889991286</id><published>2010-02-07T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T15:53:48.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Budding Leafs</title><summary type='text'>Tonight it felt good to be a Leaf fan. I remembered that feeling of pride and joy from deep down within while watching a team win. My team. Beating the Ottawa Senators and breaking their 11 game win streak couldn't have been more satisfying. Take that Alffy. You hitting Tucker from behind years ago in the playoffs and burying that game winning goal top shelf still hurts. But tonight was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/6623455982889991286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/02/budding-leafs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/6623455982889991286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/6623455982889991286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/02/budding-leafs.html' title='Budding Leafs'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-8393732658294797350</id><published>2010-01-29T20:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T14:23:28.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Academy or club, take your pick</title><summary type='text'>When I look at Canada’s collective woes on the on the international stage, one wonders why soccer in Canada just can't seem to get over the hump. I wonder perhaps if it starts with our youth system. Not exactly a ground breaking theory on my part, as it inevitably is the grassroots level of any sport that drives future success but what I’ve noticed as a former youth player, and soccer enthusiast,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/8393732658294797350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/academy-or-club-take-your-pick_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/8393732658294797350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/8393732658294797350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/academy-or-club-take-your-pick_29.html' title='Academy or club, take your pick'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-521575119204648863</id><published>2010-01-23T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T21:02:27.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer development: a hypothesis</title><summary type='text'>Soccer in Canada has been on a steady rise since the world’s most prestigious soccer tournament was just south of the boarder for World Cup '94.  More and more Canadian teams are travelling to larger, international soccer tournaments and placing, and sometimes winning, outplaying the academies of professional teams from Europe and South America. Canadian soccer identity has been called into </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/521575119204648863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/academy-or-club-take-your-pick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/521575119204648863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/521575119204648863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/academy-or-club-take-your-pick.html' title='Soccer development: a hypothesis'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S1tHsTDK2cI/AAAAAAAAAEc/umxJ8Mq4Dsc/s72-c/imagesball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-7045526066381020941</id><published>2010-01-14T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:03:44.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploration and Adrenaline</title><summary type='text'> A Journey Through Central AmericaWalking the streets of San Jose was an immediate reminder that I was a foreigner in someone else's land. "Doesn't speak the language, holds no currency, he is a foreign man, he is surrounded by the sound"...Paul Simon rings through my head as I recall every set of passing eyes on us as we ventured through the city streets. The Canadian flag on my bag hardly a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/7045526066381020941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/exploration-and-adrenaline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/7045526066381020941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/7045526066381020941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/exploration-and-adrenaline.html' title='Exploration and Adrenaline'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S2ddl61eJPI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EYWCcrvvEFc/s72-c/2.+High+classin%27+it+already.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-7948509923502199005</id><published>2010-01-13T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:25:47.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti Devastated</title><summary type='text'>The island of Haiti was devastated by the strongest earthquake to hit Haiti in two decades on Tuesday. The capital city of Port-au-Prince was stunned when a 7.0 magnitude quake struck just west of the capital city, which was quickly followed by two aftershocks of 5.9 and 5.5 magnitude. Haitian President Rene Preval has said thousands of people are feared dead. Fires blaze, while bloodied bodies </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/7948509923502199005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/haiti-devastated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/7948509923502199005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/7948509923502199005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/haiti-devastated.html' title='Haiti Devastated'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-3290136974826588751</id><published>2010-01-08T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T16:40:13.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Our House</title><summary type='text'>Soccer is a universal game. Canada is a multicultural country. It only makes sense that soccer as a spectator sport should thrive here. Toronto, arguably Canada's most diverse city culturally has been home to the Toronto FC since April of 2007. As if meant to be, soccer in Toronto has exploded. The community has taken to the team like gangbusters. Arguably with the leagues best stadium, BMO Field</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/3290136974826588751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/this-is-our-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/3290136974826588751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/3290136974826588751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/this-is-our-house.html' title='This is Our House'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wTTjzeJqbDk/S0f0oPC1gRI/AAAAAAAAADM/uMVvtwOCGq0/s72-c/BMO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-4117787246807993547</id><published>2010-01-08T11:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T11:38:17.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Not So Beautiful Game?</title><summary type='text'>Football, or soccer as it is known in North America, is a symbol unity. It embodies both athleticism and grace. A full throtle chess game where not only do your out-smart, but you must out-paly your opponent. Played in every corner of the world, it trancends borders, cultures and religion. It is a culture and a religion of its own. It is football. So when an incident happens like the one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/4117787246807993547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/not-so-beautiful-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/4117787246807993547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/4117787246807993547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/not-so-beautiful-game.html' title='The Not So Beautiful Game?'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-6928141406789831143</id><published>2010-01-08T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T01:10:04.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not An Easy Road</title><summary type='text'>Grammy nominated Jamaican singer Buju Banton faces a maximun sentence of 20 years in prison after his December 10th 2009 arrest in Florida. According to a U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration affidavit, Banton and two others traveled to Sarasota, Florida last week to purchase a large amount of cocaine from an undercover law enforcement officer. The DEA was tipped off by a confidential informant </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/6928141406789831143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/its-not-easy-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/6928141406789831143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/6928141406789831143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/its-not-easy-road.html' title='It&apos;s Not An Easy Road'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-7166128347570617199</id><published>2010-01-06T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:50:07.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Cockney's</title><summary type='text'>Quickly down the apples and pears,and hop into the jam jar.Heading down the frog and toad,into the rub da dub dub,for a cheaky little pig's ear.One too many later and I need a gypsy's kiss,but can't drive now or I'll be brown bread.Better call for an itch in me cracksy.I flag one down in the field of wheat,but not before one more Malcolm in the Middle in the alley.The twist and twirl I met comes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/7166128347570617199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/for-cockneys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/7166128347570617199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/7166128347570617199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/for-cockneys.html' title='For the Cockney&apos;s'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-2713853346370830491</id><published>2010-01-02T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T16:26:15.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand Up</title><summary type='text'>A Peace CoalitionThis document states and embodies the idea that war must be terminated in order for peace and humanity to be reached on a global scale. The nation-states united and adjoined to this act choose not to participate in any acts of war, domestically or abroad. In order to abolish war, we must unite against it. Only Nations that do not participate currently in war and would like to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/2713853346370830491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/stand-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/2713853346370830491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/2713853346370830491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2010/01/stand-up.html' title='Stand Up'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-4178904550799881227</id><published>2009-12-30T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T01:21:55.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for Thought.</title><summary type='text'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5eKYyD14d_0We are far too informed about the consequences resulting in not eating whole foods to allow a relatively intelligent society of people to consume the junk that large corporations shovel down our throats and promote as healthy food alternatives for people living in a fast-paced society. Such societies exist so that food corportations can profit from it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/4178904550799881227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2009/12/food-for-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/4178904550799881227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/4178904550799881227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2009/12/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought.'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-6244484434618422777</id><published>2009-12-30T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:43:34.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Sport Significant?</title><summary type='text'>Sport has become a major industry as well as a major cultural preoccupation in the contemporary world. Cities are increasingly using major sporting events and activities to re-image themselves, promote urban development, fund economic growth and regeneration, as well as implement policy and programs for social and physiological harmony. In Canada, The Federal Policy for Hosting International </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/6244484434618422777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2009/12/is-sport-significant_30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/6244484434618422777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/6244484434618422777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2009/12/is-sport-significant_30.html' title='Is Sport Significant?'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-2978058978765195780</id><published>2009-12-21T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T12:21:30.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain's Labyrinth</title><summary type='text'>The Spanish Civil war still haunts the world’s imagination.  A prelude to the Second World War and the first war between democracy and fascism, The Spanish Civil War lasted from 1936-1939. What began as a military coup on July 18, 1936, led to three years of Civil War after the military revolt failed.  It cost, perhaps, half a million lives. It ruined cities, towns and villages. For some, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/2978058978765195780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2009/12/spains-labyrinth_57.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/2978058978765195780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/2978058978765195780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2009/12/spains-labyrinth_57.html' title='Spain&apos;s Labyrinth'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4336863211264010283.post-2455907560763432151</id><published>2009-12-21T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T22:44:38.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><summary type='text'>My name is Thomas Caves and this is my first blog, ever. I recently realized my interest in writing.  I have an on-going passion for anything worldly, be it politics, food, music or injustices of any kind. I don't want to be one of those people going through the motions of life, and wake up tomorrow and feel I haven't done what my heart wanted. Passion is a powerful catalyst and without it life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.tcaves.com/feeds/2455907560763432151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2009/12/introduction.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/2455907560763432151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4336863211264010283/posts/default/2455907560763432151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.tcaves.com/2009/12/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>T.Caves</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11883665320797653870</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18150366223716146932'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
