<?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-25321338</id><updated>2012-01-16T07:31:37.484-08:00</updated><category term='good news'/><category term='congratulations'/><category term='BC politics'/><category term='funny'/><category term='movies'/><category term='books'/><category term='food recipe'/><category term='photos'/><category term='theatre'/><category term='community arts'/><category term='cute'/><category term='stupidity'/><category term='grammar'/><category term='US politics'/><category term='travel'/><category term='memes'/><category term='family'/><category term='short stories'/><category term='CBC'/><category term='household hints'/><category term='podcasts'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='rant'/><category term='recommendations'/><category term='Leonard Cohen'/><category term='ruminations'/><category term='excitement'/><category term='warm fuzzies'/><category term='lego'/><category term='quizzes'/><category term='feminism'/><category term='politics'/><category term='humour'/><category term='music'/><category term='language'/><category term='literacy'/><category term='despair'/><category term='nephew'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='RIP'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='being judgmental'/><category term='autumn'/><category term='baby'/><category term='listenables'/><category term='food'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='amusements'/><category term='house'/><category term='hypochondria'/><category term='Canadian politics'/><category term='oddities'/><title type='text'>One of My Ears Is Higher Than The Other.</title><subtitle type='html'>It's true.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6236575681781124319</id><published>2009-11-13T21:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:29:39.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>snow season again; Regretsy and Craft Fail</title><content type='html'>It snowed today--didn't stick, but it's just a matter of time before the snow is here to stay. And when it does stay, I am looking forward to &lt;a href="http://1000awesomethings.com/2009/11/05/641-kicking-those-clumps-of-frozen-slush-off-the-back-of-your-cars-mud-flaps/"&gt;kicking snow clumps out of my wheel wells&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was the only person who finds this activity immensely satisfying! Apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been very amused by &lt;a href="http://regretsy.com"&gt;Regretsy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://craftfail.com"&gt;Craft Fail&lt;/a&gt;. Regretsy is a collection of the most bizarre stuff for sale on &lt;a href="http://etsy.com"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;; Craft Fail is a community blog where people can post their own crafts that have gone tragically awry. Regretsy is not for the weak of heart or stomach. (Click at your own peril on the "art" category!) Craft Fail, on the other hand, is just a good place to commiserate with all the other people who, like me, have ever thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, that looks easy. I bet I could make that."&lt;br /&gt;"I don't need to follow the pattern exactly."&lt;br /&gt;"Measuring before you cut is for wimps."&lt;br /&gt;"This doesn't seem to be working out quite how I thought it would...but I'll just keep going because I'm sure it will turn out OK eventually."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6236575681781124319?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6236575681781124319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6236575681781124319' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6236575681781124319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6236575681781124319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/11/snow-season-again.html' title='snow season again; Regretsy and Craft Fail'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6932524145053580774</id><published>2009-10-22T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T14:46:05.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddities'/><title type='text'>I'm ready for some retirement living</title><content type='html'>So the other day I came home to find this advertising card, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;personally addressed to me&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SuASxc2oLgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YWyWPrEch3Y/s1600-h/melindainvite1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SuASxc2oLgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YWyWPrEch3Y/s320/melindainvite1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395332994358062594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SuASxtjIG2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/MRqmW3Zwtpw/s1600-h/melindainvite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SuASxtjIG2I/AAAAAAAAAZs/MRqmW3Zwtpw/s320/melindainvite2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395332998839671650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I am being offered the opportunity to check out a local retirement community for a whole weekend--for free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it could be a mass mailout, but really, I am the only person I know who received one of these. I would bet money I'm the only thirtysomething who has gotten one. I have interrogated the various jokers in my life (well, OK, mostly just &lt;a href="http://stuffiamthinking.blogspot.com/"&gt;one&lt;/a&gt;) to ask if they are responsible for signing me up for this invite. So far all have denied responsibility. ("I swear I didn't do it, but I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;wish&lt;/span&gt; I could take credit for it!") &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it happens, my lovely friend D's octogenarian parents are residents in this retirement home. The other day at D's birthday celebration I told her and her sister about my invitation. After they picked themselves up off the floor from laughing, they encouraged me to cash in my invitation for my 3-day mini vacation. I told them that I am seriously thinking about doing it, but warned them that afterwards their parents and I would definitely be BFFs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a mystery. I have no idea why I received this, but I must say the idea of spending 3 days being waited on hand and foot by the Chateau staff, with all the time in the world to hole up in my guest suite and knit and read books and most importantly NOT MARK PAPERS sounds pretty good at this point in the semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6932524145053580774?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6932524145053580774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6932524145053580774' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6932524145053580774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6932524145053580774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-ready-for-some-retirement-living.html' title='I&apos;m ready for some retirement living'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SuASxc2oLgI/AAAAAAAAAZk/YWyWPrEch3Y/s72-c/melindainvite1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-202236834368106382</id><published>2009-10-17T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:45:57.360-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food recipe'/><title type='text'>jook</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Stp99dHO__I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7tKFIy7EvGg/s1600-h/jook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Stp99dHO__I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7tKFIy7EvGg/s320/jook.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393761998470053874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jook&lt;/span&gt;, pronounced similar to "choke" but not quite. This was the Chinese comfort food of my childhood; it is made with rice and broth, topped with sesame&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; oil, chopped green onions, and shiitake mushrooms. Sometimes my mom would put cooked chicken in it, or dried fish, or preserved crunchy turnip bits. I had never made it myself before but I made some tonight and it turned out pretty much as I remembered it from my childhood. I don't know why I've never made it before; it was so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jook&lt;/span&gt; recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 cup short-grain rice&lt;br /&gt;10 cups stock of your choice (I used 8 cups chicken stock and 2 cups water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine in a big pot; bring to a boil; reduce to a simmer. Simmer for about 2 hours, stirring occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top with a splash of sesame oil, chopped green onions, and reconstituted dried shiitake mushrooms, diced with tough stems removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people add soy sauce, but I recommend you taste it first, because I found it salty enough as it was. Other people like to add chilli sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-202236834368106382?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/202236834368106382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=202236834368106382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/202236834368106382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/202236834368106382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/10/jook.html' title='&lt;i&gt;jook&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Stp99dHO__I/AAAAAAAAAZU/7tKFIy7EvGg/s72-c/jook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5796319357800284809</id><published>2009-10-15T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:16:53.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>lentil soup with roasted kale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/StgO5jn1mUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/95ji8xdh04c/s1600-h/lentil+soup+with+kale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/StgO5jn1mUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/95ji8xdh04c/s320/lentil+soup+with+kale.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393076935753832770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend &lt;a href="http://veganvisitor.wordpress.com/2009/10/09/crispy-roasted-kale/"&gt;this roasted kale recipe&lt;/a&gt;. The temperature here dropped very quickly and very harshly this past weekend, so I harvested the last surviving remnants of the kale from the garden--it was the perfect way to use it rather than let it go to waste. It made a crispy, tasty topping for lentil soup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5796319357800284809?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5796319357800284809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5796319357800284809' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5796319357800284809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5796319357800284809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/10/lentil-soup-with-roasted-kale.html' title='lentil soup with roasted kale'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/StgO5jn1mUI/AAAAAAAAAZM/95ji8xdh04c/s72-c/lentil+soup+with+kale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6843233333907905051</id><published>2009-10-07T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T00:02:25.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>um</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2009/10/06/bc-olympic-security-protester-surveillance.html#socialcomments"&gt;WTF?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6843233333907905051?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6843233333907905051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6843233333907905051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6843233333907905051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6843233333907905051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/10/um.html' title='um'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6766305121248265736</id><published>2009-10-05T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T13:22:41.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear grade grubbers</title><content type='html'>Please stop it. Your grade is not a starting point for negotiations. I know that 66% is "only 2% away from 68%" and that it is a C+ but "it's only 2% away from a B-." I KNOW THAT. I did put some--no, quite a bit--of thought into marking your essay. Did you read the comments I wrote on it? Did you read the big paragraph I wrote at the end, summing up those comments? There is a reason you are "2% away from 70%." There is a reason you are "2% away from a B-." It's because your essay is a C+ essay. That's why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6766305121248265736?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6766305121248265736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6766305121248265736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6766305121248265736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6766305121248265736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/10/dear-grade-grubbers.html' title='dear grade grubbers'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8431436740045872055</id><published>2009-09-26T14:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T14:38:11.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><title type='text'>new kitchen blind</title><content type='html'>So when I moved into this house, there was already a Roman blind in the kitchen. The woman who owned the house before had sewn it herself. It's perfectly functional but it is now kind of faded and worn...it's seen better days. Anyway, I have discovered a lovely Toronto-based online fabric store, &lt;a href="http://www.tonicliving.com"&gt;Tonic Living&lt;/a&gt;, who not only have a great selection of retro reproduction fabrics, but also do custom sewing jobs. Since I am a novice sewer (I am very slowly working on making a tiny reversible knitting project bag), I think the best thing is for someone else to do the sewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've e-mailed for a quote, and Janine, their salesperson, promptly sent me some very reasonable estimates on what it would cost to reproduce this blind in a new fabric. Now the question is, what fabric to choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our house was built in 1954, so I guess you would call it mid-century modern. Even when updating--new flooring, new paint--we have tried to keep true to the 1950s spirit. So it's in this vein that I have been trying to find a good fabric for the kitchen blind. The walls around this window are painted in a neutral off-white, and the flooring is a medium brown, also quite neutral, so I figure a busier design won't be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some that I've liked so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Klimt" in Taupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6I5h402MI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IKC1I2GsJSc/s1600-h/klimt.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6I5h402MI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IKC1I2GsJSc/s320/klimt.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385892726312327362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boomerang Beat" in Cocoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6IwfrS0rI/AAAAAAAAAY4/JrW2Tq7gAUM/s1600-h/boomerang+beat.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6IwfrS0rI/AAAAAAAAAY4/JrW2Tq7gAUM/s320/boomerang+beat.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385892571099878066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Round About" in Aqua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6IkKwupPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VrbZd5cyQbo/s1600-h/round+about.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6IkKwupPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/VrbZd5cyQbo/s320/round+about.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385892359327098098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feeling Groovy" in Spa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6Ijp8bZ0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/aOKHbUSyr7s/s1600-h/feeling+groovy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6Ijp8bZ0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/aOKHbUSyr7s/s320/feeling+groovy.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385892350517798722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mod Squad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6IjNHmbmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NkZC-RJN-tY/s1600-h/mod+squad.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6IjNHmbmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/NkZC-RJN-tY/s320/mod+squad.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385892342780030562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8431436740045872055?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8431436740045872055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8431436740045872055' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8431436740045872055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8431436740045872055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-kitchen-blind.html' title='new kitchen blind'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr6I5h402MI/AAAAAAAAAZA/IKC1I2GsJSc/s72-c/klimt.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1584469676283044759</id><published>2009-09-25T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T19:34:41.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>creamy zucchini-mushroom soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr18YB8yHGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/VM1PT-vuE5g/s1600-h/zucchini+mushroom+soup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr18YB8yHGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/VM1PT-vuE5g/s320/zucchini+mushroom+soup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385597481687063650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes two large servings; easily doubled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 cloves garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 tbsp olive oil&lt;br /&gt;2 cups zucchini, diced with skins on&lt;br /&gt;1 cup button mushrooms, diced&lt;br /&gt;2 cups broth of your choice (vegetable, chicken)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup evaporated milk&lt;br /&gt;pinch each of ground cumin, coriander, ginger, cinnamon, and sugar&lt;br /&gt;pinch of ground chipotle pepper&lt;br /&gt;salt to taste&lt;br /&gt;grated Parmesan or Asiago cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat olive oil in pot. Saute garlic until translucent. Add zucchini, mushrooms and spices and sugar, and saute for about 4-5 minutes. Add broth and milk, and adjust salt to taste (you may not need it depending on broth). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring to a simmer, cook 10 minutes or until zucchini is tender. Puree with (immersion) blender. Top with grated Parmesan or Asiago and serve immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1584469676283044759?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1584469676283044759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1584469676283044759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1584469676283044759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1584469676283044759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/creamy-zucchini-mushroom-soup.html' title='creamy zucchini-mushroom soup'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Sr18YB8yHGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/VM1PT-vuE5g/s72-c/zucchini+mushroom+soup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-2866570522440615434</id><published>2009-09-23T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T13:13:57.584-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>zucchini boats</title><content type='html'>Tonight I made &lt;a href="http://annies-eats.com/2009/09/21/stuffed-zucchini-boats/"&gt;these zucchini boats&lt;/a&gt; [found via Tastespotting] for dinner, and to my delight they not only resembled the photo in the recipe, but also tasted good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, me being me, I made quite a few substitutions. I substituted Yves' Ground Round for the turkey sausage (and reduced the amount of salt accordingly) and used one tbsp Calvados instead of the two tbsp of dry white wine the recipe called for. I also added a tablespoon of hot sauce instead of using ground pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this recipe a thumbs up. It was easy, inexpensive, and tasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with a lot of filling left over, so I baked the leftovers in ramekins and will bring some to work for lunch and dinner tomorrow (it's my long teaching day).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-2866570522440615434?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/2866570522440615434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=2866570522440615434' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2866570522440615434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2866570522440615434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/zucchini-boats.html' title='zucchini boats'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1912507512066842504</id><published>2009-09-21T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T15:48:39.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>tastespotting</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my officemate, I now browse &lt;a href="http://www.tastespotting.com/"&gt;Tastespotting&lt;/a&gt; on my breaks. (Don't worry, &lt;a href="http://cuteoverload.com/"&gt;Cute Overload&lt;/a&gt;, you're still my breaktime bff.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I finished my prep early and I've got a few minutes before my last class of the day, so for the last 15 minutes I have been obsessively clicking on beautiful photos of food and collecting recipe links into my newly created &lt;a href="http://delicious.com"&gt;Delicious&lt;/a&gt; recipe bookmarks folder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are interested, you can &lt;a href="http://delicious.com/MelindaWorfolk/recipes"&gt;check the folder&lt;/a&gt; to see what kinds of foods appealed to me today. You should know it's not like I was browsing on an empty stomach! I scarfed down two pieces of leftover pizza and a bowl of Greek salad for lunch. I feel like I have a hollow leg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1912507512066842504?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1912507512066842504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1912507512066842504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1912507512066842504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1912507512066842504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/tastespotting.html' title='tastespotting'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5509515667429510281</id><published>2009-09-18T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:49:56.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>you could faint from the cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SrQFslZqCEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DUaip5qvMq4/s1600-h/m+and+j+at++3months.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SrQFslZqCEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DUaip5qvMq4/s320/m+and+j+at++3months.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382933718126692418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you are sitting down! Here is a picture of my adorable nephew (and his doting auntie).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5509515667429510281?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5509515667429510281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5509515667429510281' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5509515667429510281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5509515667429510281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-could-faint-from-cuteness.html' title='you could faint from the cuteness'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SrQFslZqCEI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DUaip5qvMq4/s72-c/m+and+j+at++3months.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-7149856007753757511</id><published>2009-09-16T18:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T18:56:50.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh Drew</title><content type='html'>A few days ago I came across &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/2009/09/13/90714594.jpg"&gt;this photograph&lt;/a&gt; of Drew Barrymore. It wasn't until I saw &lt;a href="http://gofugyourself.celebuzz.com/go_fug_yourself/2009/09/fug_it_091609.html"&gt;this one &lt;/a&gt;today that I realized she had applied black dye to the bottom two inches of her blonde hair. WTF! I do not know how I missed this in the original photo, but it makes me think I need new glasses or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Drew B's hair--I think if she cut it off where the black starts, it would look quite cute. I'm pretty sure she dyed her hair like this to give her red-carpeting a little je ne sais quoi at the &lt;a href="http://www.tiff.net/filmsandschedules/films/whipit"&gt;TIFF premiere of her roller derby movie&lt;/a&gt; (which by all accounts is quite good), but come on, Drew! It makes my fingers itchy for the scissors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-7149856007753757511?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/7149856007753757511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=7149856007753757511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7149856007753757511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7149856007753757511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-drew.html' title='oh Drew'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5394675636831120180</id><published>2009-09-09T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:23:47.217-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>what's on my iPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-i-was-walking.html"&gt;Earlier&lt;/a&gt; I mentioned that I was going to put "While You Were Sleeping" by Elvis Perkins on a "walking to work" playlist, but I was inspired by my friend Tricia's post about what music she runs to, so I decided to post the whole playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We're Going to Be Friends" - The White Stripes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Perpetuum Mobile" - Penguin Cafe Orchestra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"While You Were Sleeping" - Elvis Perkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Hard Road" - Sam Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Weighty Ghost" - Wintersleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"On the Radio" - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"My Only Offer" - Mates of State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Time to Pretend" - MGMT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"New Soul" - Yael Naim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"1234" - Feist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Chicago" - Sufjan Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Us" - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Bad Kids" - The Black Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Sweet Disposition" - The Temper Trap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"More Than This" - Bryan Ferry/Roxy Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"New Slang" - The Shins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Only Living Boy In New York" - Simon and Garfunkel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"I Wish You Love" - Blossom Dearie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"The Wings" - Gustavo Santaolalla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ETA: Thanks to my friend Mark, I have now added &lt;a href="http://www.basiabulat.com/video.htm"&gt;Basia Bulat's "In The Night"&lt;/a&gt; to this playlist. I am so happy because I heard this song a while ago on CBC Radio and immediately loved it, but I never caught the name of the song or the singer. Now I finally know what it is and can listen to it as much as I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5394675636831120180?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5394675636831120180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5394675636831120180' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5394675636831120180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5394675636831120180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-on-my-ipod.html' title='what&apos;s on my iPod'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1452169464302704207</id><published>2009-09-09T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:42:00.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>response from Totes/Isotoner</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received this reply to &lt;a href="http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-wont-be-buying-totesisotoner.html"&gt;my previously mentioned e-mail&lt;/a&gt; to Totes/Isotoner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your note and concerns regarding the Ohio Supreme Court Ruling regarding the termination of a temporary employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of policy, totes»ISOTONER is not able to provide specific information surrounding the employment circumstances of any employee. What we can share is that based on the circumstances involved with this specific temporary employee, the totes»ISOTONER employment decision has been supported by the Butler County Court of Common Pleas, the Ohio Court of Appeals for the 12th District and the Ohio Supreme Court. And while we cannot specifically address the Ohio Supreme Court Ruling, we can share several of our workplace practices:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· totes»ISOTONER absolutely supports employees, whether full-time, part-time, or temporary, who are also nursing mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· totes»ISOTONER does provide time for nursing mothers to pump their breast milk and many employees have taken advantage of this accommodation. In the case presented to the Supreme Court, we did provide this accommodation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· totes»ISOTONER is a company committed to supporting our employees. Because females account for approximately 70% of our work force, we are very attuned to and supportive of the needs of working mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thank you for your note and expressing your views on this issue. We take great pride in our culture of being a family oriented company, and can only indicate there were other factors involved in this particular situation which led to the company’s decision in this case. We appreciate your having been a customer in the past and hope you will reconsider your decision in this regard going forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vickie Fightmaster&lt;br /&gt;Human Resources Manager&lt;br /&gt;totes»ISOTONER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I think it's commendable that someone at Totes/Isotoner has taken the time to reply to my e-mail and that the reply, while essentially a personalized form letter, actually addresses the particular situation I wrote to them about. Because Ms. Fightmaster (and by the way, is that not the best name for an HR manager ever?) doesn't go into detail about the case, we still don't know what the hell happened, so I continue to reserve judgment. There's still something off about this whole thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1452169464302704207?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1452169464302704207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1452169464302704207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1452169464302704207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1452169464302704207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/response-from-totesisotoner.html' title='response from Totes/Isotoner'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-131781166068795410</id><published>2009-09-08T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:48:16.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amusing seagull</title><content type='html'>Your typical pushy Vancouver seagull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-14232891d3b35fdb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14232891d3b35fdb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E9C7FEC63930ABF21D028B4F1581111FD4E4F4C.1BE206D3768D90DB6A7E6CF3E731A21A9659AD2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14232891d3b35fdb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddt4I52xUvfrmSp5u92roTc0-8os&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D14232891d3b35fdb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330020177%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7E9C7FEC63930ABF21D028B4F1581111FD4E4F4C.1BE206D3768D90DB6A7E6CF3E731A21A9659AD2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D14232891d3b35fdb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ddt4I52xUvfrmSp5u92roTc0-8os&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-131781166068795410?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/131781166068795410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=131781166068795410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/131781166068795410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/131781166068795410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/amusing-seagull.html' title='amusing seagull'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8485138194983944002</id><published>2009-09-08T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T16:33:42.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>while I was walking</title><content type='html'>I've been making playlists of new music for my iPod for my walk to work (I'm going to try to walk on the days when I don't have an 8 am class). So far I'm really enjoying the song "While You Were Sleeping" by Elvis Perkins. It's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=15057143&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=15057143&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8485138194983944002?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8485138194983944002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8485138194983944002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8485138194983944002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8485138194983944002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/while-i-was-walking.html' title='while I was walking'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8237654270468671271</id><published>2009-09-02T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:25:50.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>why I won't be buying Totes/Isotoner products from now on</title><content type='html'>Dear Totes/Isotoner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past, I have bought your products for myself and for others as gifts. I’ve found your slippers and umbrellas to be comfortable and of good quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, after today, I will no longer be buying your products any more, for myself or as gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because today I read an article in Salon.com (&lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/feature/2009/08/28/fired_for_pumping/index.html"&gt;“Lactate on Your Own Time, Lady”&lt;/a&gt;) that described how your company terminated an employee for taking “unauthorized breaks” to pump breast milk. I am absolutely disgusted at Totes/Isotoner’s anti-woman, anti-mother policies. The fact that the Ohio Supreme Court upheld the decision does not change my mind in the least. You should never have fired this woman in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the record, I’ve never breastfed a baby, I’m not a mother, and I’m not even pregnant. But just because I’ve never experienced what LaNisa Allen experienced doesn’t mean I can’t recognize that expecting a lactating mother to go for five hours without expressing breastmilk is cruel and discriminatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I am not the only person who has read about this and decided that your company’s values do not reflect her own. You won’t be able to count me as a customer any more. Not only that, but I’ll also be sure to tell my friends, family, and blog readers why I won’t be buying Totes/Isotoner products from now on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I find it ironic that you are the same company who purports to care about women and their health with your Comfort for a Cure breast cancer donation program. In light of LaNisa Allen’s termination, it seems to be nothing more than cheap lip service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should mention that there was a dissenting voice on the Ohio Supreme Court decision, and that was from Justice Paul Pfeifer, who wrote, "There is no evidence in the record about any limit on the length of unscheduled restroom breaks and no evidence that employees had to seek permission from a supervisor to take an unscheduled restroom break. There is evidence only that unscheduled bathroom breaks were allowed and that LaNisa Allen was fired for taking them. What made her breaks different?" Well, I think we know the answer to that. She was expressing breastmilk, which is a different bodily function than urinating or excreting, but equally urgent and important to a lactating mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to send Totes/Isotoner an e-mail about this issue, you can contact their Media Representative, Ashley Walters, at awalters@northlich.com. Their consumer affairs e-mail address is  customeraffairs@totes.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8237654270468671271?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8237654270468671271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8237654270468671271' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8237654270468671271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8237654270468671271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-i-wont-be-buying-totesisotoner.html' title='why I won&apos;t be buying Totes/Isotoner products from now on'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5457546426995818628</id><published>2009-08-27T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T22:34:27.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky the turtle gets new legs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pressdemocrat.com/article/20090821/ARTICLES/908219932/1349?Title=Lucky-gets-new-legs"&gt;Lucky the turtle gets new legs&lt;/a&gt;: A few weeks ago, Lucky the box turtle had his front legs bitten off by a marauding raccoon. The vet who operated on Lucky after the attack came up with the idea of attaching tiny disc-shaped furniture sliders to Lucky's shell so he could propel himself around with his back legs. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFzijYNU3R8"&gt;Check out the video&lt;/a&gt;! Go Lucky go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky's owner, Sally Pyne, is happy that her turtle survived, but is philosophical about the nature of the attack: "He was just being a raccoon." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.fupenguin.com/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5457546426995818628?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5457546426995818628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5457546426995818628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5457546426995818628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5457546426995818628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/08/lucky-turtle-gets-new-legs.html' title='Lucky the turtle gets new legs'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5827025412375242158</id><published>2009-08-22T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:19:21.560-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>if I read the phrase "playing the race card" one more time I am going to scream</title><content type='html'>I'm up with a toothache and am reading the CBC website while waiting for the codeine to kick in. I'm grumpy as hell (why do dental problems always have to manifest on Friday night, when the dentist's office doesn't open until Monday morning?) and this post isn't going to be a nice one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2009/08/21/mohamud-interview.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; about the Canadian woman who was detained in Kenya and accused of identity fraud. (For those unfamiliar with the story: This woman was stopped by KLM airline because they felt she didn't look like her passport photo; despite producing reams of documentation to prove she was who she said she was, it was not enough for Kenyan officials and she was thrown in jail for nearly three months. While the Canadian government should have been helping her, instead "Canadian consular officials called her an impostor, voided her passport and urged Kenyan officials to prosecute her, even after Mohamud handed over numerous pieces of identification, offered fingerprints and finally demanded that her DNA be tested." [from the linked article])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the end of this sorry episode is that DNA tests proved she was indeed who she said she was, and she recently was allowed to return home to her 12-year-old son. Now she is suing the Canadian government for the way she was treated. Today she stated in an interview that she believed race had played a factor in the way she was treated, both by Kenyan officials and the Canadian government. I think this is not only a  possibility but a probability. The Canadian government &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2009/08/14/f-stranded-canadians235.html"&gt;does not have a good track record&lt;/a&gt; on this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do a shocking number of comments on the CBC website say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's playing the race card." ARGH. I cannot express strongly enough how much I hate it when people accuse others of "playing the race card" when they are pointing out the racism in a situation. It is dismissive, belittling, and insulting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favourite one is this mindbreaking gem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"everyone always plays the race card. maybe it's because she wants to sue canada. i am white and i dont have a cakewalk through life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH SNAP YOU ARE WHITE BUT HAVE A HARD LIFE THEREFORE RACISM DOESN'T EXIST GOT IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5827025412375242158?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5827025412375242158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5827025412375242158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5827025412375242158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5827025412375242158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-read-phrase-playing-race-card-one.html' title='if I read the phrase &quot;playing the race card&quot; one more time I am going to scream'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-3117389446021121731</id><published>2009-08-10T14:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T14:28:35.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankfurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SoCQXwtSBWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/szf2q02a1qU/s1600-h/butterfly+frankfurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SoCQXwtSBWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/szf2q02a1qU/s320/butterfly+frankfurt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368449493711848802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;butterfly near our hotel in the West End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SoCQXugub_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/cPBNd8gIV48/s1600-h/frankfurt+along+river.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SoCQXugub_I/AAAAAAAAAXA/cPBNd8gIV48/s320/frankfurt+along+river.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368449493122314226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view from bridge over the Main River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SoCQQPbdmfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WQjDpkNGyxM/s1600-h/maple+leaf+frankfurt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SoCQQPbdmfI/AAAAAAAAAW4/WQjDpkNGyxM/s320/maple+leaf+frankfurt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368449364519655922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maple leaf outside the &lt;a href="http://www.frankfurt.de/sixcms/detail.php?id=5021811&amp;_ffmpar[_id_inhalt]=177764"&gt;Museum of Applied Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-3117389446021121731?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3117389446021121731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=3117389446021121731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3117389446021121731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3117389446021121731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/08/frankfurt.html' title='Frankfurt'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SoCQXwtSBWI/AAAAAAAAAXI/szf2q02a1qU/s72-c/butterfly+frankfurt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-2612222200468979351</id><published>2009-08-08T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T02:30:40.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darmstadt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnkerEmAz_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/OFBdIxGFMBg/s1600-h/printing+press.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnkerEmAz_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/OFBdIxGFMBg/s320/printing+press.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366354156305043442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gauge from antique printing press in the &lt;a href="http://translate.google.ca/translate?js=y&amp;prev=_t&amp;hl=en&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.hlmd.de%2Fw3.php%3FnodeId%3D361&amp;sl=de&amp;tl=en&amp;history_state0="&gt;Museum of Typecasting, Typesetting, and Printing&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Snkek0yE0vI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8g_Gsb-InfE/s1600-h/type.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Snkek0yE0vI/AAAAAAAAAV4/8g_Gsb-InfE/s320/type.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366354048981455602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;metal type at the printing museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnkekqvVTsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Hd63jToF1Ck/s1600-h/hundertwasser+apartment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnkekqvVTsI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Hd63jToF1Ck/s320/hundertwasser+apartment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366354046285598402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Waldspirale" (Forest Spiral), an apartment building by the architect Hundertwasser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnkekbsrdpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6PI29tfYln8/s1600-h/ducks+at+hundertwasser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnkekbsrdpI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6PI29tfYln8/s320/ducks+at+hundertwasser.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366354042247935634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ducks at Waldspirale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-2612222200468979351?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/2612222200468979351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=2612222200468979351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2612222200468979351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2612222200468979351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/08/darmstadt.html' title='Darmstadt'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnkerEmAz_I/AAAAAAAAAWI/OFBdIxGFMBg/s72-c/printing+press.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5915230486288282289</id><published>2009-08-06T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T23:06:20.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strasbourg</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjfXMVJKhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/UDF_Jx_M3VI/s1600-h/houses+along+strasbourg+canal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjfXMVJKhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/UDF_Jx_M3VI/s320/houses+along+strasbourg+canal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366284545551837714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;houses along the canal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjfWqbdR_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/xFkRXIEMsOw/s1600-h/strasbourg+cathedral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjfWqbdR_I/AAAAAAAAAVY/xFkRXIEMsOw/s320/strasbourg+cathedral.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366284536451516402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cathédrale Notre-Dame-de-Strasbourg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjfWZQXMzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dzqeC7p1j4w/s1600-h/strasbourg+aerial+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjfWZQXMzI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/dzqeC7p1j4w/s320/strasbourg+aerial+view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366284531841577778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view of Strasbourg from cathedral roof&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5915230486288282289?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5915230486288282289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5915230486288282289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5915230486288282289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5915230486288282289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/08/strasbourg.html' title='Strasbourg'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjfXMVJKhI/AAAAAAAAAVg/UDF_Jx_M3VI/s72-c/houses+along+strasbourg+canal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-2806833232975478226</id><published>2009-08-05T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:55:17.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Avignon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxWQnucLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EeKnNkZ14-Q/s1600-h/petrarch+and+laura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxWQnucLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EeKnNkZ14-Q/s320/petrarch+and+laura.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366656164453839026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plaque commemorating the spot where (legend has it) Petrarch first saw his muse, Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxV37JhyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qAMjK6MUpdo/s1600-h/le+pont+davignon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxV37JhyI/AAAAAAAAAWg/qAMjK6MUpdo/s320/le+pont+davignon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366656157824419618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pont Saint-Bénezet (le Pont d'Avignon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxVqgAfaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OLq83JM0oag/s1600-h/sur+le+pont+davignon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxVqgAfaI/AAAAAAAAAWY/OLq83JM0oag/s320/sur+le+pont+davignon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366656154220920226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sur le pont d'Avignon, well, &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/207502"&gt;this guy dances, &lt;/a&gt;anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxVRhmDCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wKq98KQPogk/s1600-h/avignon+festival+posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxVRhmDCI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/wKq98KQPogk/s320/avignon+festival+posters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366656147516689442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;posters for Avignon's theatre festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxW5ibIsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wkUatcrXgJw/s1600-h/superhero+ad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxW5ibIsI/AAAAAAAAAWw/wkUatcrXgJw/s320/superhero+ad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366656175437456066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Super hero seeks people of all ages to save.&lt;br /&gt;Motivated, serious, and dynamic, you can count on me in all circumstances (unless I'm very scared).&lt;br /&gt;Available starting at 11:30 pm at the Theatre des Beliers. &lt;br /&gt;04 90 82 21 07&lt;br /&gt;Serious enquiries only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-2806833232975478226?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/2806833232975478226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=2806833232975478226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2806833232975478226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2806833232975478226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/08/avignon.html' title='Avignon'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnoxWQnucLI/AAAAAAAAAWo/EeKnNkZ14-Q/s72-c/petrarch+and+laura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8994236286766393747</id><published>2009-08-03T22:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T22:51:59.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Provence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjcYniY4-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/eax0MF_Kllw/s1600-h/pont+du+gard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjcYniY4-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/eax0MF_Kllw/s320/pont+du+gard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366281271500137442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pont du Gard (ancient Roman aqueduct, approximately 2000 years old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfLg0KHT0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/kUeURu_jfS0/s1600-h/ancient+olive+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfLg0KHT0I/AAAAAAAAAUg/kUeURu_jfS0/s320/ancient+olive+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365981245652553538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;800-year-old olive tree near Pont du Gard; tree was a gift from Spain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfMVo3bFoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IMSTck8VxpM/s1600-h/arles+gecko.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfMVo3bFoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/IMSTck8VxpM/s320/arles+gecko.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365982153154434690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gecko on a tomb in Les Alyscamps (ancient Roman necropolis along the road outside Arles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfLgV9rLYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/cFJvdXoCaYQ/s1600-h/2000+year+old+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfLgV9rLYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/cFJvdXoCaYQ/s320/2000+year+old+bridge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365981237547314562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000 year old bridge near Roussillon; this bridge was still in use until the new replacement was built only a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfLf83gclI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gkpnyEKAchw/s1600-h/provence+sunflowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfLf83gclI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/gkpnyEKAchw/s320/provence+sunflowers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365981230810559058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunflower field near Gorde&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8994236286766393747?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8994236286766393747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8994236286766393747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8994236286766393747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8994236286766393747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/08/provence.html' title='Provence'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnjcYniY4-I/AAAAAAAAAVI/eax0MF_Kllw/s72-c/pont+du+gard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-3484383467720085786</id><published>2009-08-03T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T23:04:53.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barcelona</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfKrQWtf7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/H6OVNwuriGQ/s1600-h/la+pedrera+roof.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfKrQWtf7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/H6OVNwuriGQ/s320/la+pedrera+roof.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365980325508644786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the roof of La Pedrera (Casa Mila), an apartment building by the architect Gaudi; the towers are said to have inspired the design for the Storm Troopers from Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfKrGvRH8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/WAMLkRbU42Q/s1600-h/casa+batllo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfKrGvRH8I/AAAAAAAAAUA/WAMLkRbU42Q/s320/casa+batllo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365980322927288258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;window detail, Casa Batllo, another building by Gaudi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfKq7XQNsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/K0P5W4Eh2bI/s1600-h/tibidabo+jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfKq7XQNsI/AAAAAAAAAT4/K0P5W4Eh2bI/s320/tibidabo+jesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365980319873775298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;statue of Jesus on Sagrat Cor Cathedral, Mount Tibidabo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-3484383467720085786?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3484383467720085786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=3484383467720085786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3484383467720085786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3484383467720085786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/08/barcelona.html' title='Barcelona'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SnfKrQWtf7I/AAAAAAAAAUI/H6OVNwuriGQ/s72-c/la+pedrera+roof.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8898290955193320964</id><published>2009-06-12T15:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:50:10.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not OK computer</title><content type='html'>!@#$%^&amp;*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hard drive at work just kicked the bucket and the IT people had to wipe it and reload Windows (have I mentioned I can't stand Windows XP?). Thank goodness I usually save everything to my network drive, which I can access from anywhere. Of course at the end of the day before my stupid computer bit it, I cleaned up my e-mail and saved some files on the desktop, intending to save them on my network drive when I came in the next morning. The one time I do this and it turns out to be Death Day Eve for my computer. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well! I'm nearly done for the day and my holidays and professional development start Monday. So I'll be putting my holiday settings on my e-mail and an extended absence greeting on my phone, and then I will happily bid adieu to my office for two months! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8898290955193320964?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8898290955193320964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8898290955193320964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8898290955193320964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8898290955193320964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/06/not-ok-computer.html' title='not OK computer'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5274887352662292526</id><published>2009-06-08T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:37:55.243-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Then We Came to the End</title><content type='html'>I'm halfway through Joshua Ferris' &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Then-We-Came-End-Novel/dp/031601639X"&gt;Then We Came to the End&lt;/a&gt; and so far I am really enjoying it. I think it's the only book I've ever read that employed the plural first person ("we"), and while it takes a little getting used to, it works quite well with the subject matter (office life). There is one section that is in the third person, and although this could have been clunky, I found it entirely appropriate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain what the novel is about; mostly it's about the intricacies of office relationships--friendships, rivalries, romances, personal traumas. On the surface it can read as quite fluffy and inconsequential, but the author does actually address surprisingly big issues like mortality, loneliness, what makes for a meaningful life, bullying and groupthink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd recommend it for anyone looking for a pretty easy summer read that is just unusual enough not to feel like brain candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5274887352662292526?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5274887352662292526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5274887352662292526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5274887352662292526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5274887352662292526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/06/then-we-came-to-end.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Then We Came to the End&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8568131303286752077</id><published>2009-06-03T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:39:33.488-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>welcome Baby J</title><content type='html'>Introducing my new nephew, Baby J:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiY6B8D1POI/AAAAAAAAATg/r3bs7Nvz590/s1600-h/baby+j+cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiY6B8D1POI/AAAAAAAAATg/r3bs7Nvz590/s320/baby+j+cropped.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343021812898151650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He weighs 7 pounds, 14 ounces and he and his mom are doing well. My brother is finding new things to worry and obsess about on a minute-by-minute basis, but other than having New Dad Syndrome, he is doing well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiY7pwlL7BI/AAAAAAAAATw/8baa9qX5p98/s1600-h/proud+auntie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiY7pwlL7BI/AAAAAAAAATw/8baa9qX5p98/s320/proud+auntie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343023596523219986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8568131303286752077?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8568131303286752077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8568131303286752077' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8568131303286752077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8568131303286752077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome-baby-j.html' title='welcome Baby J'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiY6B8D1POI/AAAAAAAAATg/r3bs7Nvz590/s72-c/baby+j+cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6206439397313825694</id><published>2009-05-31T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T11:43:51.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>already much adored and hasn't been born yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOJVw6BQI/AAAAAAAAASo/HYTg6Yshqhc/s1600-h/baby+bobbi+bear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOJVw6BQI/AAAAAAAAASo/HYTg6Yshqhc/s320/baby+bobbi+bear.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342058767871247618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOKnEUGjI/AAAAAAAAATI/5HBqOROjynQ/s1600-h/mossyjacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOKnEUGjI/AAAAAAAAATI/5HBqOROjynQ/s320/mossyjacket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342058789695920690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOeKbBcgI/AAAAAAAAATY/roEgnkQkz_s/s1600-h/koigu+baby+socks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOeKbBcgI/AAAAAAAAATY/roEgnkQkz_s/s320/koigu+baby+socks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342059125603922434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOKY3IQyI/AAAAAAAAATA/L2gkU8UP-Gw/s1600-h/baseball+tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOKY3IQyI/AAAAAAAAATA/L2gkU8UP-Gw/s320/baseball+tee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342058785882522402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOKHc3MhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Lj535DPfYB0/s1600-h/booties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOKHc3MhI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Lj535DPfYB0/s320/booties.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342058781208949266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOJpri7hI/AAAAAAAAASw/LRLKtscHYoc/s1600-h/baby+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOJpri7hI/AAAAAAAAASw/LRLKtscHYoc/s320/baby+hat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342058773217472018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my brother and his wife are expecting their first child (first grandchild on both sides, my first nephew) any time now, and because I happened to be in town for work, the families scheduled the baby shower for them yesterday so I could be there too. I met my sister-in-law's family for the first time and it was great. She is very sweet and easygoing, and now I see where she gets it from. It was a laid-back, fun get-together with food and cake and pictures and non-lame games. [The last baby shower I went to before this was pretty stressful: my friend's mother-in-law is a bit of a drill sergeant and she had us all doing a different activity every 2 minutes, and there was a bit of a YOU WILL HAVE &lt;large&gt;FUN&lt;/large&gt; air about the whole thing, so it was nice to be at one that was so different.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and presents. Well, as my SIL's grandma commented, this kid is going to have the biggest wardrobe ever. Ever since I found out I'm going to be an auntie, I have been possessed with the urge to knit cute baby clothes on overdrive and buy adorable accessories. I didn't even bring ALL the baby items I have gotten to the baby shower because there are so many. I am normally not like this so I surmise that being an auntie has addled my brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6206439397313825694?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6206439397313825694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6206439397313825694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6206439397313825694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6206439397313825694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/05/already-much-adored-and-hasnt-been-born.html' title='already much adored and hasn&apos;t been born yet'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SiLOJVw6BQI/AAAAAAAAASo/HYTg6Yshqhc/s72-c/baby+bobbi+bear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5309295609261347524</id><published>2009-05-15T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:38:25.943-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><title type='text'>tried to make me go to rehab and I said oink, oink, oink</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIWf_hc1_TM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FIWf_hc1_TM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5309295609261347524?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5309295609261347524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5309295609261347524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5309295609261347524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5309295609261347524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/05/tried-to-make-me-go-to-rehab-and-i-said.html' title='tried to make me go to rehab and I said oink, oink, oink'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6967122760740988772</id><published>2009-05-05T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:38:36.377-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddities'/><title type='text'>Gwyneth Paltrow and Peeps</title><content type='html'>I once read somewhere that there is nothing as boring as hearing about someone else's dream. Too bad! I'm going to tell you about the one I had last night anyway, because it was totally bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I dreamed that Gwyneth Paltrow had decided she should be friends with me, so she phoned me up and invited me over. I went to her house and we had tea and talked about clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, she was actually quite nice, although she was a bit clueless about what it was like to be a non-rich, non-famous person. Also, she was a little bit snobby. But surprisingly nice on the whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I do not think about Gwyneth Paltrow at all, so it's puzzling why I would not only dream about her but dream that she and I were friends. However, I did eat a marshmallow Peep for the first time ever last night while watching an episode of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Homicide&lt;/span&gt;. Coincidence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6967122760740988772?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6967122760740988772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6967122760740988772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6967122760740988772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6967122760740988772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/05/gwyneth-paltrow-and-peeps.html' title='Gwyneth Paltrow and Peeps'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1187732993034234718</id><published>2009-04-27T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:38:51.939-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>marking; procrastinating; The Book of Negroes; The Torso</title><content type='html'>I am supposed to be marking; therefore, of course, I am finding many other urgent and compelling things to do. In addition to marking the occasional essay, I have spent a lot of time cleaning up my desk, knitting things for my nephew to be, and researching &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2009/04/26/mexico-swine-flu.html"&gt;swine flu&lt;/a&gt; so that I can ramp up my anxiety levels to super-high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished reading this year's Canada Reads pick, &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canadareads/books-bookofnegroes.html"&gt;The Book of Negroes&lt;/a&gt; by Lawrence Hill. Well, actually, I listened to the unabridged audiobook which was broadcast on CBC and then archived on the &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/betweenthecovers/podcast.html"&gt;Between the Covers podcast&lt;/a&gt;. Very gripping stuff--the story pulls you along but it is also well-researched and contains a lot of historical detail. I sort of wish I had read the book, but the audiobook was very well narrated and above all, convenient while I was travelling; I went to Vancouver for professional development last week and then the morning after I returned I had to do a 4.5 hour drive out to a community program. I was grateful to be able to listen to 10 chapters on the way there and back, which kept me from falling into a coma and driving into the ditch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2008/may/20/whyimnotallowedmybooktit"&gt;a piece by the author&lt;/a&gt; about how he had to change the title for the US publication of the book. Instead of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Book of Negroes&lt;/span&gt; (which is also the name of a &lt;a href="http://museum.gov.ns.ca/blackloyalists/17751800/objects1775/booknegroes.htm"&gt;real, historical document&lt;/a&gt;), it's called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Someone Knows My Name&lt;/span&gt;. SO generic. Hill says, "At first, I was irritated, but gradually I've come to make my peace with the new title," but honestly, could the publisher not have picked a better alternative? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; I'm not sure what my book group is reading next, but this was a good pick. We did a quick tally of the books we've read since December and realized that they've all been downers. I like dramatic stuff as much as anyone, but since September we've read about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;UL&gt;&lt;LI&gt;war, torture, poverty and exile from Ethiopia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;poverty, abuse, and murder in the Maritimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;LI&gt;war, poverty, Nazis and collaborators during WWII in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;war, poverty, starvation and Nazis during the siege of Leningrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;kidnapping, slavery, rape, and murder in Africa and the US colonies.&lt;/UL&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggested we read &lt;a href="http://www.powells.com/biblio?show=TRADE%20PAPER:USED:9780684872179:6.95#synopses_and_reviews"&gt;Angela's Ashes&lt;/a&gt; for a little levity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Our librarian friend is going to make an executive decision and choose a book for us from the book club sets at the public library. I'll be interested to see what she chooses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I'm reading &lt;a href="http://www.eurocrime.co.uk/reviews/The_Torso_2.html"&gt;The Torso&lt;/a&gt; by Helene Tursten--it's the second in her Detective Inspector Irene Huss series. It's translated from the Swedish, and it loses nothing in translation but is a nice shift for me from the British mysteries I normally read. I find that a well-written mystery provides a lot of opportunity for meaningful social and cultural commentary. I realize I'm not really getting away from the heavy, depressing stuff here--and it's fairly gruesome, I mean just look at the title--but it's well-written and I don't have to think too hard. That suits me fine because I need to conserve my mental energy for reading student essays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1187732993034234718?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1187732993034234718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1187732993034234718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1187732993034234718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1187732993034234718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/04/marking-procrastinating-book-of-negroes.html' title='marking; procrastinating; &lt;i&gt;The Book of Negroes&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;The Torso&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5783257404426842068</id><published>2009-04-21T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:00:23.120-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard Cohen'/><title type='text'>he was born with the gift of a golden voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Se570DElcKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jMHgpuAnz84/s1600-h/chelsea+hotel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Se570DElcKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jMHgpuAnz84/s320/chelsea+hotel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327331543333826722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and I went to see Leonard Cohen while I was in Vancouver. &lt;small&gt;(Thanks to &lt;a href="http://stuffiamthinking.blogspot.com/"&gt;filmguy&lt;/a&gt; for the tickets--he couldn't go, but don't feel too bad for him because he &lt;a href="http://stuffiamthinking.blogspot.com/2008/08/update-leonard-cohen.html"&gt;got to see Leonard in Rome&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;/small&gt;. Leonard and his musicians played and sang for 3 hours and they were every bit as good at the end as at the start. I'll be happy if I'm able to sustain any sort of activity for three hours at the age of 74, never mind playing a sold-out concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time Leonard Cohen came to Vancouver was 1993, and although he played at the Orpheum I didn't go because I had a night class. Ah youth. What was I thinking? I suppose it's telling that I don't even remember what class was so important for me to attend that I missed out on hearing LC sing. I'm glad I didn't miss out this time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, he did sing "Chelsea Hotel No. 2."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=7585454&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=7585454&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5783257404426842068?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5783257404426842068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5783257404426842068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5783257404426842068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5783257404426842068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/04/he-was-born-with-gift-of-golden-voice.html' title='he was born with the gift of a golden voice'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/Se570DElcKI/AAAAAAAAAR4/jMHgpuAnz84/s72-c/chelsea+hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6031201113043542392</id><published>2009-03-24T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T01:13:43.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY</title><content type='html'>Confidential to PM: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LVOE WOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6031201113043542392?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6031201113043542392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6031201113043542392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6031201113043542392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6031201113043542392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/03/hipy-papy-bthuthdth-thuthda-bthuthdy.html' title='HIPY PAPY BTHUTHDTH THUTHDA BTHUTHDY'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-4318179463130990724</id><published>2009-03-19T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:39:57.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>they thought God had left the museum for good</title><content type='html'>I'm reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Madonnas of Leningrad&lt;/span&gt; right now; it's about a woman's memories of hiding from the Nazis in the Hermitage during the siege of Leningrad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were at the Krakow film festival, there was a Russian filmmaker who had spliced together footage from the recently released archival reels of the siege. It was all images, little if any dialogue. It was really arresting, just one stark black and white image of suffering after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was reading a passage in the book where the main character and her colleagues (she's a docent at the Hermitage) are working around the clock to pack up all the artwork so it can be shipped out to safety, when I suddenly remembered the lyrics to an old Tragically Hip song, "Scared":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're in Russia&lt;br /&gt;and more than a million works of art&lt;br /&gt;are whisked out to the woods&lt;br /&gt;when the Nazis&lt;br /&gt;find the whole place dark&lt;br /&gt;they'd think God's&lt;br /&gt;left the museum for good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've listened to that song many times before, but I never realized what those lines were about until I read that passage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=7298199&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=7298199&amp;style=metal&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-4318179463130990724?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4318179463130990724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=4318179463130990724' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4318179463130990724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4318179463130990724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/03/they-thought-god-had-left-museum-for.html' title='they thought God had left the museum for good'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-4525787146449180540</id><published>2009-03-16T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:54:32.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Grey Gardens</title><content type='html'>I'm really looking forward to the new &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grey Gardens&lt;/span&gt; movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/tW5ryhrzYC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube-nocookie.com/v/tW5ryhrzYC4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first saw the original &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0073076/"&gt;Grey Gardens&lt;/a&gt; I was concerned that the Maysles brothers had exploited these two women by documenting their eccentricities and sad state for everyone to see. About halfway through the film I realized that Big and Little Edie actually had a lot more agency than I had originally thought, and that what was going on here was much more complex than a callous filmmaker exposing two dotty old ladies. Even though they're undeniably strange, the Edies are unwaveringly true to themselves in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grey Gardens&lt;/span&gt;, dramatic and wounded and defensive and joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen some of the stills of Little Edie in the beautiful prime of her life, and I've read about her childhood and youth, but I am really looking forward to seeing them played out in this film. In the trailer, Jessica Lange seems to be doing a fine job of Big Edie, but I think this movie will turn out to belong to Drew Barrymore. I bet Little Edie would have been delighted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-4525787146449180540?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4525787146449180540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=4525787146449180540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4525787146449180540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4525787146449180540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/03/grey-gardens.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Grey Gardens&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1091276369877500519</id><published>2009-03-12T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:45:26.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>Mr. Sandman</title><content type='html'>What do all these scenarios have in common?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) My parents get arrested and have to go to jail. Suddenly I have to take over all their financial and personal responsibilities and also try to figure out a way to get them out of jail.&lt;br /&gt;b) I am driving along minding my own business when suddenly poisonous fertilizer rains down on me and I develop enormous welts and sores on my skin. I am beside myself trying to figure out how to find a cure.&lt;br /&gt;c) My brother is getting married and I am supposed to be a bridesmaid, but I just can't seem to get to the wedding--first I can't find my dress, then my ride doesn't show up, then I forget where the ceremony is being held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guessed that they're things I have dreamt in the last week then you would be right. Isn't the point of sleeping to be better rested when you wake up, not more anxious from all the problems you were trying to solve while you were asleep?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just focus on the enormous sense of relief I feel when I wake up and slowly realize that my parents aren't in jail/I don't have a toxin-induced skin disease/I didn't miss my brother's wedding (well, actually I did but only because they did a quick one at City Hall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="40"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="wmode" value="window"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=7298226&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://listen.grooveshark.com/songWidget.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="250" height="40" flashvars="hostname=cowbell.grooveshark.com&amp;widgetID=7298226&amp;style=wood&amp;p=0" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="window"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1091276369877500519?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1091276369877500519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1091276369877500519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1091276369877500519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1091276369877500519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-sandman.html' title='Mr. Sandman'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5616441308019879980</id><published>2009-03-11T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:06:53.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despair'/><title type='text'>don't tempt me</title><content type='html'>I'm on the sale notification list for Air Canada, so every once in a while they e-mail me about deals on airfare or special promotions. Today's e-mail had the subject line: "Up to 40% off! Fares so low you may never come home."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5616441308019879980?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5616441308019879980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5616441308019879980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5616441308019879980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5616441308019879980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-tempt-me.html' title='don&apos;t tempt me'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6839895064857416498</id><published>2009-03-11T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:06:27.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>reading The Flying Troutmans</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;I was the world's worst guardian of children. I was like the neighbourhood cat lady, but with kids. They were filthy, broken, and eating themselves, and soon they would feed on my old corpse.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;From Miriam Toews' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Flying Troutmans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6839895064857416498?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6839895064857416498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6839895064857416498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6839895064857416498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6839895064857416498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2009/03/flying-troutmans-by-miriam-toews.html' title='reading &lt;i&gt;The Flying Troutmans&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-2946446488875319887</id><published>2008-12-04T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T02:08:09.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excitement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadian politics'/><title type='text'>BOOM!</title><content type='html'>Well I'll be damned if this country hasn't exploded in the last few days. Here I haven't even posted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; recently except envious congratulations to the Americans on their excellent new president-elect, not even bothering to post the pathetic results of our own election. Sure, I've been busy, but really I've just kind of felt depressed about 1) our horrible same-old same-old government, and 2) the horrible apathy of the non-voting Canadian population. I didn't have a lot to say about our dear leader Stephen Harper that didn't involve endless ranting about his utter prickishness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! All that has changed in the last little while because politics are getting exciting again. Yarn Harlot describes it all so much better than I can, so &lt;a href="http://www.yarnharlot.ca/blog/archives/2008/12/03/what_is_happening_in_canada.html"&gt;it's best to check out her blog&lt;/a&gt; for a quick, coherent rundown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that has surprised me about this whole uproar is the sheer staggering number of my compatriots who seem to have no clue at all about how our political system works. Repeat after me: I do not personally get to elect my prime minister. Also: the Bloc Quebecois cannot be part of the coalition, though it can support the coalition. So everyone needs to shut up about separatism. And furthermore, all the bellowing about treason and unconstitutional and undemocratic and blah blah blah shocks me. Really? Unconstitutional? Undemocratic? Odd, then, that Stephen Harper himself not more than a few years ago composed a letter stating that he thought avoiding a confidence motion was a "&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2008/12/02/question-period.html"&gt;violation of the fundamental constitutional principles of our democracy&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw you, Harper. You've shown over the last several years that you are unfit to govern. You're a sneaky asshole--blackmailing the Opposition by threatening to turn every vote against you into a no-confidence situation? WTF. And now to be such a big baby and throw a tantrum and say you're going to go home and take your toys with you, prorogue, prorogue--GOD I am sick of you. Admit your fundamental unsuitability for the job and move over for some people who at least have a hope in hell of running the country properly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A coalition government is perfectly legal, perfectly democratic, and has functioned just fine in many other countries. It would be no less stable than what we've got now: a government held hostage by a petty tyrant. Bring on the coalition and get on with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-2946446488875319887?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/2946446488875319887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=2946446488875319887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2946446488875319887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2946446488875319887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/12/boom.html' title='BOOM!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1333763302714074870</id><published>2008-11-04T23:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:41:55.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US politics'/><title type='text'>dear America</title><content type='html'>Dear America,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for doing the right thing this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1333763302714074870?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1333763302714074870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1333763302714074870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1333763302714074870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1333763302714074870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-america.html' title='dear America'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-843638682777192167</id><published>2008-10-13T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T22:12:58.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadian politics'/><title type='text'>Election Day tomorrow! (aka "Don't vote? Don't bitch" day)</title><content type='html'>Well, happy Thanksgiving! Another year with no snow on the long weekend. I remember when I first moved here and it almost always snowed at least a little bit on the Thanksgiving weekend. Ah, global warming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very meh about this election, but as it creeps closer to election day tomorrow I am getting more excited about going to cast my ballot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun facts about &lt;a href="http://www.parl.gc.ca/information/about/process/house/hfer/hfer.asp?Language=E&amp;Search=Det&amp;Include=Y&amp;rid=572"&gt;my riding (Prince George-Peace River)&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;From 1966 to 1976, it was called Fort Nelson-Peace River. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;It covers one quarter of the province of British Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Its area is 237,174 km&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Voters in Prince George will choose from the same candidates as voters in Fort Nelson. The two are over 800 km apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;This riding has been held by a right-wing party (Progressive Conservative, Reform, Alliance, Conservative) since 1972.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a left-wing progressive, it is really hard to feel represented by my MP when this riding has been conservative for the last thirty-six years. However, I do think that the Conservative incumbent is going to have more of a run for his money this election than in the past. I'll be watching the results with interest tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the federal results (i.e. who forms the government), well, my prediction is Conservative minority. I'm hoping to be wrong (and I DON'T mean that it turns out to be a Conservative majority!). We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-843638682777192167?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/843638682777192167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=843638682777192167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/843638682777192167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/843638682777192167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/10/election-day-tomorrow-dont-vote-dont.html' title='Election Day tomorrow! (aka &quot;Don&apos;t vote? Don&apos;t bitch&quot; day)'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-4340328094541568868</id><published>2008-10-05T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:39:21.380-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Canadian politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Plagiarism, Mr. Harper, is a serious offence.</title><content type='html'>Every time I teach a course that involves writing essays, I talk to my students about plagiarism. I tell them that it is a serious offence, that plagiarism refers to using others' ideas and/or words without proper attribution, and that it does not have to be intentional to be considered plagiarism. Because it is a serious offence, the college treats it as such, and the consequences for students caught plagiarizing range from a zero on the assignment to an F in the course, or possibly expulsion from the college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is with great interest that I have been following the charges of plagiarism (two so far this week) that have been dogging our current prime minister. In the first instance, Stephen Harper is accused of having copied sections of a speech by former Australian PM John Howard; in the second, he is accused of having copied part of a speech by former Ontario Premier Mike Harris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harper and the rest of the Conservative Party have spent a lot of time denying and downplaying the seriousness of these accusations, although in the first case, the staffer who had written Harper's speech resigned after the story had been in the news for a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/canadavotes/story/2008/10/03/plagiarism-accstn.html#socialcomments"&gt;From the CBC website&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Conservative spokesman Dan Dugas dismissed the matter in an interview with the Canadian Press, saying it was an attempt by the Liberals to "deflect attention from their lack of an economic plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, they've identified 44 words out of a 4,956-word speech that are similar — not identical — to a speech by another conservative," Dugas said. He refused to identify the speechwriter.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have failed students for copying far fewer than 44 words in their essays. The point is the copying without attribution, not the percentage of the essay that was plagiarized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you can see for yourself, here are some side-by-side comparisons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Howard: It is inherently dangerous to allow a country, such as Iraq, to retain weapons of mass destruction, particularly in light of its past aggressive behaviour. If the world community fails to disarm Iraq we fear that other rogue states will be encouraged to believe that they too can have these most deadly of weapons to systematically defy international resolutions and that the world will do nothing to stop them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Harper: It is inherently dangerous to allow a country, such as Iraq, to retain weapons of mass destruction, particularly in light of its past aggressive behaviour. If the world community fails to disarm Iraq we fear that other rogue states will be encouraged to believe that they too can have these most deadly of weapons to systematically defy international resolutions and that the world will do nothing to stop them.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Howard: As the possession of weapons of mass destruction spreads, so the danger of such weapons coming into the hands of terrorist groups will multiply. That is the ultimate nightmare which the world must take decisive and effective steps to prevent. Possession of chemical, biological or nuclear weapons by terrorists would constitute a direct, undeniable and lethal threat to Australia and its people.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Harper: As the possession of weapons of mass destruction spreads, the danger of such weapons coming into the hands of terrorist groups will multiply, particularly given in this case the shameless association of Iraq with rogue non-state organizations. That is the ultimate nightmare which the world must take decisive and effective steps to prevent. Possession of chemical, biological or nuclear weapons by terrorists would constitute a direct, undeniable and lethal threat to the world, including to Canada and its people.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="1" cellpadding="5"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Harris: Thinking about things from a new and different perspective is never easy. It takes courage, conviction and the strength to know that in taking a new and innovative course, you are making change for the better. Genuine leaders are the ones who do the right thing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Harper: Thinking about things from a new and different perspective is not about reading the polls and having focus group tests. It is never easy because it takes courage, conviction and the strength to know that taking a new and innovative course is going to make change for the better. Genuine leaders are the ones who do the right thing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-4340328094541568868?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4340328094541568868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=4340328094541568868' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4340328094541568868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4340328094541568868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/10/plagiarism-mr-harper-is-serious-offence.html' title='Plagiarism, Mr. Harper, is a serious offence.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-3304241809384035011</id><published>2008-09-22T10:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:41:21.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>the space race is over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sylvesterartwork.googlepages.com/"&gt;Kevin Sylvester&lt;/a&gt; can read my mind! He's playing "The Space Race is Over" by Billy Bragg on &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/soundslikecanada/"&gt;Sounds Like Canada&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-3304241809384035011?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3304241809384035011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=3304241809384035011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3304241809384035011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3304241809384035011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/09/space-race-is-over.html' title='the space race is over'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-584471988630020122</id><published>2008-09-19T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:40:26.987-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>I will not cease from mental fight</title><content type='html'>I have a strong belief in socialism; I have a deep admiration for Billy Bragg; I have a secret affection for the Anglican hymn/Blake poem "Jerusalem." &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ji_2Stu98-I"&gt;This lovely rendition&lt;/a&gt; of one of my favourite pieces of choral music combines all three of these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the local Take Back the Night march tonight. It was very well-attended and it was a joy to be there. Sometimes I get kind of down about all the frustrating inequality and injustice in the world, and it's good to see real, live evidence that people care and are trying to do something to fight against all the crap. It was great to see so many women and men united together against the systemic problem of violence against women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the women walking behind me had brought her little boy, Cameron. He was SO excited to be there that he kept trotting ahead of her, chatting away happily to whomever he happened to be beside. At one point my friend and I were befriended by him, and he exclaimed to the two of us, "We're walking on the ROAD!" We were both charmed because clearly he was excited to be doing something so transgressive (that he has probably been warned against repeatedly). Then he said, "I have a CANDLE! And I didn't burn myself. And I'm only THIS MANY!" (holds up four fingers). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron, I hope you are still attending Take Back the Night marches twenty years from now. Or, better yet, that you don't have to, because we don't need them any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-584471988630020122?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/584471988630020122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=584471988630020122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/584471988630020122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/584471988630020122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-will-not-cease-from-mental-fight.html' title='I will not cease from mental fight'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-3426729111253128947</id><published>2008-09-18T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T16:56:44.182-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lego'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><title type='text'>and now commence with the jokes about how much healthier Amy Winehouse looks when she's an inch tall and made of plastic</title><content type='html'>To celebrate the 30th anniversary of its &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27433628@N05/2594328877/"&gt;minifigure&lt;/a&gt;, LEGO is making special celebrity versions, including &lt;a href="http://www.gigwise.com/article?id=46172&amp;image=1#gallery"&gt;Amy Winehouse&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gigwise.com/article?id=46172&amp;image=2#gallery"&gt;Madonna&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.gigwise.com/article?id=46172&amp;image=6#gallery"&gt;Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.gigwise.com/article?id=46172&amp;image=3#gallery"&gt;David and Victoria Beckham&lt;/a&gt;. Unfortunately for LEGO enthusiasts, however, they won't be available to the public. [&lt;a href="http://www.jezebel.com"&gt;originally via&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-3426729111253128947?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3426729111253128947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=3426729111253128947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3426729111253128947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3426729111253128947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/09/and-now-commence-jokes-about-how-much.html' title='and now commence with the jokes about how much healthier Amy Winehouse looks when she&apos;s an inch tall and made of plastic'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-2430866547196381710</id><published>2008-09-16T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:17:03.863-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='despair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>she really doesn't know what the Bush Doctrine is</title><content type='html'>So I've been sort of following the Sarah Palin hoo-ha, but sort of not, because sometimes I get annoyed at spending so much time following another country's politics. But it's hard to avoid, it's SUCH a train wreck, and to be honest, whoever gets elected over there has the power to affect me and MY country. I resent this, but that is the way it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm certainly not the first person to come to this conclusion, but I have to say it: &lt;big&gt;This woman is a moron. She is ill-informed and in way over her head.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch this if you aren't convinced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z75QSExE0jU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z75QSExE0jU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT THE BUSH DOCTRINE IS. I AM NOT AN AMERICAN AND I KNOW WHAT THE BUSH DOCTRINE IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This woman is making me type in all caps! That can't be good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that video, she reminds me of a student who hasn't studied for the test but is now trying to BS her way through it. I know it when I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, if McCain gets elected I am going to be really scared. I should probably start building a bunker in the back yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-2430866547196381710?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/2430866547196381710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=2430866547196381710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2430866547196381710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2430866547196381710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/09/she-really-doesnt-know-what-bush.html' title='she really doesn&apos;t know what the Bush Doctrine is'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8791605959645752328</id><published>2008-09-14T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:22:26.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='US politics'/><title type='text'>I can see Russia from my house!</title><content type='html'>As predicted, Tina Fey played Sarah Palin last night in a kick-ass Saturday Night Live sketch: &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Saturday_Night_Live/video/clips/palin-hillary-open/656281/"&gt;"A Non-Partisan Message from Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton."&lt;/a&gt; (Amy Poehler played Hillary Clinton.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Fey/Palin: Tonight we are crossing party lines to address the now very ugly role that sexism is playing in the campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poehler/Clinton: An issue which I am frankly surprised to hear people suddenly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poehler/Clinton: I believe that diplomacy should be the cornerstone of any foreign policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fey/Palin: And I can see Russia from my house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poehler/Clinton: I don't agree with the Bush Doctrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fey/Palin: I don't know what that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8791605959645752328?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8791605959645752328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8791605959645752328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8791605959645752328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8791605959645752328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-see-russia-from-my-house.html' title='I can see Russia from my house!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-3136065890735996805</id><published>2008-09-10T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:23:42.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listenables'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short stories'/><title type='text'>"A Jury of Her Peers"</title><content type='html'>I've just finished preparing my lecture for the short story "A Jury of Her Peers." If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it. The ending makes me want to cry every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a beautiful reading of it by Cori Samuels &lt;a href="http://piratelibrary.com/archives/36"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-3136065890735996805?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3136065890735996805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=3136065890735996805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3136065890735996805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3136065890735996805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/09/jury-of-her-peers.html' title='&quot;A Jury of Her Peers&quot;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8386186350515415554</id><published>2008-08-25T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:23:57.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruminations'/><title type='text'>Beijing Olympics: panem et circenses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Globe and Mail&lt;/span&gt; ran &lt;a href="http://www.theglobeandmail.com/servlet/story/RTGAM.20080823.wolympicssuccess23/BNStory/beijing2008/home"&gt;an interesting piece by Geoffrey York&lt;/a&gt; over the weekend on the ultimate achievement of the Beijing Olympics: a huge show of China's power on the international stage and a reconfirmation for Chinese citizens that the Party is powerful and righteous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;York's piece is as cynical as I am about the whole spectacle of the 2008 Summer Olympics. I simply cannot enjoy something that comes as a result of a government's suppression of dissent and is aided and abetted by the international media's determined focus away from such silencing. Sure, there was the occasional news story here about China's arrest of protesters. But on the whole, the focus was on the warm and fuzzy, favouring stories of struggle against personal adversity on the way to triumph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get that, really I do. After all, this is the Olympics, where athletes push their bodies to do things that I can barely comprehend and would never be able to do myself. And they deserve the acclaim for these feats. However, even the international athletes were prohibited from commenting or criticizing China's handling of human rights around the Olympics--they were threatened with expulsion from the games if they mentioned certain off-limits topics during media interviews. I can't help but wonder if this left a certain bitter taste in the mouth for some of these athletes, who after all are not just bodies but individuals with brains and hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most interesting quotations in York's article comes from acclaimed Chinese filmmaker Zhang Yimou, who was in charge of the opening and closing ceremonies. In the quotation, Mr. Zhang discusses why these ceremonies were possible in Beijing but would have been difficult to achieve in the West, where pesky things like human rights concerns would surely get in the way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I have conducted operas in the West, and it was so troublesome," he said in an interview with Southern Weekend, a Chinese newspaper. "They only work four-and-a-half days each week. Every day there are two coffee breaks. There cannot be any discomfort, because of human rights. ... We do not have that. We can work very hard, we can withstand lots of bitterness. We can achieve in one week what they can achieve in one month. Other than North Korea, no other country in the world can achieve this."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having difficulty deciding if Mr. Zhang is being serious in his favourable comparison of his own country with North Korea, or if it is a subtly deadpan, cloaked  critique of China's determined end-justifies-the-means approach to putting on a dazzling international spectacle at the expense of so much human dignity. I would like to think it is the latter, but as with so many things having to do with the Beijing Olympics, I am just not certain of the intent behind the words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8386186350515415554?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8386186350515415554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8386186350515415554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8386186350515415554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8386186350515415554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijing-olympics-panem-et-circenses.html' title='Beijing Olympics: &lt;i&gt;panem et circenses&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1942054559717096870</id><published>2008-08-18T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:24:04.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><title type='text'>What kind of policy is that?</title><content type='html'>I think the moderator of the CBC comments forum must have a wicked sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the featured comment on the CBC British Columbia main page:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Maybe those who make pubic policy should LISTEN to experts. I am sick and tired of the ignorant being handed portfolios." &lt;em&gt;-unruly, Vancouver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics is apparently a lot more exciting than I ever imagined!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1942054559717096870?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1942054559717096870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1942054559717096870' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1942054559717096870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1942054559717096870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-kind-of-policy-is-that.html' title='What kind of policy is that?'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1423695235323648495</id><published>2008-07-31T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:24:17.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><title type='text'>cake wrecks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com"&gt;Cake Wrecks&lt;/a&gt; is a blog dedicated to showcasing professionally decorated (i.e. bought from a bakery, not made with love by a family member) cakes that elicit not squeals of delight but rather shrieks of horror (or laughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-something-to-be-said-for.html"&gt;bad spelling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-too-can-prevent-random-quotation.html"&gt;random, inappropriate punctuation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-you-make-freudian-slip-in-icing.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really unfortunate misspellings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/05/most-disturbing-cake-ever.html"&gt;oh God my eyes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/07/bringing-whole-new-meaning-to-foot-in.html"&gt;THE MOST STOMACH-CHURNING CAKE EVER &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[via &lt;a href="http://pcjm.blogspot.com"&gt;Pop Culture Junk Mail&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1423695235323648495?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1423695235323648495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1423695235323648495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1423695235323648495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1423695235323648495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/cake-wrecks.html' title='cake wrecks'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8192697164989842601</id><published>2008-07-30T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:24:33.269-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Time to Pretend</title><content type='html'>I was catching up with past episodes of &lt;a href="Time to Pretend"&gt;All Songs Considered&lt;/a&gt; and they played "Time to Pretend" by MGMT on their Best CDs of 2008 show. God damn! I cannot stop listening to this song! I actually bought it from iTunes, that's how much I like it. I can't put those AAC files on my MP3 player, so I don't usually buy stuff from iTunes, but in this case I had to have it NOW.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://court13.com/TimeToPretend_480.mov"&gt;the video&lt;/a&gt; to see what the band looks like, and must say I was taken aback by how frickin' young they are. It made me feel very old all of a sudden. [ETA: better, hi-res video link now. Also: I discovered the reason they look so young to me is because they are ten years younger than I am. GOD I AM OLD. Also, I have been listening to this every morning on the way to work.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty much not in the loop when it comes to new music, but I think All Songs Considered is helping me a little. Anyway, this song is fantastic and I am currently blasting it at top volume which is something else I never do. The animals are all very alarmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8192697164989842601?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8192697164989842601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8192697164989842601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8192697164989842601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8192697164989842601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-to-pretend.html' title='Time to Pretend'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8135358945394337521</id><published>2008-07-30T19:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:40:54.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literacy'/><title type='text'>literacy work and possibility</title><content type='html'>I recently mentioned that there is the possibility I'll be able to take on some literacy work in the fall. Although this is an area of interest for me, and I have done some work and research on literacy, it would be quite different from the job I'm currently doing and it would be a new challenge for me. In a possible fit of counting chickens before they hatch, I've been doing some research and reading on the subject in case the position does become available to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking on new challenges at work can be stressful, and I have no doubt that this would be the case with this literacy position. However, it can also be wonderfully motivating and inspiring, and despite my exhaustion and frustration this summer, I am finding myself more and more engaged and excited about the possibility of getting into this kind of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What interests me about literacy work is the opportunity for social justice activism within the field. Or perhaps it is more accurate to say that within the larger framework of social justice, literacy plays a part. When I taught a sociology course on women and society, I researched a women's coop in India that has as one of its major goals literacy for all its members. The idea is that no one can truly be self-sufficient unless literate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my feelings on this sudden, surprising, and unwelcome upheaval in my work life have changed from frustration and resentment to recognition that it may actually be a real opportunity to take my career in another direction. The best thing is that I can take my background in women's studies and my experience teaching ESL and use them to good effect in another setting. The most difficult thing will be going from a job where I feel confident that I know what I am doing and am good at it to a job where I will be finding my feet for a while. I'm not good at not being good at things. But I think I'm going to have to learn to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8135358945394337521?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8135358945394337521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8135358945394337521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8135358945394337521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8135358945394337521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/literacy-work-and-possibility.html' title='literacy work and possibility'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-3796334613222502165</id><published>2008-07-29T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T09:25:09.132-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>Microsoft Word 2007</title><content type='html'>I just wrote an expletive-filled screed about the newest version of MS Word that has been loaded onto my work computer, but I deleted it. I have chosen not to post it because I re-read it and it made me seem like I was five seconds away from an aneurysm. It's true, I have had a less-than-wonderful day, and words can barely describe my hatred of this version of Word, but I'm hoping my brain isn't that close to exploding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-3796334613222502165?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3796334613222502165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=3796334613222502165' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3796334613222502165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3796334613222502165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/microsoft-word-2007.html' title='Microsoft Word 2007'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6812712593527215151</id><published>2008-07-27T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:41:21.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CBC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>The Late Show with Gordon Pinsent</title><content type='html'>I'm listening to Radio One right now and they're playing one of their summer replacement shows, &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/radiosummer/thelateshow/"&gt;The Late Show&lt;/a&gt; hosted by Gordon Pinsent. It's a show about the lives of ordinary Canadians who actually lived extraordinary lives, and it's fascinating and moving. I think Gordon Pinsent is a great host and I love his voice. (He was fantastic in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0491747/"&gt;Away From Her&lt;/a&gt;.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to it, or bits of it, for the last few Sunday mornings (it comes on at 11 am and is rebroadcast Tuesday mornings while I'm at work). Anyway, something that's been puzzling me since I first started listening to it is why it's called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Late Show&lt;/span&gt; when it's always on in the mornings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first time I realized that the title is a reference to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;late&lt;/span&gt; as in, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dead&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not usually that slow on the uptake, I swear!&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6812712593527215151?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6812712593527215151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6812712593527215151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6812712593527215151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6812712593527215151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-listening-to-radio-one-right-now-and.html' title='&lt;i&gt;The Late Show&lt;/i&gt; with Gordon Pinsent'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1638052756206369593</id><published>2008-07-25T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:29:24.835-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddities'/><title type='text'>Anne Shirley wouldn't have approved either</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/prince-edward-island/story/2008/07/25/strippers-legion.html"&gt;There is a big-ass controversy brewing in Summerside, PEI&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently, the manager of the local Legion booked a Las Vegas male stripper group into the venue. The event was very popular--they sold over 200 tickets--but several people objected to this type of act being allowed in the Legion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chief among the offended was Wallace MacAusland, 28,whose great-great-uncle was a war veteran. MacAusland says he is going to tear up his membership if the Legion doesn't apologize to local veterans. MacAusland admits that he didn't actually see the act, but some of his friends did, and one of these friends "was so disgusted, she left after 40 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that right there is the best part of the article. Just think, that woman was SO DISGUSTED it only took her &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;40 minutes&lt;/span&gt; to decide to leave! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome. Anyway, Robert Palmer, the Legion manager, doesn't seem too repentant: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Legion manager Robert Palmer calls the event a success, and says none of the members he spoke to had a problem with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have to survive the same as any other venue in Summerside, and to do that, we have to generate revenue. It was put on with the best of intentions, and it certainly wasn't to insult anybody."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Legion will likely rebook the event down the road, said Palmer.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that little jab at the end. That's an "F-U" if I've ever heard one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1638052756206369593?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1638052756206369593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1638052756206369593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1638052756206369593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1638052756206369593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/anne-shirley-wouldnt-have-approved.html' title='Anne Shirley wouldn&apos;t have approved either'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-815478882603435007</id><published>2008-07-25T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:29:32.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddities'/><title type='text'>Is this going to help my insomnia or make it worse?</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep (what's new), so I'm reading the CBC news website. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story that confirms and (to my mind) justifies my phobia of lightning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/montreal/story/2008/07/24/qc-lightningstrikes0724.html"&gt;Couple's tent struck by lightning while camping in Quebec&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye gods. This is the freakiest part of the article: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was feeling a tingling sensation through my arms and legs. I felt I'd been shocked and it wasn't painful, but it was a sensation that I have felt something," she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nearby tree was scorched in the storm. "Then it started to get scary," McNairn said. "I'm screaming and you can smell burned hair. You think, I'm so close, I'm smelling this, this is it, this is it."&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;The two lay in their tent, worrying about another strike, the condition of their hearts, and whether the campsite was going to burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is this article about a couple of geniuses in New Zealand who decided to name their daughter &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/world/story/2008/07/24/talula-nz-name.html"&gt;Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii&lt;/a&gt;. (No word of a lie, that's her name. Check out the link.) Unsurprisingly, the girl, who is now 9 years old, was mortified by her name. She thus petitioned to become a ward of the state so she could legally change her name. Also unsurprisingly, the judge ruled in Talula's favour, adding that he thought the parents had exercised "extremely poor judgment" in choosing her name and that "[i]t makes a fool of the child and sets her up with a social disability and handicap, unnecessarily." Um, yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, what did surprise me was learning that Talula actually appears to have fared a little better in the parent lottery (though not by much) than her poor compatriots Yeah Detroit, Keenan Got Lucy, Sex Fruit, Number 16 Bus Shelter, and Violence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also surprisingly, only the first three of those five names were deemed unacceptable by the courts. Poor old Number 16 BS and Violence were presumably stuck with theirs until they had the wherewithal to legally change them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-815478882603435007?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/815478882603435007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=815478882603435007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/815478882603435007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/815478882603435007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-this-going-to-help-my-insomnia-or.html' title='Is this going to help my insomnia or make it worse?'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-3354308962081457727</id><published>2008-07-20T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:35.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>swatch carnage [warning: graphic display of yarn mutilation]</title><content type='html'>What the hell happened to my swatches in the washing machine?? This is some Superwash Bamboo from Elann that I had made into two swatches so I could send them to my aunt and she could pick which colour she liked for her Christmas sweater. As you can see, I haven't sent them to her yet, so I decided to throw them in with a load of laundry to see how "superwash" they really were. [Note: I didn't just throw them in there to fend for themselves. I put them in a zippered mesh bag to protect them.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Witness the gruesome results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIP62DGHFzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Uof4KRyYT4E/s1600-h/swatch+carnage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIP62DGHFzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Uof4KRyYT4E/s320/swatch+carnage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225295799130724146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally perplexed, not to mention perturbed. The merlot swatch on the left seems to have had one corner chewed up by a rodent, but the chocolate brown swatch! My God, it looks like one of my cats got at it and unraveled the whole thing. It is utterly bizarre. I will have to re-knit the swatches and do this again, because I want to find out if this was some freak accident, or if Superwash Bamboo needs ultra-special treatment. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Damn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-3354308962081457727?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/3354308962081457727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=3354308962081457727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3354308962081457727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/3354308962081457727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/swatch-carnage-warning-graphic-display.html' title='swatch carnage [warning: graphic display of yarn mutilation]'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIP62DGHFzI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Uof4KRyYT4E/s72-c/swatch+carnage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8526574523635800945</id><published>2008-07-19T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:36.979-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>fantasy yarn shop</title><content type='html'>Today my friend Darlene and I went to check out the sales at The Willow Basket, a local yarn shop that is closing down soon (owner is retiring). Of course, we both found some AMAZING yarns for sale: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elsabeth Lavold Silky Wool in a russet tweed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJ_jlGDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4XH-uwnupWg/s1600-h/russet+silky+wool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJ_jlGDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4XH-uwnupWg/s320/russet+silky+wool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224899218080340018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lily Chin Park Avenue in a deep plum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJta8UFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DkD3SPR20a8/s1600-h/plum+lily+chin+park+ave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJta8UFI/AAAAAAAAAMI/DkD3SPR20a8/s320/plum+lily+chin+park+ave.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224899213212274770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Falls 1824 Wool in a dusty teal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJZ8aYnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ayVXObv8QuE/s1600-h/dusty+teal+mission+falls+wool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJZ8aYnI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ayVXObv8QuE/s320/dusty+teal+mission+falls+wool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224899207983948402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission Falls 1824 Cotton in pale green and pink &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJX_zk3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/t8RlJMhbHPs/s1600-h/pale+green+mission+falls+cotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJX_zk3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/t8RlJMhbHPs/s320/pale+green+mission+falls+cotton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224899207461311346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJlDgP3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lZS5mNm5i7Q/s1600-h/pink+mission+falls+cotton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJlDgP3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/lZS5mNm5i7Q/s320/pink+mission+falls+cotton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224899210966482802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were there, Darlene and I were reminiscing about how we had talked in the past about setting up our own yarn shop one day. Although I'm seriously loathe to own my own business (I watched my parents work 20 hour days, 6 days a week with their cafe, and it has put me off, I must say), IF I were to have my own yarn shop, I would try to stock only yarns that were either eco friendly (organic, undyed/naturally dyed, or from easily renewable crops like hemp), fair trade yarns, or indie Canadian yarns (or some combination of all three). I think 1) it would provide access to yarns that are difficult to find outside of major urban centres; 2) it would be both socially and environmentally responsible; 3) there is an increasing interest in and demand for these kinds of yarn among today's knitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! What yarns would I stock in my fantasy yarn shop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cascade Eco Wool and Eco+&lt;br /&gt;O-Wool and O-Wool Balance&lt;br /&gt;Blue Skies Organic Cotton&lt;br /&gt;Green Mountain Spinnery yarns&lt;br /&gt;Pakucho Organic Cotton&lt;br /&gt;Manos del Uruguay Wool &lt;br /&gt;Manos del Uruguay Cotton Stria&lt;br /&gt;Malabrigo Wool&lt;br /&gt;Malabrigo Cotton&lt;br /&gt;Elsebeth Lavold Hempathy&lt;br /&gt;Louet yarns&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Georgia yarns&lt;br /&gt;Koigu yarns&lt;br /&gt;Fleece Artist and Handmaiden yarns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaah, I'm drooling just thinking about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8526574523635800945?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8526574523635800945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8526574523635800945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8526574523635800945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8526574523635800945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/fantasy-yarn-shop.html' title='fantasy yarn shop'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SIKSJ_jlGDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/4XH-uwnupWg/s72-c/russet+silky+wool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-61298957318243000</id><published>2008-07-18T23:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T01:02:04.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>annoying inaccuracies in TV and movies</title><content type='html'>I was reading the Defective Yeti when I came across &lt;a href="http://www.defectiveyeti.com/archives/002391.html"&gt;his post&lt;/a&gt; about how annoying it is to see a scene in a movie or on TV that you KNOW is totally unrealistic because of your job or area of specialty. For example, his wife is a botanist, and botanical inaccuracies drive her crazy. It's the same with lawyers and law shows, or doctors and nurses and medical shows. I remember my cousin, who is a nurse, saying she actually didn't mind ER except that they were always intubating every damned patient who came in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ESL colleagues and I have talked about this before, and there are two biggies that annoy us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The character whose English is supposed to be really poor, but who actually speaks grammatically accurate English, just with a heavy accent. Having an accent isn't the same as not being able to speak English. As one work friend says, "Just once I'd love to hear some supposedly ESL person speak without using any articles, or using all root verbs without conjugating them. You know, the way a real beginning English learner would speak." No kidding. Although I was watching something recently--what the hell was it?--where I was impressed at the realistic nature of the grammar mistakes this second language learner was making. They were exactly the kind of things my students do. Very authentic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The character who arrives in an English speaking country with no English, but whose English improves dramatically within a ridiculously short period of time. If only it were so easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-61298957318243000?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/61298957318243000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=61298957318243000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/61298957318243000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/61298957318243000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/annoying-inaccuracies-in-tv-and-movies.html' title='annoying inaccuracies in TV and movies'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6829889833738461593</id><published>2008-07-14T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:30:26.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><title type='text'>Goodbye Olive</title><content type='html'>Last year, I wrote &lt;a href="http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2007/03/voice-spanning-three-centuries.html"&gt;a post about a 107-year-old woman&lt;/a&gt; whose friends had helped her set up a &lt;a href="http://www.allaboutolive.com.au"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. The woman was Olive Riley, and she had a spirit and a joy for living that, frankly, I wish I had now, never mind 70+ years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olive &lt;a href="http://www.allaboutolive.com.au/2008/07/13/1311/"&gt;passed away today&lt;/a&gt; at the age of 108. I know there is no way one could say she didn't live a really long, full life, but it's still sad for the family and friends she left behind, including Mike Rubbo, the person who helped her with her blog. And I'll tell you, I for one will miss reading about her exploits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Olive. You were a really cool old lady whose blog charmed the pants off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Es8tNTzrMoA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Es8tNTzrMoA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6829889833738461593?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6829889833738461593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6829889833738461593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6829889833738461593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6829889833738461593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/goodbye-olive.html' title='Goodbye Olive'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6052546437183488879</id><published>2008-07-13T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:30:34.865-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommendations'/><title type='text'>Slings and Arrows</title><content type='html'>Before the weekend, I received in the mail the first season (2 discs, 6 episodes total) of Movie Central's &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0387779/"&gt;Slings and Arrows&lt;/a&gt;, about the world of classical Shakespearean theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pilot starts with the contrasting stories of two theatre companies: one is a hardworking group of actors with lots of artistic integrity...who are housed in a dilapidated building with non-functioning toilets, no phones, and the occasional electrical fire. The other, The Swan, is a posh, plush theatre that panders to the "grey-haired set;" it is the official home of the New Burbage Shakespeare Festival (based on the Stratford, I'm assuming). Whereas the first theatre is scrambling to cover basic expenses, The Swan is comfortable, complacent, and corporate-sponsored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the pilot, the first theatre is trying to a) fix the plumbing, and b) come up with the back rent that they owe the landlord. The other theatre is preparing for the opening night of the festival--a production of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the pilot continues, the tension at The Swan builds: Richard, the general manager (Mark McKinney of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Kids in the Hall&lt;/span&gt;), is in a tizzy about keeping their corporate sponsors happy, while Oliver, the artistic director (Stephen Ouiemette), is self-medicating with the bottle to avoid the glaring fact that he has allowed his productions to become boring and soulless in order to stay afloat financially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have watched the first and second episodes, and I'm already hooked. The writing is excellent: subtle and witty with some amusing in-jokes for those familiar with the world of the theatre, but not so many that it would alienate viewers not familiar with what goes on backstage. And although we do see characters that could definitely be "types" (the diva, the ingenue, the drunk, disillusioned director who has sold out his artistic vision to The Man, the clueless suit who doesn't really understand the arts), the acting skillfully avoids caricature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very young-looking pre-&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wedding Crashers&lt;/span&gt; Rachel McAdams is charming as a newbie actor who is paying her dues playing the "maids and fairies" roles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul Gross is also mesmerizing as the crazy director of the impoverished theatre company who seems to have a mysterious past relationship to Oliver and Ellen, The Swan's leading lady (Martha Burns). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like warm, intelligent, engaging drama with comedic moments, I highly recommend &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Slings and Arrows&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6052546437183488879?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6052546437183488879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6052546437183488879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6052546437183488879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6052546437183488879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/slings-and-arrows.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Slings and Arrows&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1034725329012916736</id><published>2008-07-12T18:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T18:41:54.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tentative good news</title><content type='html'>So I think it's OK for me to write about this...I found out the other day that there is a strong possibility my layoff from the college will be rescinded. I won't be able to continue teaching ESL, but if all goes well I'll teach a section of women's studies, do some work in the writing centre, and also--this is the part that kind of makes me nervous, because it will be a brand new position--be a regional literacy coordinator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF this happens, IF it is approved, then it'll be an interesting challenge for me. I've done some literacy research over the past year and had been considering getting into adult basic ed if my layoff ended up being permanent. The only thing is that because our college is responsible for not just Prince George but the central interior region, this position would be split 40/60 between the north-eastern central interior and the south-eastern central interior. So the north-eastern coordinator would be responsible for Vanderhoof, Burns Lake, Fort Fraser, and Fraser Lake, and the south-eastern coordinator (that would be me) would be responsible for Prince George, Quesnel, Mackenzie, McBride, and Valemount. Whew. That is a lot of driving. If I do get this position, I will try to take the Greyhound to as many of these communities as possible. Winter driving on the highways up here freaks me out, especially after my big-ass accident. Unfortunately however, several communities up here have no Greyhound service at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there's lots of uncertainty surrounding this fall, but it looks like I have a really good chance of staying employed at the college, at least until December.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1034725329012916736?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1034725329012916736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1034725329012916736' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1034725329012916736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1034725329012916736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/tentative-good-news.html' title='tentative good news'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5223592530077132113</id><published>2008-07-10T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:37.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>linen scarf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SHbmw0FQBeI/AAAAAAAAALw/cijpZxOYyW4/s1600-h/linen+lace+scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SHbmw0FQBeI/AAAAAAAAALw/cijpZxOYyW4/s320/linen+lace+scarf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221614544271443426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this shirt on the last day of my Paris holiday in April. I was so enamoured with it that I wore it the very next day on the airplane home. It was great! Comfortable, cool, pretty. What more could I want? Well, after wearing it for 24 hours straight, I got tired of readjusting the neckline every 15 minutes and realized that I had bought something made for someone with much wider shoulders, or maybe a bigger bust. Or both. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really like the shirt and it's a good one to wear to work (other than the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flashdance&lt;/span&gt; effect, of course), so what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new lace linen scarf is here to save the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yarn: 1 skein of Linus by Elann (100% linen; 114 yards/104 metres) in Green Tea colourway&lt;br /&gt;Pattern: &lt;a href="http://ddrbroderick.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-pal-got-her-scarves.html#links"&gt;Easy Ribbed Lace Scarf&lt;/a&gt; by Dorothy of &lt;a href="http://ddrbroderick.blogspot.com/"&gt;Knitting Stuff and Going On and On&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 11 days to knit this, but I would say actual knitting time was more like 6 hours or so. It was SO easy that I could knit and watch TV at the same time. And I love that the pattern is reversible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend this pattern and the yarn, too. The linen has a nice sheen and is sort of crisp, but I have heard that it softens up in the washer and dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to wear this to work tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5223592530077132113?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5223592530077132113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5223592530077132113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5223592530077132113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5223592530077132113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/linen-scarf.html' title='linen scarf'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SHbmw0FQBeI/AAAAAAAAALw/cijpZxOYyW4/s72-c/linen+lace+scarf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5294195788625541365</id><published>2008-07-10T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:37.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>unsatisfying</title><content type='html'>Today was the first day since the cafeteria closed for the summer that I didn't bring a lunch from home. I knew I wouldn't last till the end of the day without eating, so I went to the bookstore and bought one of those instant lunch things. I had a choice between a Mr. Noodles bowl and a Kraft Dinner cup. I chose the Kraft Dinner because it seemed marginally more nutritious and I could use our department microwave to make it, rather than having to beg a kettle from someone to get some boiling water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what it looks like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SHZli46pqcI/AAAAAAAAALo/KtYSWgQjtJ0/s1600-h/lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SHZli46pqcI/AAAAAAAAALo/KtYSWgQjtJ0/s320/lunch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221472468051012034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not the worst thing I've ever eaten, but that's about the best I can say about it. It's very orange and quite salty, and it doesn't taste as good (?) as the regular Kraft Dinner that comes in a box. However, the thing that annoys me most is best summarized by that old joke that Woody Allen tells in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Annie Hall&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;There's an old joke - um... two elderly women are at a Catskill mountain resort, and one of them says, "Boy, the food at this place is really terrible." The other one says, "Yeah, I know; and such small portions." &lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5294195788625541365?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5294195788625541365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5294195788625541365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5294195788625541365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5294195788625541365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/unsatisfying.html' title='unsatisfying'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SHZli46pqcI/AAAAAAAAALo/KtYSWgQjtJ0/s72-c/lunch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-7009675927779885835</id><published>2008-07-09T21:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:57:11.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bad idea</title><content type='html'>Hey! You know what's not a good idea? Deciding at the video store that a TV show called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Supernatural&lt;/span&gt; would be the perfect thing to watch while you are alone in the house. It turns out it's about two boys whose mother was murdered by ghosts and whose father has now become a vigilante ghost hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's not a good idea. I mean, if you are planning on sleeping at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-7009675927779885835?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/7009675927779885835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=7009675927779885835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7009675927779885835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7009675927779885835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-idea.html' title='bad idea'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-7203091569556637354</id><published>2008-07-08T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:41:29.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>House</title><content type='html'>I do almost all my TV-watching on DVD, which I prefer because that way I don't have to watch ads. I am also slightly compulsive, so I like being able to watch five episodes of something in a row if I want to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I prefer HBO-type shows such as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Deadwood, Carnivale, Six Feet Under, Weeds, Rescue Me&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Big Love&lt;/span&gt;, but the pickings were slim at the video store the other day, so I decided to try out some network shows I had never seen before, including two medical shows: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the first few episodes of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; and I must say I just don't get the appeal. Man, was it boring. It was predictable and formulaic--1) patient comes in with weird disease; 2) House or one of his junior doctors makes a guess as to the diagnosis; 3) they're wrong; 4) they try something else and are wrong again; 5) then they're right but no one believes them; 6) patient recovers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, whatever--I happen to really enjoy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CSI&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Law and Order&lt;/span&gt;, and it's not like either of those exactly breaks the mold. But the really disappointing thing about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt; was that the dialogue was only so-so and most of the characters are bland and vague. I love Hugh Laurie, but I find his character to be so obnoxious and drawn in such broad strokes that his snarkiness is repetitious and annoying rather than clever and amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/span&gt; is better.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-7203091569556637354?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/7203091569556637354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=7203091569556637354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7203091569556637354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7203091569556637354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/house.html' title='&lt;i&gt;House&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-4449267851498037735</id><published>2008-07-01T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:04:36.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warm fuzzies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>It's Canada Day Up Canada Way</title><content type='html'>Happy Canada Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3jk97DyLcRU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3jk97DyLcRU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...congratulations to Dr. Henry Morgentaler for his &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2008/07/01/morgentaler-order.html"&gt;induction into the Order of Canada&lt;/a&gt;. He deserves it for &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/news/background/abortion/morgentaler.html"&gt;all the incredible work he has done&lt;/a&gt; to protect women's reproductive rights--often at great personal cost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-4449267851498037735?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4449267851498037735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=4449267851498037735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4449267851498037735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4449267851498037735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-canada-day-up-canada-way.html' title='It&apos;s Canada Day Up Canada Way'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-722732704206498561</id><published>2008-06-29T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:03:33.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='warm fuzzies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>restoring my faith in humanity slightly</title><content type='html'>I am frequently frustrated by the reader comments on the CBC news website. I am  astounded by the levels of ignorance and bigotry I see there on a regular basis. It disappoints me because, to be honest, I like to think the majority of CBC listeners are progressive, earnest lefties. I am probably being naive in thinking this, but there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was with pleasant surprise that I read the comments on &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/story/2008/06/29/gay-pride.html"&gt;today's story about how this year was the first time gay Canadian Forces soldiers had been allowed to march in Toronto's Gay Pride Parade&lt;/a&gt;. (The story is accompanied by an utterly charming photo of three uniformed soldiers grinning happily as they march in the parade.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there were some comments about how homosexuals are a perversion, the Bible says this, blah blah blah, but to my surprise, the overwhelming majority of the comments were extremely supportive of gays and almost all of the harsh condemnation was for the homophobic posters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a nice surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-722732704206498561?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/722732704206498561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=722732704206498561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/722732704206498561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/722732704206498561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/06/restoring-my-faith-in-humanity-slightly.html' title='restoring my faith in humanity slightly'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1909472142899475366</id><published>2008-06-20T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:04:08.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>reason number one million why I prefer the train</title><content type='html'>Every time I go through airport security, I experience some level of frustration. Sometimes it's fairly low-level, like when I make it through security with only a belt-removal. Other times I experience practically Hulk-like levels of rage, like the times when I get "randomly" selected for a feel-up by a security official. I love it when they ask if I will agree to being "patted down." WTF am I going to say, no? Uh, generally I like to actually get on my scheduled flight, so what option do I have? And by the way, I am not so sure any of this is random since I get pulled out of line A LOT. My theory is that it's not because I look like a terrorist but rather because I look fairly compliant, non-stinky, and unlikely to punch someone out for touching me. This way, the security people can do their required job of looking like they're protecting all of us without actually having to deal with some passenger freaking out on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't even know where to start with &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/british-columbia/story/2008/06/20/bc-virtually-naked-airport-scanner.html"&gt;this new 3-D body scanner they're setting up at the Kelowna airport&lt;/a&gt;. Kelowna! Jesus Christ, who in their right mind thinks Kelowna is a magnet for terrorists? Yes, I'm sure if I were planning world destruction/domination, Kelowna is the first place I'd go. And do I want some CATSA official looking at an image of me without my clothes? No thank you. This whole thing sounds like it was dreamed up by some people who spent their childhoods yearning for a pair of those x-ray specs advertised in the backs of comic books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1909472142899475366?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1909472142899475366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1909472142899475366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1909472142899475366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1909472142899475366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/06/reason-number-one-million-why-i-prefer.html' title='reason number one million why I prefer the train'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-4091590286861892046</id><published>2008-06-18T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:38.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>back to the garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFmq1FO1EVI/AAAAAAAAALg/yB9TcQQLCSI/s1600-h/red+birdhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFmq1FO1EVI/AAAAAAAAALg/yB9TcQQLCSI/s320/red+birdhouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213385872572223826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFmqpm_jZMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JLDXmZ-stV0/s1600-h/alliums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFmqpm_jZMI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JLDXmZ-stV0/s320/alliums.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213385675476526274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFmqp9sinuI/AAAAAAAAALA/_W50zDqSHAo/s1600-h/red+bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFmqp9sinuI/AAAAAAAAALA/_W50zDqSHAo/s320/red+bird.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213385681570799330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFmqqMyCfaI/AAAAAAAAALI/Amlj_kST664/s1600-h/forget-me-nots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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Inspired by &lt;a href="http://i-like-lemons.blogspot.com/2008/05/scooped-knit-ice-cream-cone-patterns.html"&gt;ilikelemons' knitted ice cream cone pattern&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to design a knit take-out coffee cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy making this as much as I enjoyed designing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;large&gt;Knit Take-Out Coffee Cup&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/large&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFWN9dEWghI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RT5LGVQavdo/s1600-h/knitcoffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFWN9dEWghI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RT5LGVQavdo/s400/knitcoffee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212228230665634322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MATERIALS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK or worsted weight yarn in the following amounts and colours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Dark brown—20 metres&lt;br /&gt;• Light brown—20 metres&lt;br /&gt;• White—40 metres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set of double-pointed needles to achieve a tight gauge with the yarn you are using (I used 2.75 mm needles with a DK weight yarn). Exact gauge is not important, but gauge should be tight enough that stuffing does not show through stitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Small, flat round object the same size as bottom of cup--I used a pill bottle lid about 4.5 cm in diameter. This will fit inside the bottom of the cup and help keep it flat so it can stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuffing of your choice: wool fleece, cotton batting, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using white yarn and one dpn, CO 6 sts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knit as for i-cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide sts onto 3 dpns and pm to indicate beginning of round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1: Kfb into each st. 12 sts total.&lt;br /&gt;Round 2: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 3: K1, kfb. Rep to end of round.&lt;br /&gt;Round 4: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 5: K2, kfb. Rep to end of round.&lt;br /&gt;Round 6: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 7: K3, kfb. Rep to end of round.&lt;br /&gt;Round 8: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 9: K4, kfb. Rep to end of round. &lt;br /&gt;Round 10: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 11: K5, kfb. Rep to end of round. 42 sts total.&lt;br /&gt;Round 12: P all sts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn work inside out. Continue to work in the round (now you will be going the opposite direction).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knit in the round in stocking stitch for 1 inch.&lt;br /&gt;Increase round: K until last st on each needle, then kfb last st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to knit in stocking stitch; do an increase round after every inch three more times. 51 sts total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knit another inch, then do two purl rounds. BO knitwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put a flat, round object such as a bottle lid into the bottom of the cup. The object should fit snugly and allow the cup to stand upright. Stuff the cup with the fibre fill of your choice and set cup aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using dark brown yarn and one dpn, CO 6 sts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knit as for i-cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divide sts onto 3 dpns and pm to indicate beginning of round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1: Kfb into each st. 12 sts total.&lt;br /&gt;Round 2: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 3: K1, kfb. Rep to end of round.&lt;br /&gt;Round 4: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 5: K2, kfb. Rep to end of round.&lt;br /&gt;Round 6: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 7: K3, kfb. Rep to end of round.&lt;br /&gt;Round 8: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 9: K4, kfb. Rep to end of round. &lt;br /&gt;Round 10: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 11: K5, kfb. Rep to end of round. &lt;br /&gt;Round 12: K all sts.&lt;br /&gt;Round 13: K6, kfb. Rep to end of round. 48 sts total.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BO all sts knitwise and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cardboard sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using light brown yarn, CO 9 sts. Do not join in the round—you will be knitting flat in seed stitch. *K1, p1 across row. Turn*. Repeat from * to * until the strip of knitted fabric fits comfortably around the stuffed cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stitch the strip together so that one end overlaps the other slightly to form a visible seam. Set aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ASSEMBLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whipstitch the coffee, reverse stocking stitch side up, to the inside top of the cup using brown yarn. It is easiest if you don’t stuff the cup to the top before seaming. When there is one inch left to seam, stuff the cup until full. Finish the seam as invisibly as possible, knot, and hide the end by pulling it inside the cup with the needle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slide the sleeve onto the coffee cup until it fits tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: This pattern is for personal use only--please don't reproduce it elsewhere, try to take credit for it, or make money off it. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-7505483541152123243?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/7505483541152123243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=7505483541152123243' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7505483541152123243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7505483541152123243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/06/knitting-pattern-take-out-coffee-cup.html' title='Knitting Pattern--Take-Out Coffee Cup'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFWN9dEWghI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RT5LGVQavdo/s72-c/knitcoffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-387266985403578350</id><published>2008-06-14T18:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:05:06.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>ridiculous anti-drug ads</title><content type='html'>Who in heaven's name is in charge of the federal government's new anti-drug campaign? Their &lt;a href="http://www.nationalantidrugstrategy.gc.ca/parents/pubs/print-imprimer/print-imprimer.html"&gt;print&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nationalantidrugstrategy.gc.ca/parents/radio/radio.mp3"&gt;radio&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=90rw7_6cUDE"&gt;TV ads&lt;/a&gt; are all ridiculously, earnestly awful. I cringe every time I have the misfortune of seeing or hearing one. Has anyone else had this reaction, or is it just me? I think they're terrible, but I can't quite put my finger on why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-387266985403578350?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/387266985403578350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=387266985403578350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/387266985403578350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/387266985403578350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/06/ridiculous-anti-drug-ads.html' title='ridiculous anti-drug ads'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-4016684133833583666</id><published>2008-06-11T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:39.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>I'm aliiiiiiiiiive!</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's true. I am still among the living. I have been wretched about posting for a while, mostly because as soon as I returned from my fabulous trip, I got hellishly sick and then started work. And although I have really, really wanted to, I have refrained from posting about work, although it is just about all I've been able to think about for the last four weeks. It is just not a wise idea, as many who have been fired for writing publicly about their jobs can attest. I think, however, that it is safe for me to say that I have been laid off (yes, again), effective the end of this semester, and that this semester has been incredibly stressful so far for a variety of reasons, the layoff being only one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's not much I can do until September, when I find out if my layoff can be rescinded. So I will just keep ploughing ahead and trying to appreciate my nice, hardworking students and my kind, supportive colleagues. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here. Have an ice cream cone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFCkHWCAoCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aB37mJvK23E/s1600-h/knitdoublescoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFCkHWCAoCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aB37mJvK23E/s400/knitdoublescoop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210845214947713058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been knitting feverishly in an effort to de-stress, and I came across this great pattern, &lt;a href="http://i-like-lemons.blogspot.com/2008/05/scooped-knit-ice-cream-cone-patterns.html"&gt;Scooped, from ilovelemons&lt;/a&gt;. It is fast and easy and makes a good knit toy for a  baby or toddler. I have made four of these so far, all different kinds of cones and ice cream scoops (I made two soft serves). I have also knit a banana and I saw a pattern for a &lt;a href="http://blog.berroco.com/2007/12/18/beet-it/"&gt;knit beet&lt;/a&gt; that I would like to try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-4016684133833583666?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4016684133833583666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=4016684133833583666' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4016684133833583666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4016684133833583666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-aliiiiiiiiiive.html' title='I&apos;m aliiiiiiiiiive!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SFCkHWCAoCI/AAAAAAAAAKo/aB37mJvK23E/s72-c/knitdoublescoop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-9207141278770378432</id><published>2008-04-25T20:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T23:08:56.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><title type='text'>Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SBKniGXIuEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s5mK6aDtvFw/s1600-h/paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SBKniGXIuEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s5mK6aDtvFw/s400/paris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193397524576647234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;view of Paris from the top floor of the Centre Pompidou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SBKnZWXIuDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/albV8cJxkY4/s1600-h/notre+dame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SBKnZWXIuDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/albV8cJxkY4/s400/notre+dame.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193397374252791858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notre Dame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SBKn1WXIuFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WCd6btoB07s/s1600-h/louvre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SBKn1WXIuFI/AAAAAAAAAIg/WCd6btoB07s/s400/louvre.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193397855289129042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking up through the pyramid at the Louvre&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-9207141278770378432?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/9207141278770378432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=9207141278770378432' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/9207141278770378432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/9207141278770378432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/04/paris.html' title='Paris'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/SBKniGXIuEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/s5mK6aDtvFw/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6353744891903431850</id><published>2008-03-18T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T23:42:12.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><title type='text'>RIP, Anthony Minghella</title><content type='html'>I was sad to hear that Anthony Minghella &lt;a href="http://film.guardian.co.uk/news/story/0,,2266369,00.html"&gt;died today&lt;/a&gt; at the age of 54, of complications following an operation for cancer of the tonsils and neck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a fantastically talented director and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0103129/"&gt;Truly, Madly, Deeply&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0116209/"&gt;The English Patient&lt;/a&gt; are two of my favourite movies. Truly, he was an excellent filmmaker. RIP Anthony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6353744891903431850?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6353744891903431850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6353744891903431850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6353744891903431850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6353744891903431850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/03/rip-anthony-minghella.html' title='RIP, Anthony Minghella'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-7725396700000693311</id><published>2008-03-05T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:47:01.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Sex and the City movie</title><content type='html'>Has it really been four years since &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sex and the City&lt;/span&gt; ended? My God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am really unreasonably excited about &lt;a href="http://www.sexandthecitymovie.com/"&gt;the new Sex and the City movie&lt;/a&gt;. I just watched the extended trailer and I cannot wait to see it. I have to say though that Patricia Field has really gone off the deep end--Carrie always wore strange getups but some of these new ones really take the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATC has always been one of my guilty pleasures. When it first came out I refused to watch it because I thought it would be utterly stupid, vacuous, and sexist. I don't even know why I started watching it, but once I did, I found myself slowly getting hooked. I do think it improved a lot over the six seasons; by the end of the show's run, I was actually impressed at the way it addressed some of the issues that women face, such as infertility, pregnancy, child care, career choices, infertility [&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ETA: gee, I guess the infertility storylines really made an impression on me&lt;/span&gt;], and elder care. Most of these issues, of course, were explored through the character of Miranda, and I don't think it's any coincidence that she's my favourite character. Her storylines always seemed the most down-to-earth and meaningful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have a secret soft spot for Carrie and Mr. Big. I REALLY want to see them get married. Ah, I'm such a mushy-headed romantic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-7725396700000693311?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/7725396700000693311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=7725396700000693311' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7725396700000693311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7725396700000693311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/03/sex-and-city-movie.html' title='Sex and the City movie'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-2461281726222581034</id><published>2008-03-04T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:47:17.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddities'/><title type='text'>I KNEW there was an up side to being short</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/03/080304110439.htm"&gt;YESSSSSSSSSS!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-2461281726222581034?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/2461281726222581034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=2461281726222581034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2461281726222581034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2461281726222581034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-knew-there-was-up-side-to-being-short.html' title='I KNEW there was an up side to being short'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5564641971333253554</id><published>2008-03-03T13:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T13:27:32.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'>advice on child-rearing</title><content type='html'>A good friend of mine has just become pregnant. [Congratulations to M and I!] One of my cousins is due to have her baby within the next few weeks. I do not have children, and thus my hat is off to these intrepid souls who are about to venture into this scary but exciting territory. These words of wisdom from &lt;a href="http://www.ironycentral.com/index.html"&gt;Jeff Vogel of Irony Central&lt;/a&gt; are for them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;For almost every possible question you can have about parenting, you can find two books which will tell you, with no room for argument, two completely opposite answers. People who write about parenting, myself included, are busybody douchebags with control issues. To hell with the lot of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we took Miranda home from the hospital, we were given a handout to tell us everything we need to know about raising a baby. What and when to feed it, how to clean it, and so on. This handout was two sheets of paper. And one side of one of the sheets was blank. That’s right. How to raise your kid? Two pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything beyond that is opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel guilty? Kid use a pacifier? Watch hours of Teletubbies a day? Sometimes let it cry itself to sleep? I absolve you. There is really very little we know for sure about what does and does not help or hurt a child’s development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give food, shelter, clothing, and affection. And when some supposed expert comes on the local news comes on to tell you how stupid you are, flip him the bird and switch to Jeopardy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5564641971333253554?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5564641971333253554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5564641971333253554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5564641971333253554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5564641971333253554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/03/advice-on-child-rearing.html' title='advice on child-rearing'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8743688273255401509</id><published>2008-02-27T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:47:36.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddities'/><title type='text'>Winnie the Poop</title><content type='html'>I was just listening to the CBC and they had &lt;a href="http://www.cbc.ca/canada/newfoundland-labrador/story/2008/02/27/winnie-poop.html?ref=rss"&gt;a news story&lt;/a&gt; about a woman in Gander, Nfld., who had bought a Winnie the Pooh snowsuit for her granddaughter and after getting it home, discovered that it read "Winnie the &lt;b&gt;Poop&lt;/b&gt;." The snowsuit was sold as an official Disney product, so the retailer has taken it back and refunded the purchaser, and the matter is "being looked into."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandmother sounded quite miffed about it, but personally, I would have kept it! Hilarious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8743688273255401509?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8743688273255401509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8743688273255401509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8743688273255401509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8743688273255401509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/02/winnie-poop.html' title='Winnie the Poop'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-9052969193571301508</id><published>2008-02-14T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:40.488-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><title type='text'>lipreading puzzle</title><content type='html'>This puzzle is from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sam Loyd's Cyclopedia of 5000 Puzzles, Tricks, and Conundrums&lt;/span&gt;. I wish I had had this when I was working with my student teachers on pronunciation teaching techniques; a lot of pronunciation teaching involves showing students what their lip positions should be (along with tongue position, but that's harder to illustrate in a drawing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R7UF2VNpGBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yhQzcG4qo7U/s1600-h/lipreading+puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R7UF2VNpGBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yhQzcG4qo7U/s400/lipreading+puzzle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167042578442950674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Here is a class of a dozen boys, who, being called up to give their names, were photographed by the instantaneous process just as each one was commencing to pronounce his own name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The twelve names were Oom, Alden, Eastman, Alfred, Arthur, Luke, Fletcher, Matthew, Theodore, Richard, Shirmer and Hisswald. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it would not seem possible to be able to give the correct name to each of the twelve boys, but if you will practice the list over to each one, you will find it not a difficult task to locate the proper name for every one of the boys. The puzzle, of course, is to guess the names of the twelve boys correctly.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.maa.org/editorial/mathgames/mathgames_01_03_05.html"&gt;via Ed Pegg Jr&lt;/a&gt;. on the Mathematical Association of America website]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-9052969193571301508?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/9052969193571301508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=9052969193571301508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/9052969193571301508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/9052969193571301508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/02/lipreading-puzzle.html' title='lipreading puzzle'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R7UF2VNpGBI/AAAAAAAAAHo/yhQzcG4qo7U/s72-c/lipreading+puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-2343390465482721990</id><published>2008-02-06T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:47:55.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Yael Naim</title><content type='html'>Who knows if this is going to make me seem more in the loop than I am, or more out of it--maybe I'm the last person on earth to learn about the delightfulness that is &lt;a href="http://www.yaelweb.com/"&gt;Yael Naim&lt;/a&gt;. Anyway, I love her song "New Soul." Very &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uk_lZ37bUOM"&gt;Feist&lt;/a&gt;! (Whom I also love.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YUxbDEPFiM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-2343390465482721990?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/2343390465482721990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=2343390465482721990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2343390465482721990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/2343390465482721990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/02/yael-naim.html' title='Yael Naim'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-4936542332752366223</id><published>2008-02-05T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:48:03.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>online knitting stitch catalogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.knittingfool.com/pages/thumbs.cfm?Sort=None&amp;Gallery=None&amp;Gallery2=None"&gt;Here is a handy online knitting stitch catalogue&lt;/a&gt;, searchable by stitch name, browseable by alphabet or thumbnail photo gallery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it while searching for this pattern for &lt;a href="http://www.purlbee.com/daisy-stitch-hand-warmers/"&gt;daisy stitch handwarmers&lt;/a&gt; from The Purl Bee. I think the daisy stitch is my favourite new stitch. It produces a fabric that lies flat and does not curl. It's not reversible, but the non-daisy side just looks like the back side of stockinette (i.e. perfectly serviceable and attractive).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-4936542332752366223?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4936542332752366223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=4936542332752366223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4936542332752366223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4936542332752366223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/02/online-knitting-stitch-catalogue.html' title='online knitting stitch catalogue'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6733602962807908159</id><published>2008-02-04T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:48:13.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><title type='text'>most ecumenical</title><content type='html'>I think this may be one of the best comment exchanges I've ever read on a blog. It's from Sister Julie Vieira's &lt;a href="http://anunslife.org/"&gt;A Nun's Life&lt;/a&gt;. She has a page on her blog called Ask Sister, where people can ask questions about what it's like to be a nun or about Catholicism in general. Occasionally people &lt;a href="http://anunslife.org/ask-sister/#comment-9275"&gt;make prayer requests&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedheadedCyclone, on November 2nd, 2007 at 5:40 pm Said&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;If I could ask you a favor, please pray for Jimmy Page… yes, that Jimmy Page (from Led Zeppelin). He has broken his finger. He also has a reunion with the other members of Led Zeppelin in the near future. My True Friend, Mark, has been salivating over this event since the band broke out. So… really, I am asking you to pray for my Friend so that Mr. Page will be able to heal and be healthy so he can play at the high level of his skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds weird, then again, maybe not, either way… If you would, please, it would be greaty appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sister Julie, on November 3rd, 2007 at 1:36 pm Said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s never weird to ask for prayers! God is in all things including Led Zeppelin! My prayers are with Mr. Page and your friend Mark.&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6733602962807908159?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6733602962807908159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6733602962807908159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6733602962807908159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6733602962807908159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/02/most-ecumenical.html' title='most ecumenical'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6933309616068163880</id><published>2008-02-01T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:48:48.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>it's going to be a real cold one this time</title><content type='html'>I heard this song on the radio today and I cannot stop singing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1oYzorDh1uY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1oYzorDh1uY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside it's still snowing&lt;br /&gt;Looks like winter's here&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's gonna be a real cold one this time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("This Winter I Retire" by Vancouver band &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Said The Whale&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so damned cold. It's been -30 to -20 here over the last week and I am tired of it. The snow is beautiful, but I feel like it's been winter for a year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6933309616068163880?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6933309616068163880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6933309616068163880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6933309616068163880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6933309616068163880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/02/its-going-to-be-real-cold-one-this-time.html' title='it&apos;s going to be a real cold one this time'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8106621454190214208</id><published>2008-01-28T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:49:17.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>it was twenty years ago today</title><content type='html'>On January 28th, 1988, the Supreme Court of Canada ruled that Canada's abortion law contravened Canada's Charter of Rights and Freedoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abortion is no longer against the law in Canada, but neither do women have equal access. &lt;a href="http://www.nationalreviewofmedicine.com/issue/interview/2008/5_interview_01.html"&gt;This interview with Dr. Henry Morgentaler&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;National Review of Medicine&lt;/span&gt; discusses the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do you have a message for Canadian doctors on the 20th anniversary of the decision?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My message would be to treat abortion patients with empathy and good care and to allow them the freedom of choice and to provide good care. And not to be judgmental. The decision is not easy usually and once a request is made it is after due consideration and women deserve to be treated with respect and understanding. I think that's about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8106621454190214208?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8106621454190214208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8106621454190214208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8106621454190214208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8106621454190214208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-was-twenty-years-ago-today.html' title='it was twenty years ago today'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-33323944211282836</id><published>2008-01-28T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:42.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>10 Knitting Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.  What is your all time favourite yarn to knit with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very difficult question, but I guess if pressed I would say Malabrigo. It is SO SOFT and knits up so beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;   2. Your favourite needles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Denise circulars. Love 'em. I just wish they came in sizes smaller than US 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3. The worst thing you've ever knit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R55-zeNHJzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3IeUSttSSMw/s1600-h/icky+stripey+sweater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R55-zeNHJzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3IeUSttSSMw/s200/icky+stripey+sweater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160701645759653682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hideously ugly and doesn't fit me properly. Hence, I have unravelled it and now have a million tiny balls of pink and purple yarn. God damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Your most favourite knit pattern? (maybe you don't like wearing it...but it was the most fun to knit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry Bear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R56Aa-NHJ1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/zKRHv5--giA/s1600-h/henry+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R56Aa-NHJ1I/AAAAAAAAAHg/zKRHv5--giA/s200/henry+bear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160703423876114258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the first teddy bear I knit and I was just amazed at how he turned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5. Most valuable knitting technique?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would have to be a toss-up between magic loop knitting and knowing how to ladder down to fix mistakes without unravelling back several rows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6. Best knit book or magazine?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very, very fond of Joelle Hoverson's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last Minute Knitted Gifts&lt;/span&gt;. I've knit many a pattern from that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Your favourite knit-a-long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never done a knit-a-long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Your favourite knitblogs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Knit in Your Hat, Knit 'n' Tonic, Cosmic Pluto Knits, SillyKnit, DoveKnits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9. Your favourite knitwear designer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tie between Stefanie Japel and Bonne Marie Burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;10. The knit item you wear the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, it's this one (Malabrigo Top-Down Cardi, based on Anthropologie-Inspired Capelet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R56ALeNHJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LI_a4al_5to/s1600-h/malabrigo+cardi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R56ALeNHJ0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/LI_a4al_5to/s200/malabrigo+cardi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160703157588141890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-33323944211282836?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/33323944211282836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=33323944211282836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/33323944211282836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/33323944211282836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-knitting-questions.html' title='10 Knitting Questions'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R55-zeNHJzI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/3IeUSttSSMw/s72-c/icky+stripey+sweater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8933413038687919548</id><published>2008-01-18T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:51:16.322-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>nostalgia: Judy Blume et al.</title><content type='html'>Over at &lt;a href="http://jezebel.com"&gt;Jezebel&lt;/a&gt;, they're running a series about re-reading beloved kids' books: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Welcome to 'Fine Lines', the Friday feature in which we give a sentimental, sometimes-critical, far more wrinkled look at the children's and YA books we loved in our youth."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/346274/then-again-maybe-i-wont-close-your-eyes-and-think-of-jersey-city"&gt;The latest entry&lt;/a&gt; is about Judy Blume's classic &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Then Again, Maybe I Won't&lt;/span&gt;, in which Blume writes about a boy's entry into adolescence. In the intro, the reviewer digresses for a moment about reading the female version, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are You There, God? It's Me, Margaret&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;tt&gt;Judy Blume, at least for me, required an unholy amount of pre-Wikipedia diagram and explication. I still remember well -- WELL -- porting my instantly well-thumbed copy of... YES, WAIT FOR IT...&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret&lt;/span&gt; (you'll have to provide the clash of trumpets here yourself) over to my mother to ask her what a "period" was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[your own memory here]&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my memory of reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret&lt;/span&gt;: I first read it when I was 8 years old, and the entire time, I was firmly convinced that "getting your period" involved kissing boys behind the grocery store. (In the book, Margaret feels envious of the girls who have gotten their period already and who have kissed boys behind the A&amp;P. I suppose I must have conflated the two activities.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year, my mother actually sat me down and explained what "getting your period" really meant (she didn't know I had read about periods in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Are You There God, It's Me, Margaret&lt;/span&gt;). I was totally horrified. This was EVEN WORSE than having to kiss boys! Ah, memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/tag/fine-lines/"&gt;Previous Fine Lines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jezebel.com/gossip/jezebook-club/were-you-a-judy-blume-enthusiast-or-a-babysitters-club-nerd-320527.php"&gt;A discussion of favourite children's/YA books&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8933413038687919548?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8933413038687919548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8933413038687919548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8933413038687919548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8933413038687919548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/01/nostalgia-judy-blume-et-al.html' title='nostalgia: Judy Blume et al.'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-6025188410124851961</id><published>2008-01-14T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T13:51:28.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recommendations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>knitting tutorial links</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://techknitting.blogspot.com/2007/01/circular-knitting-3-in-1-techjoin_26.html"&gt;3-in-1 tech join&lt;/a&gt; for circular needles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cocoknits.com/info/tutorials/shortrows.html"&gt;Invisible short-rows  tutorial&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;cocoknits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://autoscopia.com/amelia/archives/2005/12/buttonloops.html"&gt;Applied buttonloops tutorial&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Fashionable Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bind-off techniques tutorials from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Knitty&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer06/FEATsum06TT.html"&gt;Part One&lt;/a&gt;: Flexible bind-offs (decrease BO, suspended BO, single crochet BO, sewn BO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEfall06/FEATfall06TT.html"&gt;Part Two&lt;/a&gt;: 3-needle bind-off + some decorative bind-offs (double crochet BO, picot BO, i-cord BO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cmeknit.blogspot.com/2005/11/diego-vest-part-one.html"&gt;Folded hem tutorial&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;So Much Yarn, So Little Time&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dawnprickett.blogspot.com/2006/02/making-beautiful-seams-tutorial.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making Beautiful Seams tutorial&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Virtual Sanity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to &lt;a href="http://layersofmeaning.org/wp/?p=335"&gt;make your own dress form&lt;/a&gt; from packing tape&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-6025188410124851961?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/6025188410124851961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=6025188410124851961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6025188410124851961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/6025188410124851961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/01/knitting-tutorial-links.html' title='knitting tutorial links'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5515012572976190757</id><published>2008-01-13T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:15:06.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oddities'/><title type='text'>nationality rooms at University of Pittsburgh</title><content type='html'>Apparently at the University of Pittsburgh there is a set of classrooms known as the &lt;a href="http://www.pitt.edu/~natrooms/pages/about_nr.html"&gt;"nationality rooms"&lt;/a&gt;. Each classroom has a country/cultural theme: there is an &lt;a href="http://www.pitt.edu/~natrooms/images/armenian.jpg"&gt;Armenian&lt;/a&gt; Room, an &lt;a href="http://www.pitt.edu/~natrooms/images/israel.jpg"&gt;Israel Heritage&lt;/a&gt; Room, an &lt;a href="http://www.pitt.edu/~natrooms/africa/afri.html"&gt;African Heritage&lt;/a&gt; Room, and &lt;a href="http://www.pitt.edu/~natrooms/pages/allnr.html"&gt;many others&lt;/a&gt;. The architectural style, seating arrangements, and materials incorporated into the design are different for each room. You can take a virtual tour of these rooms, all housed within the University of Pittsburgh's &lt;a href="http://www.pitt.edu/~natrooms/pages/cathedral.html"&gt;Cathedral of Learning&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From an instructor's point of view, I can see how some of these rooms would be more conducive to teaching and others would be beautiful but a pain in the arse (uncomfortable seating in an awkward, immovable arrangement), but the idea behind it is an interesting one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5515012572976190757?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5515012572976190757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5515012572976190757' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5515012572976190757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5515012572976190757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/01/nationality-rooms-at-university-of.html' title='nationality rooms at University of Pittsburgh'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-4006853736685977807</id><published>2008-01-10T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:12:54.387-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ruminations'/><title type='text'>not exactly stoic</title><content type='html'>The other morning as I was staring into the bathroom mirror at the big grey circles under my eyes, lamenting the fact that I'd had only 4 hours of sleep, feeling ill with cramps, and wishing I didn't have to go to work, I thought: HOW ON EARTH would I ever cope with 1) pregnancy, 2) labour and childbirth, and 3) raising a child?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd probably be nostalgic for the days when I could get 4 hours of sleep in a row, cramps would seem like a picnic compared to labour pains, and there are no sick days or holidays when you've got a kid who depends on you. I don't know how people do it. I tip my hat to all of you parents who do it day in and day out, who raise happy, well-adjusted children without going crazy yourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-4006853736685977807?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4006853736685977807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=4006853736685977807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4006853736685977807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4006853736685977807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/01/not-exactly-stoic.html' title='not exactly stoic'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5986933192175397680</id><published>2008-01-03T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:42.396-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>FO: puff-sleeved feminine cardi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R33lW70HXxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZyVM2FzN8z8/s1600-h/puff-sleeved+cardi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R33lW70HXxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZyVM2FzN8z8/s400/puff-sleeved+cardi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151525730957877010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, the trouble this caused me the first time I knit it in a different yarn. But I love this pattern and this yarn. I wore it to work today, but it really does need a good blocking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pattern: Puff-Sleeved Feminine Cardi from Stefanie Japel's Fitted Knits&lt;br /&gt;Yarn: Rowan Cashsoft DK in Crush&lt;br /&gt;Needles: Denise Interchangeable Circulars in US 5&lt;br /&gt;Mods: Fewer raglan increases to accommodate narrow shoulders; a few mistakes in the lace pattern (shh!) and I knit the sleeves in the round using magic loop method rather than knitting flat and then seaming as the pattern suggests. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdict: I'm very happy with the way it turned out and will probably get a lot of wear out of it, because I'm a girly girl and I like to wear short-sleeved sweaters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5986933192175397680?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5986933192175397680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5986933192175397680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5986933192175397680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5986933192175397680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/01/fo-puff-sleeved-feminine-cardi.html' title='FO: puff-sleeved feminine cardi'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R33lW70HXxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZyVM2FzN8z8/s72-c/puff-sleeved+cardi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-7305786082211964337</id><published>2008-01-02T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:14:24.722-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>how I spent my Christmas vacation</title><content type='html'>Why is it that every year seems to be going faster and faster? I guess it's really true that the longer you've lived, the shorter each passing year seems to be. I remember when Grade Two seemed to take an eternity. Now it seems like I just got used to the idea of 2007 and lo and behold, now I have to adjust to the fact that it's 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.wnyc.org/shows/radiolab/episodes/2005/02/25"&gt;This episode of Radio Lab&lt;/a&gt; explores the concept of time as relative. Fascinating stuff!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see the family and friends over the holidays. Of course, it always seems like there's not enough time and too much I want to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sorcery and Cecelia: Or, The Enchanted Chocolate Pot&lt;/span&gt;, by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer. Thanks to Miss L for lending it to me! I love it. It's a Regency romance told in epistolary fashion, set in an alternate universe London where magic coexists with lords and ladies and spencer jackets. Sort of like Jane Austen crossed with Harry Potter. It's well-written and entertaining. I'm really pleased that Miss L also lent me the sequel, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Grand Tour&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;No Country For Old Men&lt;/span&gt; while in Vancouver. I didn't know anything about the story before I watched it, which made for a good viewing experience, I think. I knew vaguely who was in it, and I knew it was based on a Cormac McCarthy novel, but nothing else. I had even forgotten that it was a Coen brothers movie. Anyway, it was really quite violent, but that said, it was a good film. Javier Bardem is especially effective in his role as Anton Chigurh, the psychopathic serial killer/hit man. You sort of want to laugh at him because of his terrible Prince Valiant pageboy, but he is so scary that you just can't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Vancouver, we also checked out &lt;a href="http://www.afghanhorsemen.com/"&gt;The Afghan Horsemen restaurant&lt;/a&gt; at the entrance of Granville Island. Great stuff! It used to be located at Broadway and Cambie, and I don't know how many hundreds of times I rode past the distinctive yellow sign while taking the bus down Broadway. I was a little confused when it seemed to have disappeared, but we managed to track it down to its new location on Anderson Street. We ate in the special room with the cushions on the floor--it's a little unsettling at first, because everyone sits on cushions with their backs to the  wall, all around the room, so you're all sort of facing each other, even though you've got separate tables. I'd describe the food as a mixture of Persian, Indian, and Greek food, which makes sense if you think of how Afghanistan used to be a crossroads of sorts for all kinds of cultures. The oddest thing we had was a yoghurt drink with mint and salt called "dough"--it tasted a lot like tzaziki, and I absolutely loved it, but if you're not much for savoury drinks you'd probably want to skip it. It looks like Indian &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lassi&lt;/span&gt;, but it is NOT sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've nearly finished my puff-sleeved cardigan; I just need to knit on the buttonhole band. I am very pleased with the sweater on the whole, although I did manage to knit the button band on the wrong side (boy-style). I don't care, though--I am certainly not about to frog and re-knit the button band! I can learn to do up the buttons the opposite way. I don't even know why men's and women's clothes button up on different sides--there doesn't seem to be any practical reason for it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ETA: Actually, I checked it again and I hadn't knit it on the wrong side at all. I don't know what I was thinking.]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-7305786082211964337?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/7305786082211964337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=7305786082211964337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7305786082211964337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7305786082211964337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-i-spent-my-christmas-vacation.html' title='how I spent my Christmas vacation'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-7398471590033193417</id><published>2008-01-01T21:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:42.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R3sfL70HXwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EloavasRoVA/s1600-h/suspicious+kinsey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R3sfL70HXwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EloavasRoVA/s400/suspicious+kinsey.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150744888723595010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-7398471590033193417?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/7398471590033193417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=7398471590033193417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7398471590033193417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/7398471590033193417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R3sfL70HXwI/AAAAAAAAAHA/EloavasRoVA/s72-c/suspicious+kinsey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-4584834069040754237</id><published>2007-12-15T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:13:06.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><title type='text'>damn</title><content type='html'>Here's what I learned today. If you drop your keys in the snow while you're walking the dog, the dog will heartily enjoy having his walk extended by 45 minutes while you retrace your steps multiple times. You, the human, will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-4584834069040754237?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/4584834069040754237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=4584834069040754237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4584834069040754237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/4584834069040754237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2007/12/damn.html' title='damn'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-8533635593307197976</id><published>2007-12-14T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T05:48:42.706-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>meowy Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R2MwEL0HXvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VcBW4ErT9Ww/s1600-h/santa+cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R2MwEL0HXvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VcBW4ErT9Ww/s400/santa+cat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144008047836225266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what she's thinking: "Ho ho f*ing ho. I'm being docile now, but you'd better sleep with one eye open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keed. She just sat there purring and enjoying the attention from the humans and other animals. I couldn't believe how long she was willing to wear that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-8533635593307197976?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/8533635593307197976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=8533635593307197976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8533635593307197976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/8533635593307197976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2007/12/meowy-christmas.html' title='meowy Christmas'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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/_hXH1z-JI1hc/R2MwEL0HXvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/VcBW4ErT9Ww/s72-c/santa+cat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-551458814550285389</id><published>2007-12-06T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:14:13.484-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amusements'/><title type='text'>Playmobil Macbeth</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0zm4jzImu8&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N0zm4jzImu8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-551458814550285389?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/551458814550285389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=551458814550285389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/551458814550285389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/551458814550285389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2007/12/playmobil-macbeth.html' title='Playmobil Macbeth'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-5262466621927941475</id><published>2007-11-29T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:12:11.598-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>stash busting; stash enhancing</title><content type='html'>Since I've been pretty stressed lately, I've also started making record purchases of yarn. I'm usually fairly restrained, but hoo boy, not these days. In the last two weeks alone, I've bought five different kinds of yarn. Bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But every time I feel bad, I think about &lt;a href="http://mochimochiland.com/weblog/?p=111"&gt;this lady's stash&lt;/a&gt;, and then I don't feel so guilty. Now THAT is a yarn stash. (Scroll down to see the full majesty.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-5262466621927941475?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/5262466621927941475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=5262466621927941475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5262466621927941475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/5262466621927941475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2007/11/stash-busting-stash-enhancing.html' title='stash busting; stash enhancing'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25321338.post-1781280634189958743</id><published>2007-11-24T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:15:57.825-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupidity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>puff-sleeved mess</title><content type='html'>So I finished all but the button bands of my &lt;a href="http://yarncrawl.typepad.com/fittedknitsalong/puffsleeved_feminine_cardigan/index.html"&gt;Puff-Sleeved Cardigan&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fitted Knits&lt;/span&gt;, and what I have is a Knit that Does Not Fit. It is so big that I can wrap it around like a kimono, and yet...I still HAVE NOT ADDED THE FRICKIN BUTTON BANDS YET. That is two more inches of fabric. This is what happens when you notice a problem with row gauge and yet blindly persist in knitting the other 75% of a garment. That, folks, is called denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, all is not wasted. I learned several important things while knitting this doomed item, namely that in order for a sweater to fit me, I am always going to have to modify the bust and shoulder sections, unless the pattern is specifically written for someone freakishly narrow-shouldered and small-busted. Like, uh, me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25321338-1781280634189958743?l=oneofmyears.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/feeds/1781280634189958743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25321338&amp;postID=1781280634189958743' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1781280634189958743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25321338/posts/default/1781280634189958743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneofmyears.blogspot.com/2007/11/puff-sleeved-mess.html' title='puff-sleeved mess'/><author><name>Melinda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10299038893366679742</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><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
