<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>BndgLuver on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/authors/bndgluver/</link><description>Recent content in BndgLuver on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/authors/bndgluver/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Coin Toss</title><link>/stories/2009/10/07/a-coin-toss/</link><pubDate>Wed, 07 Oct 2009 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2009/10/07/a-coin-toss/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;I sat before the computer monitor transfixed until the message of the screen saver scrolled across the display. Vague and general in a Chinese fortune cookie way, applying to everyone and no one simultaneously. One quote covers all: Today is the first day of the rest of my life. How pathetic I thought rereading the line. What was my mindset when I added the tired adage? To stop dwelling on the past, grab a hold of the present and embrace the future? It was to have served as a persistent reminder that life is for participants, not spectators. I had hardly heeded the advice.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>