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"RSS Rocks" - a PC Magazine article on the basics of RSS, and why it is teh awesome.

Here is RocketInfo a free, browser-based, crossplatform RSS aggregator (Atom compatible, too). I don't like the interface, but I assume it will change as needed. I'm really spoiled by NetNewsWire Lite on OS X.

BottomFeederis a self-contained executable (no installation procedure was needed, the current version has one, but doesn't write to the Windows Registry as far as I can tell) BUT it doesn't like being run from a keychain disk. My dreams of keeping my RSS lists on me at all times, and not seeing previously read articles appear as unread were dashed as I tried it on home and then work, then home machines. In fact, it would just vaporize off to Nowheresville, and not show up except as a couple of processes in the Task Manager. In order to get it to run, I'd delete the .ini files, and the .bfrunning file, and then it would open fine, and restore from the last-saved backup automatically. It made the feeds list transportable, but couldn't keep the per-article information.

Lastly, Tribe.net has just added RSS support for every one of the 13,000+ tribe/discussion boards it hosts. ¡Soy muy feliz!

Update: Lockergnome and antville links galore to MP3 blog feeds.

Update: I must now sheepishly admit that the version of Bottomfeeder I was using was a couple months old, and that some of the niggling issues I had with it have been addressed. I used the in-app update feature and it no longer crashes when run from my keychain disk. It takes longer to start up than the old version, but this is ameliorated by it, you know, not crashing. Joy!

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