<?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-7570335084347202919</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:01:22.283+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside The Wire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570335084347202919.post-761582092609156722</id><published>2009-12-04T16:05:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:37:50.575+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Afganinstan Now Obama's War</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  In the wake of President Obama’s announced increase of 30,000 US troops in Afghanistan I want to share an article forwarded to me by a friend. Out of everything I’ve read and watched over the past two days this was the most insightful analysis of Obama’s decision. I was a bit apprehensive at first due to the writer’s glowing approval of Obama but his praise was tempered </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/761582092609156722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/761582092609156722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-wake-of-president-obamas-announced.html' title='Afganinstan Now Obama&apos;s War'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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-7570335084347202919.post-4785368370035187297</id><published>2009-11-26T11:28:00.005+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T16:46:27.959+03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Strong Rough Cut</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  It was my junior year of college, back in the Spring of ‘97 when I made a last ditch effort to save myself and traveled back to my elementary school, P.S. 44 on Staten Island to make a short documentary about the school’s Principal Albert F. Quinn. I had become very depressed that year after my daughter's mother left me for what I thought was a friend. She and I had lived </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/4785368370035187297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/4785368370035187297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2009/11/it-was-my-junior-year-of-college-back.html' title='A Strong Rough Cut'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joDb1kunSY8/Sw5Y6E55_SI/AAAAAAAAABU/9j-sg1NeL8o/s72-c/SDC11194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570335084347202919.post-6536813175994761776</id><published>2009-11-16T11:50:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:16:57.878+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rummy Cake</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine back home posted a comment on Facebook mentioning that administration officials in Washington were cited two days ago in The New York Times  projecting that it would cost US taxpayers at least $1 million per soldier to provide General McChrystal his requested 40,000 additional troops. The Facebook comment was about the ugliness of putting a price tag on the lives of American </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/6536813175994761776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/6536813175994761776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2009/11/rummy-cake.html' title='Rummy Cake'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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-7570335084347202919.post-4810696662564548860</id><published>2009-11-13T16:16:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:19:52.916+03:00</updated><title type='text'>No Rain No Rainbows</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  This morning… I wake to my cell phone beeping. The battery was dieing. Half asleep now, the phone beeped again. This time it’s a text message from one of my coworkers, “No movements today.” That tells me there’s a security threat and we’re staying at home for the day. I fall back asleep.      It’s Friday, the High Holy Day and my day off. Ninety minutes later I was woken up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/4810696662564548860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/4810696662564548860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-morning-i-wake-to-my-cell-phone.html' title='No Rain No Rainbows'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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-7570335084347202919.post-2195621582750962084</id><published>2009-11-12T09:58:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T15:40:22.750+03:00</updated><title type='text'>One Small Cog</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  The temperature dropped and the wind picked up this evening. Three days ago my coworkers and I arrived t Kabul International Airport, the acronym of which does not bode well. I’ve arrived here to start work on a new contract that should keep me here in Afghanistan over the next year, maybe longer.  Similar to when I arrived in Iraq last January I've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/2195621582750962084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/2195621582750962084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-small-cog.html' title='One Small Cog'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joDb1kunSY8/SvvSosuRfUI/AAAAAAAAABI/9N7Nc0sNmQI/s72-c/SDC11571+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570335084347202919.post-1381183508537044707</id><published>2009-03-20T09:10:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:32:09.656+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><summary type='text'>Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.                           John LennonSt. Patrick’s day was two days ago and I heard that there is going to be a party tonight at the American Embassy. A week and a half has gone by since I arrived in Kabul, once again working in one of the foremost arenas in the “War On Terror”.  It’s a city completely surrounded by mountains, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/1381183508537044707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/1381183508537044707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-what-happens-to-you-while-youre.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joDb1kunSY8/ScM3N1nFIOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/qRAQ_NOiV00/s72-c/AfghanNewYear02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570335084347202919.post-3539160609383365255</id><published>2008-09-08T18:48:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:53:37.461+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Born on Groundhog Day</title><summary type='text'>I can’t think of another time when I’ve endured over 115 degree temperatures consistently for three months straight. In the haze of this Groundhog Day we keep waking up to I can hardly believe it but it’s the kickoff of football season, my daughter started her first year of high school, and there’s only two more months left before we vote for a new President.A little more than a week ago John </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/3539160609383365255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/3539160609383365255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-cant-think-of-another-time-when-ive.html' title='Born on Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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-7570335084347202919.post-8175847752411045010</id><published>2008-06-01T17:14:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:13.967+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nominal Degrees and Rising</title><summary type='text'>Most nights are uneventful. There have been very few mortar attacks on the base except for last night. Since one of my supervisors is on vacation I’ve been asked to fill in and provide tech support for a couple hours a night at a trailer compound that we provide internet service to. The incoming alarm went off while struggled to figure out how to get some guy’s PC laptop to recognize the signal, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/8175847752411045010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/8175847752411045010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2008/06/nominal-degrees-and-rising.html' title='Nominal Degrees and Rising'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joDb1kunSY8/SEKvae_cwSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/p27uO94lj9U/s72-c/DSCF0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570335084347202919.post-1363070191387669979</id><published>2008-05-06T13:36:00.002+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:14.075+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandstorms Bad Kites Good</title><summary type='text'>Over the past few months I haven’t posted to this blog for one reason or another. You could say it was my belated show of solidarity with the WGA strike. Maybe they’ll give me an honorary membership. Below are a few notes from my recent experiences living here on Camp Victory and Camp Victory, Baghdad, Iraq. I enjoyed watching the movie The Assassination of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/1363070191387669979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/1363070191387669979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2008/05/sandstorms-bad-kites-good.html' title='Sandstorms Bad Kites Good'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_joDb1kunSY8/SCA2GYSvHaI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PWax5O1lZMA/s72-c/DSCF0780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570335084347202919.post-2724759468915466489</id><published>2008-03-07T17:19:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T17:48:58.630+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahmud Ahmadinejad Visits Iraq But Where Are The Saudis?</title><summary type='text'>This past Sunday Mahmud Ahmadinejad, Iran’s president visited Iraq. He arrived early in the morning at Baghdad International Airport not far from Camp Victory. The day before his arrival a friend of Mohamed offered a bet that Sunnis would attack because of Amehdinejad’s visit. That made me a bit nervous but if Mohamed had taken the bet he would have won. Thankfully things were quiet that day. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/2724759468915466489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/2724759468915466489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2008/03/mahmoud-ahmadinejad-visists-iraq-ut.html' title='Mahmud Ahmadinejad Visits Iraq But Where Are The Saudis?'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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-7570335084347202919.post-4738182910631255097</id><published>2008-02-24T22:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:56:34.781+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage and Cease Fires</title><summary type='text'>March is soon approaching and will mark my 32nd birthday. I was born on Staten Island, N.Y. and never lived in one place longer than two years my entire life. The first three years I lived with my mother and grandmother on South Avenue in Mariner’s Harbor, with my Aunt Ethel in the Bronx for a while and several months with Mother Hale in Harlem. When I was three I was put into foster care, one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/4738182910631255097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/4738182910631255097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2008/02/marriage-and-cease-fires.html' title='Marriage and Cease Fires'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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-7570335084347202919.post-1087186064061530462</id><published>2008-02-18T19:33:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T19:55:46.424+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Your Typical Groundhog Day</title><summary type='text'>It’s strange when you have dreams, you can clearly recognize things while you are asleep but the moment you wake their memory fades and becomes as elusive as your distant past. Last night I dreamt of seeing Kim dressed in a blue silk dress with a red flower pattern, her hair was down and teased a bit on the sides, she had a large, yellow sheer fabric, somewhere between a scarf and a Sari, and was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/1087186064061530462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/1087186064061530462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2008/02/not-your-typical-groundhog-day.html' title='Not Your Typical Groundhog Day'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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-7570335084347202919.post-6965201302566979976</id><published>2008-02-16T19:00:00.004+03:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:44:14.266+03:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Mob Got To Do With It?</title><summary type='text'>The days are starting to slow down now that I’ve begun to get used to things. I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette and noticed that there are two tubes draining water into the ditch outside the office trailer. The ditch is lined with reeds and I started thinking about what use we have in creating good things in this life. Many people believe in an after life. What is the use of creating a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/6965201302566979976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/6965201302566979976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2008/02/days-are-starting-to-slow-down-now-that.html' title='What&apos;s The Mob Got To Do With It?'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_joDb1kunSY8/R71FAM9-xjI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7mecYmUjxOA/s72-c/DitchDrain02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7570335084347202919.post-7116395989724972472</id><published>2008-02-08T18:40:00.003+03:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:55:14.183+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Eating Fish and Speeding</title><summary type='text'>Friends of mine know that I’ve been sending emails to keep everyone posted on my experiences in Iraq. Considering that I’ve begun this blog I’ll assume there will be folks reading this that don’t know me from a whole in the wall. Basically I’m a filmmaker from Los Angeles that landed a job as a video editor in Baghdad. I left LA about four weeks ago and this is my second week here, as they say “</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/7116395989724972472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7570335084347202919/posts/default/7116395989724972472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://brianpaulcarlson.blogspot.com/2008/02/man-eating-fish-and-speeding.html' title='Man Eating Fish and Speeding'/><author><name>Brian Paul Carlson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02032339151869719347</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>
