<?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-6151019</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:23:24.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Nobody Stop The Juice</title><subtitle type='html'>A daily design journal.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109409257194133297</id><published>2004-09-01T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T22:39:02.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MmmmmDear Unknown Friend/Reader,If you are concerned about me, please contact me. I know you probably meant well, but sharing your concerns about me and my blog with Noreen can lead to things being the wrong way and blown out of proportion. Yes, earlier this week I was sadder than normal...but like I said, it would pass by the weekend. Thanks,Meee.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109409257194133297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109409257194133297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109409257194133297' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109392311347628598</id><published>2004-08-30T21:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T22:31:53.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still waiting for fridayThe following is a poem by Roy Croft that I started carrying in my wallet sometime in late June. I have a terrible memory so I was hoping if I read it 5 times a day I would have it memorized in preparation for this week. I was doing pretty well for awhile, but needless to say I gave up on trying.I love you,Not only for what you are,But for what I amWhen I am with you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109392311347628598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109392311347628598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109392311347628598' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109383509741309374</id><published>2004-08-29T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T21:38:59.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEEDED: One designated driver for Tuesday, August 31st For no real reason tonight turned into the worst night I've had in weeks. My parents were in for the weekend and when they left I went to drop some things off at Noreen's. I didn't want it to be awkward...I was hoping for 30seconds to 5minutes worth of small chit chat and friendliness. It was friendly, but unfortunately she looked hella </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109383509741309374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109383509741309374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_29_archive.html#109383509741309374' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109346450711016139</id><published>2004-08-25T14:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T15:08:27.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>out of touchThat's pretty much how I feel about most aspects of my life right now.  There are a lot of things I want to write about, I just can't pinpoint the thoughts. Some are positive, some aren't....but either way I just cant organize them. One really really random thing that struck a nerve though...Noreen made a post about her and Chuy getting on the same page in terms of their relationship</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109346450711016139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109346450711016139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109346450711016139' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109331428440276928</id><published>2004-08-23T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:25:41.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>motherfucker.i just erased about 45 minutes worth of typing because I couldn't get myself to hit "publish post"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109331428440276928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109331428440276928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109331428440276928' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109323967903521184</id><published>2004-08-23T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T00:41:20.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My mom says I'm a catch...I'm popularThis weekend was a nice ego boost for me, but once I lay down I still think about the wrong things.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109323967903521184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109323967903521184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109323967903521184' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109296724966458482</id><published>2004-08-19T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T21:02:21.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...and that's the way I'll get by.For awhile I believed that this entire ordeal was teaching me a lot about Noreen. I was convinced it was showing me her true nature, and to tell the truth, I still am. Before all of this went down, I saw Noreen as the most caring, passionate, loving and honest person I'd ever met. These were the qualities that drove my devotion. They defined her presence. But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109296724966458482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109296724966458482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109296724966458482' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109249702721607501</id><published>2004-08-14T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T10:25:49.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When you shoot for love and miss......do you go up for the "non-love" rebound?Every so often I think that I need to ask someone out. I know its way to early, and I really don't want anyone else, but at the same time my ego needs a boost. I need to know that I'm still desirable. I want to make someone laugh and want someone to get excited when I call. I want someone who will call her friends the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109249702721607501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109249702721607501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109249702721607501' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109241450163276724</id><published>2004-08-13T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T11:32:57.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A little contemplationIt is odd how complex situations can be sometimes....In an effort to minimize the stress in my life, last night while laying in bed I tried to come up with answers that would help me deal with all the confusion. Instead, I just ended up even more confused and unable to sleep.I don't know what to make of Noreen. She seems to be really bothered by the fact that I'm spending </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109241450163276724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109241450163276724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109241450163276724' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109236325324455016</id><published>2004-08-12T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T21:14:13.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel the need, the need for speedNo real details in this post, just short and sweet. I went out last night. Had a pretty decent time. Had a good talk with Seth about relationships. Also, I saw a lot of random people. Met up with an internet-geeky-design-messageboard friend Sarah and her boyfriend Louis. Both are a lot of fun. Got approached by a girl who introduced herself by saying "you broke</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109236325324455016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109236325324455016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109236325324455016' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109219089364403336</id><published>2004-08-10T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T21:21:33.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel craptacular!I get the overwhelming sense sometimes that I'm being punished. I knew nights like this would come every so often, but this is more than I can handle. I'm saddened and pissed and frustrated and tired. Not necessarily of Noreen, but at the world in general. I don't understand a world that lets someone's joy and happiness cause someone else so much pain. Mostly I hate knowing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109219089364403336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109219089364403336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109219089364403336' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109208611125016855</id><published>2004-08-09T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T16:15:11.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of many moments to come...Today at lunch I ran into a friend. I hadn't seen her in a very long time, so she had no idea about Noreen and I splitting. So of course the first words out of her mouth (after "hello") were, "sooooooo...do you miss Noreen? How is she enjoying Mexico? Blah Blah Blah" I sat there for a split second, weighing my options. I wanted desperately to stop the bleeding, but</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109208611125016855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109208611125016855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109208611125016855' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109204394194105164</id><published>2004-08-09T04:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T04:32:21.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its 4:27am...and I can't sleep. I had a fucked up dream and now I'm wide awake. I hate this feeling.Now I'm very afraid of things I shouldn't be afraid of.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109204394194105164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109204394194105164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109204394194105164' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109191812480771025</id><published>2004-08-07T17:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-07T19:37:45.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing the Waters Vol IILast night I went out again, this time with Jennifer and Johnny. I was supposed to join them and a few of their friends at Hole in the Wall for drinks. The drinking sounded good...seeing them did not. I was very nervous because they had always been mine and Noreen's favorite couple to hang out with while we were dating. All afternoon at work I was worried and nervous </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109191812480771025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109191812480771025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109191812480771025' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109179400334916077</id><published>2004-08-06T06:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T08:19:43.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back Back Forth and ForthHappiness,  jealousy, anger. It's a cycle I can't break. Actually more than anything I think these emotions are not a cycle at all. They are reflections of the different sides of me.First there is the happy side. This is the side of me that is brave, compassionate and optimistic...if not for myself but for her as well. It tells me that nothing is more important that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109179400334916077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109179400334916077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109179400334916077' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109167724638384975</id><published>2004-08-04T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T22:52:00.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remembering where and why and how...I just tried to go see Carandiru but my debit card got denied. That is twice in 2 days, even though there is plenty of money in my account and I was able to withdraw money from an ATM on the way home. I guess I'll try again tomorrow night. Seriously though, what the fuck? I'm sure if I had a dog it would have been run over sometime this week.While on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109167724638384975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109167724638384975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109167724638384975' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109158876905317652</id><published>2004-08-03T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T22:06:59.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bleh Bleh Black Sheep...I spent a week in Mexico in a totally fucked up and uncomfortable situation. During this time I ate tons of new food and tried a lot of different drinks. Yet I never once had a serious stomach problem...hmm, actually the beer fucked me up one night, but whatever. Now that I'm back I'm pretty sure I have a stomach virus. At least it's not the stress that's making me vomit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109158876905317652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109158876905317652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109158876905317652' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109149555039316601</id><published>2004-08-02T20:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T20:21:35.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bravo!West Wing Marathon to keep me company. Missed Carmen's food so I went toFiesta after work. Got some torillas and black beans. I thought about saying hello to Jennifer and Johnny, but I figured I should let them be.So far today as been touch and go. Half of the time I am fine and optimistic.The other half I am a devastated mess. I also have potentially life changing news...Only there </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109149555039316601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109149555039316601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109149555039316601' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109146041759360985</id><published>2004-08-02T10:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T10:26:57.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now I want to go homethe guys at work have teased me the last two months about Noreen leaving me for a guy she falls for in mexico. one of my favorite people here just asked me if I met Noreen's Mexican "man-stress" (mistress). I'm sure he'd feel terrible if he knew how little and foolish that just made me feel. I didn't want to try and explain so I just faked a smile.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109146041759360985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109146041759360985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109146041759360985' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109145365668825525</id><published>2004-08-02T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T08:34:16.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Austin is stale and lonelyI returned to find that my tivo box was full and I have ZERO episodes of the West Wing to keep my mind of thinking of all the crap I'd simply like to forget. My computer is also dead so there is no way of wasting time surfing the internet. But that is kind of a good thing, and I doubt I'll put any effort into fixing it any time soon.I hate the fact that I am alone. I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109145365668825525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109145365668825525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109145365668825525' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109115554752888528</id><published>2004-07-29T21:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T21:46:51.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PS.... But if he breaks her heart, don't think I wouldn't spend $600 for an opportunity to drop his ass. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109115554752888528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109115554752888528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109115554752888528' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-109115463630168020</id><published>2004-07-29T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T21:30:36.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soooo.....   I'm sure all of you have heard through the grapevine that Noreen and I have broken up. I just wanted to take a few minutes to set some things straight, and give a little perspective from my side of the fence. First, no one is to blame for this. Noreen can't help if she has fallen for another person. I can't help it. The other person can't help it. While its the most devastating </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109115463630168020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/109115463630168020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109115463630168020' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108816603719148222</id><published>2004-06-25T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T07:20:37.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Goodbye Blue HouseHere are some pics of my new apt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108816603719148222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108816603719148222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108816603719148222' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108788057847914824</id><published>2004-06-22T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T00:02:58.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PS I know that I need to fix my header. It got lost when a server went down :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108788057847914824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108788057847914824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108788057847914824' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108788043996973341</id><published>2004-06-21T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T00:07:54.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don't you think girl, I could roooooock yo' body?This was supposed to be a surprize, but I just couldnt wait. Noreen, expect this in the mail.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108788043996973341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108788043996973341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108788043996973341' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108464292749829125</id><published>2004-05-15T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T12:42:07.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movin' on up...I am now the sixth result if you search for "Justin Cox" on Google.Fuck that hockey player guy. I'm never going to beat him :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108464292749829125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108464292749829125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108464292749829125' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108464240849914864</id><published>2004-05-15T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T12:33:45.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you need a BALLA?  So you can shop and tear the MALL UP?Yesterday I got my written offer from Inovant/Visa in the mail and I must say I'm excited. I'm feeling a little guilty seeing as though I wasted my 4-years in college, never really applying myself and only going to the motions. A lot of my friends worked their asses off and will probably have a difficult time finding jobs they are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108464240849914864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108464240849914864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108464240849914864' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108304699379982282</id><published>2004-04-27T01:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T01:29:27.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better looking examples....Anyone know any good blank apparel distributors? These are the types of shirts we would want. The only problem is they run $16 a pop at american apparel.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108304699379982282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108304699379982282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108304699379982282' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108304309070418092</id><published>2004-04-27T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T00:22:24.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shirt 2?Possibly.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108304309070418092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108304309070418092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108304309070418092' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108204493940856014</id><published>2004-04-15T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T11:08:43.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breakfast for Four</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108204493940856014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108204493940856014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108204493940856014' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-10819050467850583</id><published>2004-04-13T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T11:09:05.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We don't die, we multiply!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/10819050467850583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/10819050467850583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#10819050467850583' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108187175074849726</id><published>2004-04-13T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T11:00:59.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Possible New ShirtMy friend Caleb is really into the idea of starting a small Tshirt line here in Austin. We're thinking something that could be sold in trendy stores like Emeralds, Jezabel (or Upstairs for men) and Flirt. We'll see if anything comes of it. I guess it depends on how much money we can save. This is the first possible design</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108187175074849726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108187175074849726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108187175074849726' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-108066023116172459</id><published>2004-03-30T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T09:27:26.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matt is a heathenI'm not sure which version of this photo I like most. They all have their neat featuresThe OriginalMatt DiffusedMatt Super ContrastMatt Super WarmAnyway, more D.C. photos to come....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108066023116172459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/108066023116172459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108066023116172459' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107915655406572808</id><published>2004-03-12T23:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T23:47:27.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Color Correction PracticeDiscovered After Effects + Photoshop is a far superior tool for color correcting photos than Photoshop alone. Here are a few examples:Me in a mirror - originalMe in a mirror - color correctedMatt's "Grady Toss" (click for large version)Matt's "Grady Toss" - color corrected (click for large version)If you have fun photos that I can practice with, let me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107915655406572808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107915655406572808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107915655406572808' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107836758138124348</id><published>2004-03-03T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T20:36:00.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween LeftoversThe following are some doll parts Noreen and I got off Ebay a few years ago. I burnt/melted/stabbed/threaded them to use as Halloween decorations. I never got around to taking photos until last week.If you dont have broadband, go get some coffee.....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107836758138124348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107836758138124348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107836758138124348' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107780836926362112</id><published>2004-02-26T09:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T10:04:50.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>These almost look like paintings to me...So yesterday I started taking photos of walls every where I went. It started as just a way to test the exposure and flash settings on my Lumix but after three shots, I was addicted. I think this is going to become a habit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107780836926362112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107780836926362112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107780836926362112' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107729580146641980</id><published>2004-02-20T10:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T13:34:14.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who do I think I am? Kriston?Yayhoorayer "trshbtisdead," also known as Justin, found a Morning News link to MegaVote, an email notification service which tracks the votes of your local representatives. Hoorah for technology put to good use!UPDATE: Appearently this only emails you on votes concerning historic preservation issues. Bah at technology that is not as useful as it seems.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107729580146641980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107729580146641980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107729580146641980' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107728950703591273</id><published>2004-02-20T09:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T09:20:32.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creative Collaborations : Pixel TownThis is quite possibly the greatest collaboration project I will ever have worked on:PIXEL TOWN: A Yayhooray CollaborationThe project took place at Yayhooray and was completed (this incomplete screenshot is all I have) maybe 4 or 5 months ago. It never dawned on me to share it. People of all skill levels took their stab at pixel art (it was my first time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107728950703591273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107728950703591273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107728950703591273' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107721259414598816</id><published>2004-02-19T11:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T11:50:06.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kodak makes me happyA company here in Austin just sold Kodak kiosks which developed 35mm film in minutes. No more need for one-hour developing that turns out to be two or three.Here is the article.While I feel bad for all the small mom n' pop photo joints, I really like the idea. My only concern is that the article seems to imply that you get no negatives back, just a digital cd. If that is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107721259414598816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107721259414598816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107721259414598816' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107713644423810739</id><published>2004-02-18T14:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T14:38:03.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ode To MattyMy new favorite place on the internet comes via The Washington Post: Camera Works.Also, if you scroll down there is a wonderful slideshow that contains the work of Michael Robinson-Chavez, who was recently was named Photographer of the Year by the WHNPA. Definately worth a viewing.Links courtesy of Ian</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107713644423810739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107713644423810739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107713644423810739' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107660338076038974</id><published>2004-02-12T10:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:32:49.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SkirtsShirts on FireWe still have a box of shirts taking up the space on my bedroom floor were more dirty clothes could sit. Sizes available are YL, M, L, XL, XXL. They shrink a little, but not too much. You can now order them with paypal HERE.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107660338076038974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107660338076038974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107660338076038974' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107653694129860475</id><published>2004-02-11T15:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:27:26.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>South By SouthWWWest....As SXSW approaches, it's once again time for me to be saddened by the lack of hype the interactive portion of the festival gets. I know that it will always be the adopted stepbrother to the music portion (for good reason), but  I would kill for a all-access pass to this year's interactive.Eli Pariser and Zack Exley (MoveOn.org) are this year's big Keynote attraction.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107653694129860475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107653694129860475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107653694129860475' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107608393117852038</id><published>2004-02-06T10:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T11:37:21.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WTF...this post actually has text!I've been meaning to write this blog for about a week, but everytime I sit down at my computer with enough time to actually do it, Texas Hold'em pulls me away.About a month ago an old instructor emailed me asked if I'd be interested in doing some Interface Design at the company she works at. She knew I was graduating soon and contacted me because she thinks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107608393117852038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107608393117852038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608393117852038' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107607975652541635</id><published>2004-02-06T09:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T09:04:59.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Come and eat from my honey pot</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107607975652541635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107607975652541635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107607975652541635' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107479017137376295</id><published>2004-01-22T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T10:35:10.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So...today I got an internship with a giant financial institution (barring a security check) through a former instructor. Looks like I'll get two job offers when I graduate. Cross your fingers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107479017137376295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107479017137376295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107479017137376295' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107414756067070697</id><published>2004-01-15T00:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T00:21:13.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paintings</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107414756067070697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107414756067070697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107414756067070697' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107351056299114160</id><published>2004-01-07T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T11:21:17.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Font You Very MuchMade a font of my handwriting:Download the TTF: imjustincognito regular</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107351056299114160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107351056299114160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107351056299114160' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107147756576537613</id><published>2003-12-15T02:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T02:39:38.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More Polaroids</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107147756576537613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107147756576537613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107147756576537613' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107086547924877680</id><published>2003-12-08T00:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T00:38:51.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Polariod MadnessMatty and Seemay had a little photoshoot so I took the opportunity to play around with distressing polariods.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107086547924877680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107086547924877680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107086547924877680' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107061990980655473</id><published>2003-12-05T04:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T04:25:20.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Suemero UnoFor over 2 years capps has been asking me to do a series of vector art with he and susan as subjects.well capps here is the first installment: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107061990980655473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107061990980655473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107061990980655473' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107059863486846950</id><published>2003-12-04T22:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-24T10:40:15.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Noreen : A Photo SeriesRight. So a 15 page paper has limited the amount of time I could doodle on the puter, but in an effort to keep in the habit of posting, I'm putting up a series photos I took ages ago.In LightsLaying with LightsSitting with FlowerNoreen and CandlesNoreen with SoapNoreen and Soap In Lights</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107059863486846950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107059863486846950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107059863486846950' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107031485427207351</id><published>2003-12-01T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T15:41:14.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Matt SketchesMateo Numero UnoMateo Numero Dos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107031485427207351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107031485427207351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107031485427207351' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-10703036018600734</id><published>2003-12-01T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:33:37.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/10703036018600734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/10703036018600734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#10703036018600734' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107030324571520687</id><published>2003-12-01T12:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:31:38.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Experiments in Negative SpacePortrait of a WomenClass Room Scene</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107030324571520687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107030324571520687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107030324571520687' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107025609269542173</id><published>2003-11-30T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T13:32:53.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More old shit.Vector DrawingDone for Push Magazine a long time ago. Again, something that never got used. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107025609269542173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107025609269542173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107025609269542173' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107025459200460988</id><published>2003-11-30T22:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T13:28:22.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is from about 5 months ago. it was supposed to be a poster for a non-profit's campaign for Article 19, which is a global campaign for free expression.not the greatest execution. pretty male-centric and only depicts free speech but then again the planning process wasn't great either. i asked for more collaboration in the planning and the contact kind of flaked out. so any potential at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107025459200460988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107025459200460988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107025459200460988' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107025258890469589</id><published>2003-11-30T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:16:57.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Done for an "extreme" yoga joint here in Austin. Not sure how I feel about her being on fire. I wanted to stay away from the obvious solution to the name of the company, but at the same time I think I did a decent job with the visual. Don't know if it wil be used or not but it was good to experience the planning and implementation process again. Been awhile since I've done branding.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107025258890469589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107025258890469589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107025258890469589' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6151019.post-107025155549376701</id><published>2003-11-30T22:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T22:31:35.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, after continually failing to post in my previous blog, I've decided to start fresh...and this time, I'm centering this badboy around something more suited to my interests. While talking to Noreen and Matty this afternoon I brought up the fact that I'm a pretty simple guy when it comes to analyzing my life. If you asked me to sum up my weekend, you'd  get two sentences from me. Noreen or Matt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107025155549376701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6151019/posts/default/107025155549376701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imjustincognito.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107025155549376701' title=''/><author><name>justin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08415782088434365132</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></entry></feed>
