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		<title>Comment on Cataclysm by Kittie Kelly</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/cataclysm/#comment-75</link>
		<dc:creator>Kittie Kelly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 18 Aug 2011 02:43:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jay,
you are missed ! I have wondered, my daughter has wondered and we really want to know where you are??
I'm Eric's step daughter and you made wedding rings for my daughter Kate and Jonas 2 years ago.
Please let us know.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jay,<br />
you are missed ! I have wondered, my daughter has wondered and we really want to know where you are??<br />
I&#8217;m Eric&#8217;s step daughter and you made wedding rings for my daughter Kate and Jonas 2 years ago.<br />
Please let us know.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Lookin&#8217; for a nip in the air by Suzanne Hurst</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/lookin-for-a-nip-in-the-air/#comment-74</link>
		<dc:creator>Suzanne Hurst</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2011 14:47:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jay, I'm still trying to get a response from you. I just wrote India on the blog. Since you have no entries for 2011, I am thinking the worst. Please write to me. Love you always! Suzanne</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jay, I&#8217;m still trying to get a response from you. I just wrote India on the blog. Since you have no entries for 2011, I am thinking the worst. Please write to me. Love you always! Suzanne</p>
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		<title>Comment on Lookin&#8217; for a nip in the air by Suzanne Hurst</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/lookin-for-a-nip-in-the-air/#comment-72</link>
		<dc:creator>Suzanne Hurst</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 31 Dec 2010 21:42:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I just left you a message on your home page, Jay. I've been worried about you. Are you ok? I hope so and that you are celebrating tonight and looking forward to a happy 2011. I will always think of you as one of my best friends ever!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I just left you a message on your home page, Jay. I&#8217;ve been worried about you. Are you ok? I hope so and that you are celebrating tonight and looking forward to a happy 2011. I will always think of you as one of my best friends ever!</p>
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		<title>Comment on October 2, 2010 by Suzanne Hurst</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/october-2-2010/#comment-67</link>
		<dc:creator>Suzanne Hurst</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2010 23:27:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I hope that you had a very Happy Birthday! To celebrate, I broke my toe. LOL.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope that you had a very Happy Birthday! To celebrate, I broke my toe. LOL.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Lookin&#8217; for a nip in the air by Suzanne Hurst</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/lookin-for-a-nip-in-the-air/#comment-66</link>
		<dc:creator>Suzanne Hurst</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 19:12:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi, Jay,
I totally agree with you about the heat! Finally it's fall in Louisville, high of 70 degrees; Bob and I are off to the Irish Festival. I want to send you a card and am not sure of your address, so would you send, please?
Wish you were with us today. I'll write more soon.
Love you,
Suzanne</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi, Jay,<br />
I totally agree with you about the heat! Finally it&#8217;s fall in Louisville, high of 70 degrees; Bob and I are off to the Irish Festival. I want to send you a card and am not sure of your address, so would you send, please?<br />
Wish you were with us today. I&#8217;ll write more soon.<br />
Love you,<br />
Suzanne</p>
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		<title>Comment on Lookin&#8217; for a nip in the air by Peter Shaw (named Mad Peter by Jay Starker)</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/lookin-for-a-nip-in-the-air/#comment-61</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter Shaw (named Mad Peter by Jay Starker)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 17:00:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>India and Jay, I was very happy to hear from both of you. India, I'll call you in Paris, so you can approve my contact with your papa. Jay, I'll be e-mailing you at the address you gave me. Peace out.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>India and Jay, I was very happy to hear from both of you. India, I&#8217;ll call you in Paris, so you can approve my contact with your papa. Jay, I&#8217;ll be e-mailing you at the address you gave me. Peace out.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Lookin&#8217; for a nip in the air by India</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/lookin-for-a-nip-in-the-air/#comment-60</link>
		<dc:creator>India</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 07:30:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hey Mad Peter! (This is India.) I remember your nick-name but that's about all. I just published your comment (censored for my sensitive ears--Mom was such an embarrassment to me when I was in gradeschool). Nice to see you are around.
Papa emailed you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hey Mad Peter! (This is India.) I remember your nick-name but that&#8217;s about all. I just published your comment (censored for my sensitive ears&#8211;Mom was such an embarrassment to me when I was in gradeschool). Nice to see you are around.<br />
Papa emailed you.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Lookin&#8217; for a nip in the air by Peter Shaw (named Mad Peter by Jay Starker)</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/lookin-for-a-nip-in-the-air/#comment-59</link>
		<dc:creator>Peter Shaw (named Mad Peter by Jay Starker)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 15:32:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>About the heat and our decreasing ability to handle it as we age, I can only offer this little remembrance from Provincetown,1965.
     It was just after eleven at night and you had sold a ring to a couple who had also ordered sandals. It was a hot night, and you were wearing sandals and white overalls. I was sitting on a stool in the corner, waiting for them to leave,so I could get paid. As you and they were conducting your business, Marilyn yelled down the stairs, "Jay Starker, are you going to come up here and **** me or not?"
     A few minutes later, as these last people were leaving, the woman turned and asked you if you were sure the sandals they had picked were the best ones for them. In response, you lifted your right foot onto the top of the counter-height showcase, pointed to it and told her that was the right one.
     At that moment, I fell onto the floor in a hysterical fit of laughter, and the customers departed. You wanted to know why I was laughing, and I couldn't breathe enough to tell you that, when you had lifted your foot to the top of the showcase, your &lt;em&gt;bijoux de famille&lt;/em&gt; had dropped through the enormous ripped seam in the corresponding part of your overalls, dramatically framed by the whiteness of the fabric.
     That was when you, too, fell to the floor and joined me in the hysterical laughter. A very impatient Marilyn came downstairs and demanded to know what was so funny, which just made it harder for us to breathe, so she started prodding us to speech with her feet, which didn't help.
     Eventually, we could tell her, and she did find it amusing. Then I went down the street to Poyant's Cafe, and you went upstairs to Cafe Marilyn.
     It doesn't have to be those heavy denim overalls, either, because you can air-condition any pair of pants.

     I hope that little story helps you, and brings back what is to me a fond memory. This is my third attempt to contact you through your websites, and I hope this one works. If you remember me and don't like me, I can live with that; but, you need to tell me, so I can stop bugging you.       
     I doubt India and Chaya remember me, and Franz was Franzie the last time you and I spoke, back in 1977. I'm glad to hear they are with you. I miss you, old friend. Let me know how to reach you by phone on a landline, so you don't have to pay for it.

Be cool,

Peter</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>About the heat and our decreasing ability to handle it as we age, I can only offer this little remembrance from Provincetown,1965.<br />
     It was just after eleven at night and you had sold a ring to a couple who had also ordered sandals. It was a hot night, and you were wearing sandals and white overalls. I was sitting on a stool in the corner, waiting for them to leave,so I could get paid. As you and they were conducting your business, Marilyn yelled down the stairs, &#8220;Jay Starker, are you going to come up here and **** me or not?&#8221;<br />
     A few minutes later, as these last people were leaving, the woman turned and asked you if you were sure the sandals they had picked were the best ones for them. In response, you lifted your right foot onto the top of the counter-height showcase, pointed to it and told her that was the right one.<br />
     At that moment, I fell onto the floor in a hysterical fit of laughter, and the customers departed. You wanted to know why I was laughing, and I couldn&#8217;t breathe enough to tell you that, when you had lifted your foot to the top of the showcase, your <em>bijoux de famille</em> had dropped through the enormous ripped seam in the corresponding part of your overalls, dramatically framed by the whiteness of the fabric.<br />
     That was when you, too, fell to the floor and joined me in the hysterical laughter. A very impatient Marilyn came downstairs and demanded to know what was so funny, which just made it harder for us to breathe, so she started prodding us to speech with her feet, which didn&#8217;t help.<br />
     Eventually, we could tell her, and she did find it amusing. Then I went down the street to Poyant&#8217;s Cafe, and you went upstairs to Cafe Marilyn.<br />
     It doesn&#8217;t have to be those heavy denim overalls, either, because you can air-condition any pair of pants.</p>
<p>     I hope that little story helps you, and brings back what is to me a fond memory. This is my third attempt to contact you through your websites, and I hope this one works. If you remember me and don&#8217;t like me, I can live with that; but, you need to tell me, so I can stop bugging you.<br />
     I doubt India and Chaya remember me, and Franz was Franzie the last time you and I spoke, back in 1977. I&#8217;m glad to hear they are with you. I miss you, old friend. Let me know how to reach you by phone on a landline, so you don&#8217;t have to pay for it.</p>
<p>Be cool,</p>
<p>Peter</p>
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		<title>Comment on Over and over and over by India Starker</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/over-and-over-and-over/#comment-56</link>
		<dc:creator>India Starker</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jul 2010 12:09:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes we all need to turn off the major public media. Things I actually &lt;em&gt;like &lt;/em&gt;to read:

(in English)
on the economy
http://blog.oecdfactblog.org/
http://www.economist.com/

on technology
http://slashdot.org/
http://www.mattcutts.com/blog/
http://www.technologyreview.com/

(in French)
on e-commerce:
http://www.danielbroche.com/daniel_broche/
http://www.capitaine-commerce.com/

on technology:
http://www.01net.com/</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes we all need to turn off the major public media. Things I actually <em>like </em>to read:</p>
<p>(in English)<br />
on the economy<br />
<a href="http://blog.oecdfactblog.org/" rel="nofollow">http://blog.oecdfactblog.org/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.economist.com/" rel="nofollow">http://www.economist.com/</a></p>
<p>on technology<br />
<a href="http://slashdot.org/" rel="nofollow">http://slashdot.org/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.mattcutts.com/blog/" rel="nofollow">http://www.mattcutts.com/blog/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.technologyreview.com/" rel="nofollow">http://www.technologyreview.com/</a></p>
<p>(in French)<br />
on e-commerce:<br />
<a href="http://www.danielbroche.com/daniel_broche/" rel="nofollow">http://www.danielbroche.com/daniel_broche/</a><br />
<a href="http://www.capitaine-commerce.com/" rel="nofollow">http://www.capitaine-commerce.com/</a></p>
<p>on technology:<br />
<a href="http://www.01net.com/" rel="nofollow">http://www.01net.com/</a></p>
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		<title>Comment on My family*** by Michael Royal</title>
		<link>http://jbstarker.info/blog/2010/my-family/#comment-54</link>
		<dc:creator>Michael Royal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 03:21:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Jay: I love you too. Every time I think of you I smile. PLEASE call me - I long for more of our conversations. 941-704-7096. 

- mr</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Jay: I love you too. Every time I think of you I smile. PLEASE call me - I long for more of our conversations. 941-704-7096. </p>
<p>- mr</p>
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