tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3720770960165393092012-01-01T20:34:38.374-08:00Zealous about life, love, and philosophy. These are the musings of a writer, a Christian, a dancer, a sister, and a friend.Vespernoreply@blogger.comBlogger831100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-52814010309599322592010-09-14T07:09:00.000-07:002010-09-14T08:04:49.678-07:00

My small, dimly lit lectern guides my steps as I reflect on the daily tremblings of a teacher, as well as a student. The duality of it is not so distinct - I can't tell the difference. Aren't we all still learning?Today I woke up with a bit of a headache, but I was just simply glad to be in the middle of a nice day, with not too much rain. I've begun a few small projects lately in the language

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-57011633751549814322010-06-21T01:14:00.000-07:002010-06-21T04:13:29.856-07:00

Life as I know it has been progressing at a lightning pace. Consequently, the lack of writing has reflected my zeal for participation over observation in its activities. My list of students continues to grow as I take on new one-on-one sessions, but beginning Summer Courses at school in just a two weeks - International Affairs, Literature through Film, and History, to name a few. June has

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-48665825444427925122010-03-24T05:29:00.000-07:002010-03-24T06:46:07.502-07:00

Revisiting my online journey through Hong Kong on this lovely April evening, the topic for today is food. I am not certain I've dedicated enough time to this subject as my success and happiness has been quite inspired by its presence. Lately, it seems that the abundance of meals has been giving me the vital energy to survive fruitfully in this crazy urban jungle. And so I will relate a couple

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-69557337972600890792010-02-22T16:24:00.000-08:002010-02-22T16:58:53.639-08:00

The Lunar New Year holiday is ending and even though everyone seems to be back in town from the fantastic travels of sunshine-laden coastlines and snow-driven skiing and snowboarding in Bangkok, Tokyo, and Sydney, the spirit of the Year of the Tiger is all around. In Chinese culture, there are a lot of special customs that weigh in. Red is the color of good luck and you will see it emblazoned

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-58090771952487250782010-01-24T19:57:00.001-08:002010-01-29T02:30:07.190-08:00

My ear presses to the window with my nose feeling the chill from the outside. Despite the fact that the weather changes from day to day, I still love the sound of the rain. It comes and goes, but it is lovely to listen to when I'm trying to sleep. Ah! The melodic sound of rain...so comforting. I came down with some version of the flu and/or fever last week, so I'm finally in the mood to write

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-13958817577789265012009-12-21T20:15:00.000-08:002009-12-22T00:01:49.838-08:00

"Said the Shepherd Boy to the Mighty King, 'Do you hear what I hear in your palace wall, Mighty King?''A child, a child, shivering in the cold, let us bring Him silver and gold.'" 1So many seasons ago, when there was a star shining brightly in the sky, shepherds wondered the reason for Angels appearing in the fields at night. I wonder, were they scared? How long did they ponder this sudden

Vespernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-13919049426975515272009-12-16T20:39:00.000-08:002009-12-18T06:39:26.063-08:00

It was raining incessantly when I stepped outside of my building Wednesday morning. Scratch that -- Did I say it was raining incessantly, I meant it was drizzling. Drizzling, yes. I was on my way to the Kowloon island where I will be teaching in a few weeks at a Montessori school. One foot in front of the other, I found my way through the streets and small puddles everywhere. Splish,

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-65996126128357547332009-12-07T05:03:00.000-08:002009-12-09T21:07:10.786-08:00

"...because I was a different person then." - Lewis CarrollAdjusting to Hong Kong is taking some time. I considered today how many changes I have been going through. There are all these people who talk about taking adventures. I'm actually on one of those real-life adventures I've always talked about, and sometimes it does not feel real. Like I just dropped through the looking glass by

Vespernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-51635468550351125162009-12-03T07:05:00.000-08:002009-12-03T09:29:59.648-08:00

Lan Kwai Fong (Carnivale Food - there's always a celebration in LAN KWAI)Experiencing hookah the Mediterranean-Hong Kong wayFinally, ah... (The Victoria Peak in the afternoon)Hong Kong Jockey Club - The Races (with new friend, Shoko)Mrs. Field's cookies - a piece of home!

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-58931806246160322902009-11-28T23:10:00.001-08:002009-12-02T02:47:36.188-08:00

Thanksgiving. A time to give your family --love. To show that you are grateful for their place in your life. To break bread. Being away from so many loved ones this year was difficult. Never having been away from my sisters, parents, and grandparents during the holidays, the experience was rather jarring. I actually was under the distinct impression I would be getting a) no turkey and no

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-321637060286944452009-11-24T22:19:00.000-08:002009-11-24T23:29:48.888-08:00

A glass of orange-brownish mud colored juice and a partially consumed ziplock of sunflower seeds, cashews and almonds sits next to my HP notebook computer. This is an unusual day not only because I am typing on my computer, but because the sun is actually in full force today. I wish I could enjoy the weather as much as I desire to, however, I need to be heading home again very soon. The

Vespernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-52177727436602575272009-11-18T23:48:00.000-08:002009-11-19T00:02:23.442-08:00

Devoted Fans: I've been sick the last few days and have been keeping it (I want to say cool, but I suppose that is not appropriate.) rather warm. Staying indoors, listening to the rain, and trying to nurse my sore throat, cough, and cold with some hot tea. There's a lot of that stuff out here in Hong Kong! Today is my first day as a teacher and I will tell you more when I have gone through the

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-6858020155856414652009-11-10T20:39:00.000-08:002009-12-02T20:36:32.967-08:00

Welcome to Hong Kong, I told myself as I stepped off the runway of Eva Air just one week ago. Where to begin?hustle | bustle | noise of the city | fascinatemethrillmeSo a few notes about the strangeness of coming to a new city, and a foreign land. For one, the way a person crosses the street. When I was in California, I would rarely walk anywhere except to enjoy the landscape. When in Hong Kong

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-27279612693560838222009-10-28T19:10:00.000-07:002009-10-28T19:14:22.868-07:00

Sometimes the only way to explain a thing is not through words or conversations about the thing, but by an expression of the thing. If I can produce some sort of evidence the thing exists or that the thing is felt or done, I may be able to show what the thing is, begin to take apart its definition, or at least improve upon the amiguouity surrounding it. So, in this case, I will attempt to show

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-18379544470681555672009-10-28T18:02:00.000-07:002009-10-28T18:09:52.061-07:00

As the end of the year approaches, some brand new changes occur in the season. The leaves begin to fall off the trees, the Santa Ana winds blow through Southern California, and the temperature drops, as November rears its lovely head. With two holidays approaching, the feasts arrive. Thanksgiving, yum! Christmas dinner, delicious! But, most importantly, is the time of giving between family

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-84676242624362983112009-08-18T23:29:00.001-07:002009-08-19T00:01:48.544-07:00

The days of summer get longer and longer, wielding the heat like a beacon of hope that vanishes just as it came in a few short months. As August draws near, the sunshine will diminish, and takes with it the remaining grasp we have on certain hopes. There is something to be said for the season. Winter is cold and depressing, while the Autumn sheds all its tears like the leaves off the branches,

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-11731584047678274372009-08-04T12:01:00.000-07:002009-08-13T15:33:07.319-07:00

Some people walk into your life for a reason you cannot quite grasp. He might be significant. She might be funny. He might snort through his nose. She might yell out, "Beavers! Beavers! Beavers!" Why? Who knows? The world does not always makes sense when he's around or when she's laughing. But, somehow, you understand them. It is as if there is music when they are smiling. It is an

Vespernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-8449475521897511832009-07-10T00:29:00.001-07:002009-07-10T00:40:03.128-07:00

I wonder sometimes, where does this passion come from? Recently, a person of some importance asked where motivation comes from, specifically, where do I derive my own motivation? My answer, "I am one of ambition. I look for my motivation from a good breakfast and a run at the end of the day or a tennis match. All I want is something to keep me healthy while I am naturally motivated to do my best

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-46912824788414953502009-07-10T00:27:00.001-07:002009-07-10T00:27:40.423-07:00

Fantasy - a little time to myself. Is that possible?

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It is Tuesday morning and I'm enjoying my rather strongly espresso-laden cappucino. Who doesn't drink Starbucks these days? I have often tried to cut Starbucks from my life, although it is always an unsuccessful venture as most who enjoy coffee can attest to. The proximity of this franchise to my place of work (now often inside a Starbucks shop, instead of an office cubicle) and of course, my

Vespernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-51971296846033378532009-02-20T16:56:00.000-08:002009-03-16T02:31:28.442-07:00

When she opened the fortune cookie that Wednesday night over a plate of chow mein and broccoli, the fine print read, "You outdistance all competitors." Well. If that was true, then why did the circumstances seem to place efforts in vain? Perhaps it is the way of things ...that environmental factors push you to places you didn't think you'd like and yet, it all has a way of working itself out.

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-63093457900683268062009-02-12T13:07:00.000-08:002009-02-12T13:23:15.112-08:00

I joined Twitter today.So, many a person has been given the ability to socialize via the communication tools over the worldwide web. So, how effective are these tools as they relate to productivity or education or communication? I’m not sure. After all, a brand new twitter’er myself, I am curious as to the plight of my online experience when I follow Barack Obama’s updates on policy (presumably

Vespernoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-1532252268270659622009-01-29T15:08:00.000-08:002009-01-29T15:29:21.031-08:00

Writers are often misunderstood creatures. We tend to be a bit introverted, introspective, and self-reflective, yet balance these qualities with a so-called normal life, yet always observant, always wondering how to tell a story, make it valuable, make it real. A favorite film character of mine is a novelist, and he said in response to whether his novel was autobiographical:Well, I mean, is

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-64101040333203203922009-01-26T14:51:00.001-08:002009-01-26T15:13:26.377-08:00

In preparation for my grad school admissions essay, I have been writing down and brainstorming many things about my character and personality, which will hopefully assist in drawing out a most unique piece of work. I've discovered amongst my research on perfecting the "statement of purpose" that sincerity is one of the most difficult and important qualities to project when writing. Since the

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-4828504574084010892009-01-19T15:04:00.001-08:002009-01-19T15:07:18.585-08:00

My first actual cocktail made as a namesake from the Mix Lounge in Mandalay Bay. Phew. Two parts Ketel One vodka, two parts Tanqueray gin, and one part vermouth...Shaken. Never stirred. Ice cold...

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Considering today, the conflict between Israelis and Palestinians, I am saddened to see so much war, in order to create a so-called ceasefire and reclaim of Gaza. Today's article in The Economist really made me angry. In many ways, I still feel strongly that Israel is being defensive of its people. Often times misunderstood, the Israeli nation has been given a terrible civil liberties

Vespernoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-68570728112624216102009-01-05T12:15:00.000-08:002009-01-05T12:33:00.816-08:00

Let's start with nice....Who are we kidding?A new year. Fresh discoveries about oneself and brand-spanking fun challenges lie in wait. Sounded like the harbinger of ill report, didn't I? Scratch the "lie in wait" bit. I am very grateful to the start of 2009 for it feels like anything can happen! I love that feeling...Flying on the wings of my wondrous holiday with family I see every few years,

Vespernoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-70194609771206922342008-12-24T10:08:00.000-08:002008-12-24T10:21:13.997-08:00

Christmas shopping, Christmas shopping. Oh, my goodness. I've already received quite a few wonderful gifts and I'm overwhelmed with the pressure of buying and making some lovely things for some of my favorite people, and making it "personal". Mom's gift was shipped to my house and I'm just happy it arrived in time for me to wrap and put around the tree. Dad's is ready but it needs a lot of

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-18428812976030579722008-12-16T17:12:00.000-08:002008-12-16T17:21:41.666-08:00

Among The NarcissiSpry, wry, and gray as these March sticks,Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi.He is recuperating from something on the lung.The narcissi, too, are bowing to some big thing :It rattles their stars on the green hill where PercyNurses the hardship of his stitches, and walks and walks.There is a dignity to this; there is a formality-The flowers vivid as bandages,

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-62221258955936314872008-12-11T10:09:00.000-08:002008-12-16T17:11:59.821-08:00

How often do we subscribe qualities to a male or female that is considered masculine or feminine without giving pause? More often than I would care to find comfortable. I think that each individual is unique and to assign elements, gendered elements, per se, is presumptuous. As I mentioned in my last post on emotions and how we might keep ours under control in order to protect our heart, what

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-62553195327279387092008-12-02T09:14:00.000-08:002008-12-10T17:13:46.553-08:00

‘I wished to hear the sound of your voice,’ he said.‘You’ve heard it, and you see it says nothing very sweet.’‘It gives me pleasure, all the same.’ And with this he got up.She had felt pain and displeasure on receiving early that day the news he was in Florence and by her leave would come within an hour to see her. She had been vexed and distressed, though she had sent back word by his messenger

Vespernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-45417691102102532072008-11-21T14:48:00.000-08:002008-11-21T17:03:05.655-08:00

The following article I'm going to link here discusses clean bodies and dirty minds. A recent psychology study showed that people who washed with soap and water were more inclined to be lenient when viewing activities ethical or unethical. Rather, lenient when it came to choosing what they considered satisfactorily moral or not. It made me wonder about how often we 'wash our hands' of the

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-3779525345290197032008-10-27T11:24:00.000-07:002008-10-28T17:10:11.716-07:00

Instincts are misleading. You shouldn't think what you're feeling. Thankfully, I don't. The problem about knowing that your cerebral "notes" are different than your emotional ones is that reconciling the distinction means you won't always get what you want. A few weeks ago, I began to notice that I was happy. Really happy. Be it the work I was involved in, the company I was keeping, the

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-6609009484503168152008-10-16T14:26:00.000-07:002008-12-08T09:52:39.371-08:00

I want toI want to be someone else or I'll explodeFloating upon this surface for the birdsThe birdsThe birds- "Talk Show Host", by RadioheadHave you ever had the urge to change your spots? If I was born a cheetah, I would have wished to be a leopard. I think it is in my nature to choose a distinction. I live in a beautiful condo by the coast of Newport with two beautiful, sweet girls, each with

Vespernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-50187757012139520062008-10-07T15:32:00.000-07:002008-11-07T17:18:38.566-08:00

"I hate American simplicity. I glory in the piling up of complications of every sort. If I could pronounce the name James in any different or more elaborate way I should be in favor of doing it." - Henry James

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-9862596156609844312008-09-10T15:52:00.000-07:002008-12-08T09:54:06.952-08:00

So, I didn't really cut my hair, but I am seriously going to cut my hair in a few weeks, and so I'm preparing some of my friends for the shock (namely, you, and you, and you, and you). I love my long-curly-sometimes-straight hair, but as with many things in my life right now, there are going to be some changes. There have been several internal struggles with elements of my goings-on, with my

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-84625717061755997632008-09-08T14:07:00.000-07:002008-12-08T09:55:22.269-08:00

These are some thoughts from a German American poet. I don't want to say much more than that.air and light and time and space "–you know, I’ve either had a family, a job,something has always been in thewaybut nowI’ve sold my house, I’ve found thisplace, a large studio, you should see the space andthe light.for the first time in my life I’m going to havea place and the time tocreate." no baby, if

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-23144438098603301402008-09-08T13:54:00.000-07:002008-09-08T14:02:50.889-07:00

It has been a long time coming. For all of you who are my readers, I'm sorry it has been so long, but I simply am exhausted from coming home. Ever since my plane landed in Orange Country from London, exactly a month ago today, I've been swimming in the wonder of Europe, even though I'm not anywhere but here in the United States. It is difficult to describe how one can be so changed from just a

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-16113000135794895612008-07-12T11:20:00.000-07:002008-12-02T09:17:12.916-08:00

Why does it seem that when you have all this time on your hands to choose how your day is going to go, it slips through your fingers. However, when you allow yourself to make plans, you often go from place to place as opportunities arise -- and sometimes are let down by the prospect of turning out more exciting than they are in actuality?Traditional existentialists dressed in black and "mourned"

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-37324161842579807162008-07-11T11:07:00.000-07:002008-07-11T11:11:04.674-07:00

We just recently had a Marketing "offsite", which included different teams posing as musicians in a "Battle of the Bands"...If you want to see this funny music video, check the link below and click on the first video for the musicians (Technology Blitz), ContraBand. ContraBand Rocks!______________________________________________ From: Thai, Doan Subject: RE: Rally Winners and Q3 Goals

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-79573880312803560762008-07-09T21:52:00.000-07:002008-07-09T22:34:09.909-07:00

Im not sure I have quite done justice to the many amazing films I've seen over the years. A friend recently corrected me on not including some of those I've mentioned as favs and affected me truly. The following notations are in no way intended to substitute for the in-depth conversations I hope to have with all of you about whether you have or have not seen these films, how, why, and whether

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-80979313228932046152008-07-08T17:05:00.000-07:002008-07-08T17:17:13.302-07:00

I was bored today and decided to think of several movies that have impacted my life is some small way. I've been discussing the films I like a lot lately with different people and it has made me start thinking. Comment if you have or have not seen and what makes you tick. Also, there are plenty of these movies that cross-over, plus it is always a work in progress. As far as television shows I

Vespernoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-22084416300022900112008-07-07T14:20:00.000-07:002008-07-07T14:48:38.743-07:00

The weekend was long and the sunshine was beautiful, but I am exhausted. From Thursday to Sunday, there was always something to participate in. I feel assured that I did all I could to cram as many activities into one weekend as possible. Some of the days were longer than others, but my favorite part was having Iva stay for two whole days, swap stories and get to know her. She comes highly

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arrrrrrrrrgh. Why can't some things just be simple?

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...and I'm one of them. We have an odd sense of humor.Two rednecks, Bubba and Cooter, decide to go to college. Bubba goes first, and he is advised to take maths, history and logic.-- "What's logic?" says Bubba.-- "Well, let me give you an example," says the professor. "Do you own a tractor?"-- "Sure do," says Bubba.-- "Okay. Then I assume, using logic, that you have a yard."-- "That's real good,

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-27299014403373404372008-06-25T13:10:00.000-07:002008-06-25T15:09:04.459-07:00

"Men's stares flatter and hurt her simultaneously... eyes are always too penetrating. Hence the inconsistency that men find disconcerting... Masculine desire is as much an offence as it is a compliment." - Simone de Beauvoir C’est au sein du monde donné qu’il appartient à l’homme de faire triompher le règne de la liberté; pour remporter cette suprême victoire, il est entre autres nécessaire que

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O me, what eyes hath Love put in my headWhich have no correspondence with true sightOr, if they have, where is my judgement fled,that censures falsely what they see aright?If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,What means the world to say it is not so?If it be not, then love doth well denoteLove's eye is not so true as all meris 'No.'How can it? O, how can Love's eye be true,That is so vex'd

Vespernoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-23881736159225666762008-06-18T13:07:00.000-07:002008-06-18T13:19:04.659-07:00

Last week, our Customer & Solutions group had an offsite out of the office and we always choose a fun theme. This year, each team competed in a Battle of the Bands. We performed the "Ruff Ryders Theme" by DMX as ContraBand. Fun play on words, isn't it? I owe all cleverness to Lindsey. But I have to say, the golden cup of glory was stolen from us by a competing team called Mickey Moose. Enough,

Vespernoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372077096016539309.post-13106086155463762532008-06-17T16:37:00.000-07:002008-06-17T16:45:05.711-07:00

I was asked today what things I was "into" that I wouldn't necessarily freely admit?... What an interesting question! Maybe some of you have better ones, but I found it kind of fun to decide what things are true (and somewhat funny, too!) I'd love some comments on this post. REALLY>>>>>> I want comments!Here are a few:-Listening to Justin Timberlake and even, Britney Spears, on occasion. Catchy

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It is amazing to me how easy it is to attempt to fix one problem, and really, create another. This just goes to show how difficult it is to solve major world problems. We are using biofuels to keep the environment safer, which then competes with producing agriculture for poor people to eat or producing agriculture to make our cars runs cleaner. Ironically, we run out of resources elsewhere and

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Sorry! This is the link you should go to for listening to "We Are Rockstars" by Does It Offend You, Yeah? I hope the last web site didn't scare anyone away: http://www.zshare.net/audio/119380094aad2399/ (I am fixing the last blog post).

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The aforementioned title is actually the album name of the band, Does It Offend You, Yeah? (Yes, it is actually a band - I love bands that have strange song titles and monikers. It makes me laugh.) I tried downloading to the blog, but it didn't work, so here's something else to access: http://www.zshare.net/audio/119380094aad2399/I've had a string of positive, wonderful experiences. I went to the

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Have you ever wondered what the world would be like if men refused to watch this movie? I listened to a ten-minute call-in show about men who liked or were being dragged to see Sex and the City. It was hilarious. http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=90950481Listen to this!

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To this event,.. but I really cannot afford to do anything except make sure I don't starve on my measly salary. I went last year and it was such a blast - art, fashion, and music and dancing!!!This event is tomorrow (Billabong's Design For Humanity Charity Event - Art/Fashion Show and the works...) -- and I don't think I can make it :) Plus, I already made plans and I don't know if he'll take

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It is cold, numb, darkness. The fresh, untitled face of the moon was not to be seen overhead despite the fact that her eyes were open. And, she saw nothing. Felt nothing. It is "T" minus five until disenchantment. There is no reason to fear the dark if it cannot be seen. The unknown was somehow familiar to her, for she prized the humility of not knowing. Not knowing did not mean she could not be,

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More information on the destruction of the cyclone in the country formerly known as Burma is here: http://www.bloomberg.com/apps/news?pid=20601087&sid=aKMb8IJiKHc4&refer=homeIt is said that at least 130,000 people are either dead or missing and over one million people have been affected in some way by this natural disaster. France and the U.S. are major contributors of aid, and yet, the US is

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Giorgio De Chirico is a surrealist I discovered at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art this past weekend. His painting (left) is called Les contrarietes du penseur, or The Vexations of The Thinker. I stared it while I was observing art this Sunday on the second floor and couldn't take my eyes off it. Interestingly enough, I was observing another artist in the same gallery who was inspired

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I was reading my "Monitor Mix" blog today and noticed something strange. Instead of Brownstein talking about music, she was talking about reality television! She is an excellent NPR Blog resource (one of my links below under "Blogging" - The Soundtrack of My Dreams) for lyrics, genres, new stuff, and the occasional humorous comment about life in general, but today it was The Bachelor that caught

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Today is Israel's 60th anniversary and I wonder, how do Israels feel about this celebration? How do Palestinians feel? It reminds me of so many battles - the struggle between the Southerners and the Union toops during the American civil war, the battle for independence by so many small African countries trying to finally stake their claim after years as European colonies. Who are these people

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How would you feel if your family was trapped in the middle of a land torn apart by a cyclone and you didn't know if they were alive or dead? Or, if help would even come? This is what is happening to many families in Rangoon. A cyclone has hit the area and the government will not release how many are already dead and the number of injured. Aid is having trouble even getting to the places it

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--If I'm Really 27, How Come the Starbucks Guy... Says I remind him of his sister's best friend (Mind you - when she was in High School) . I know I should probably be happy. After all, who honestly thinks I look my age these days? Not many people I know --Thankfully, I act my age some of the time. I better not take that too seriously, either. But, is it really a compliment to be that

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Melancholy as is. If there was a mix tape with my name on it for today's Monday, the title would be "Dreary Colour." Clouds make me angry. It might not be the clouds. Nothing Too Good There...

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pSuch a long day. Again -- someone dropped the ball and it appeared like I didn't cover all the details for a project I was working on. Can I just get it right the first time? Honestly, I don't know. The thing that concerns me most of all about today is a dear friend, struggling with the "appearance" of something as well. It seemed to highlight my even feelings about what it seems is happening,

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Lots to do. Lots to do. So little time to do it in. I skipped lunch so I'd have enough time to go home and relax perhaps before tennis practice today. No can do. Our event is on Wednesday (two-day reseller/customer event) and I have to still create a flight manifest for all our arriving customers, make an evaluation and print copies for our event, scan any correspondence from our vendors to

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But I do love being happy and I expect to have a good birthday, despite the fact that a lot of things are going wrong. Let me know if you want to hang out with me next Friday for my birthday...

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“Just cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there.” - Radiohead

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“A heart that's full up like a landfill and a job that slowly kills you.” - Radiohead

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The last time I had the phone was on my final flight home from Atlanta to John Wayne airport. Since Saturday night, I've had trouble getting all my messages, I had no reception in D.C. or New York, so maybe the phone was dying anyways. Hrrmph. So if you're reading this, you can leave a voicemail, since I can check VM, but no text messages please! Hopefully, Delta airlines will return by mail...

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I just came back from a weekend in New York and although things didn't work out how it had planned, I'm really glad I went. just need to ensure I come back. NYU was a beautiful school, so big, and so spread out, which was actually fun because I saw all kinds of fun things over blocks and blocks. The bohemian chic sandals and floral skirts met the tight jeans and indie-kid hair cuts of the boys

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Listened to an interview today about Uma Thurman and her role on several different movies from "Pulp Fiction" to a new one called "The Life Before Her Eyes"...about a tortured mother and wife, who is dealing with a traumatic experience from her high school observance of a shooting. It is so fascinating to hear this beautiful woman talk about how insecure and fragile she was as an early actress,

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If you want to know what someone besides myself thinks about the best law schools to go to-- here's my link where I've been reading up on it.http://taxprof.typepad.com/taxprof_blog/2008/04/henderson-morri.html

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Today is not a lazy day. Oh, how I wish it were. Somehow I am coping with this rather upsetting fact, although my restlessness will soon be encapsulated by a tennis ball hurled across the court by my needs-to-be-restrung racket later today after 5:00pm. I cannot really feel angry, but rather numb at my restlessness. Last week was a hard one with leering customers at a work conference who I was

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This is how I'm feeling today. Frustrated. Wishing I was at home watching Henry James' novels on film. Ugh. I'm so done with today. But here I am...trying to finish recruitment for two events, updating a website, try to get a schedule for media we have to come up with, trying not to be at my wit's end. After all, it isn't just for another person to make you feel the way you feel. It is your

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It is strange to consider that life is so short, when viewed in the context of all the unexpected events that occur around you. I've recently discovered a co-worker I like very much has been diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. He's a young, athletic, and healthy man over 30 with two children, a good job, and a wife. (I've spent some time with both of them volunteering in Costa Mesa.) You would

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Strange dreams happen. I only say this because they happen to me, of course. It is like rain drops hitting the ground of my brain. Plop, plop, they go, splashing around and with no particular pattern. So the dreams that arise pull from strands of thought, or drawers of thought patterns:- a game of tennis- a stream of consciousness - my boyfriend- meLast night I dreamt I was walking amongst

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I find that family is wonderful. Between food and fun, there’s no better thing than family. And you know what else? My roommate, Nilo is quickly becoming a part of that, too. I feel so lucky, lately. Which is great, because honestly, I’ve been in a state of non-happy the last seven days. It isn’t so much that I’m unhappy, but I’ve been “without”, lately, pondering why things are so stressful

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Vesper. Wikipedia describes the name as a greek god from mythology also known as "Hesperos". In Greek mythology, Hesperos (Greek Ἓσπερος (The Evening Star), sometimes latinized as Hesperus) and (H)eosphoros (Morning Star) latinized as Eosphorus (see Lucifer) are sons of the dawn goddess Eos (Roman Aurora). Hesperus' father was Cephalus, a mortal, while Eosphoros' was the star god Astraios.

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We're taking the day off early today at work, and it is unusual, so unusual in fact, that it actually feels a bit, may I say the word, "sinful"? Odd choice, I know, but the truth of the matter is that I have inherited some sort of worker-bee (Beebe) mentality, which provokes me to try hard, work hard, sleep less, and balance way too many tasks to handle a healthy state some of the time. So --

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It is quite akward the first time one begins a new project...and so I feel the same about this blog. I mainly wanted a landing page for my own thoughts as I feel I am in a unique stage than ever before in my life. Not a quarter-life crisis, but a quarter-life presence. And on the brink of turning twenty-seven, I know I am leaving the juvenile days of late since I am closer to thirty than twenty

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