<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26334526/posts/full</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 24 Apr 2006 19:26:20 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Arkansas Travel</title><description></description><link>http://arkansas.travelbn.com/</link><managingEditor>GrobeTrek</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>15</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26334526/posts/full/115982822283424975</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Oct 2006 22:24:05 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-02T15:30:22.851-07:00</atom:updated><title>LA Mapped</title><description>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml">&lt;p class="post_body" summary="LA Mapped">&lt;br />						That is, there is a gene (I am guessing it is on the Y chromosome, since not many women I know share this passion) that codes for a protein in the brain that creates a passion for maps.  I have it.  In fact, I am sitting right here in my &lt;a href="http://home-insurance.near-home.com/" title="Home Insurance Near Home">home&lt;/a> office with a lovely map of the country on my wall, and at work I have maps of new York City and the world.&lt;br />					&lt;/p>&lt;p>Tagged: &lt;a href="http://arkansas.travelbn.com" rel="tag">&lt;strong>arkansas&lt;/strong>&lt;/a>&lt;/p>&lt;br />&lt;br />				&lt;ul class="read_more_link">&lt;br />					&lt;li>&lt;a href="http://www.gadling.com/2006/10/02/la-mapped/" title="LA Mapped">LA Mapped&lt;/a>&lt;/li>&lt;br />				&lt;/ul>&lt;br />				&lt;/div>&lt;/div></description><link>http://arkansas.travelbn.com/2006/10/la-mapped.html</link><author>GrobeTrek</author></item></channel></rss>