<?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-4075091</id><updated>2012-02-02T22:46:33.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cacophony</title><subtitle type='html'>"Sing of human unsuccess / In a rapture of distress" - W.H. Auden</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1564</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-1999048390112341820</id><published>2011-01-30T16:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T16:14:43.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have joined Tumblr and will probably be posting over there from now on, or at least for the near future. The url is &lt;a href="http://motivatedslacker.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://motivatedslacker.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-1999048390112341820?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/1999048390112341820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=1999048390112341820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1999048390112341820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1999048390112341820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-have-joined-tumblr-and-will-probably.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4431540624259097202</id><published>2010-04-15T18:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T19:19:08.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seemingly out of nowhere, I have become a dress junkie. This flies in the face of approximately 20 years of my fashion history (I'm not really sure what I wore for the first 5 or so years), in which dresses were often worn on Sundays but generally not donned at other times. In recent years, I have become a fan of skirts, especially in the summer, but I have usually paired them with t-shirts, so the overall look has still been rather casual. And now: dresses. I have purchased more in the past few months than I had in the past few years combined. And a few days I bought a maxi dress, which I have never done before. In a fairly bright blue, no less. And today I bought a dress with a PATTERN on it, which flies in the face of all my solid colored (with a few logo/picture tees) wardrobe. That one, though, is shades of grey/black, so it's safe in that manner. And I considered a dress that had a large floral pattern on it, even. Me. Flowers. Again, shades of grey (actually silver on grey), but still. Large flowers. Up until now, that has pretty much been right after ruffles on the list of things I do not even consider wearing. Ruffles, by the way, are still on the list. I can change and experiment only so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4431540624259097202?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4431540624259097202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4431540624259097202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4431540624259097202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4431540624259097202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2010/04/seemingly-out-of-nowhere-i-have-become.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-8607944340107151650</id><published>2010-04-03T10:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:03:17.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After admiring L'Wren Scott's designs and trying to dress a bit nicer, I've gone hunting for some cheap(er) vintage-inspired clothing (especially 1940's styles) to buy. Here are some possibilities I've come across so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettie Page "Parisian" Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bettiepageclothing.com/ecom/galleryImage/index.bvi?productImgid=704"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 446px; height: 760px;" src="http://www.bettiepageclothing.com/ecom/galleryImage/index.bvi?productImgid=704" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure I need this dress in my life. Short sleeves, nice neckline, and a longer skirt with interesting open-work design near the knee. It's nice but not so fancy that I'd feel weird about wearing it at my more casual workplace, especially with flats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the dresses I came across come in black (yay, but I need to break the mostly black habit) and bright red (pretty, but too bright for me to be comfortable in). I managed to find some in other colors, though, which pleases me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bettie Page "Ella" Pencil Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.bettiepageclothing.com/ecom/galleryImage/index.bvi?productImgid=614"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 760px;" src="http://www.bettiepageclothing.com/ecom/galleryImage/index.bvi?productImgid=614" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't know what's going on with the model's expression. I guess she saw something shiny on the ceiling? Focus on the color. Blue! A very pretty blue, at that. I'm not one hundred percent sold on the twist detailing at the neckline, and the lack of real sleeves makes it feel more dressy to me - if I wore it to work, I'd probably toss on a cardigan. But the color and the length are lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernie Dexter "Bad Girl" Wiggle Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-62316496752271_2100_8670678"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 500px;" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-62316496752271_2100_8670678" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another one that needs to be in my closet ASAP. Navy blue, longer sleeves, very simple style. It's also available in black, of course, and turquoise, but I like the navy best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop Staring "Baby Jane" Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.atomretro.com/large/Pleats_Dress_New_Stop_Staring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 163px; height: 250px;" src="http://www.atomretro.com/large/Pleats_Dress_New_Stop_Staring.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is pretty, but I don't think it's something I'd buy and wear. I'm not quite sure why. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broad Minded Clothing "La Passion de Violette" Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-45547213099599_2099_3211914155"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 600px;" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-45547213099599_2099_3211914155" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one a bit more than the previous purple dress, but I'm still not sure about it. Maybe I'm just not brave enough to wear that much purple in an everyday context? (Thought I did wear a purple shirt and cardigan the other day.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaker Fashion "Super Spy" Dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-45547213099599_2099_3339805017"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 399px; height: 600px;" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/yhst-45547213099599_2099_3339805017" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is also available in black, but hey, let's be daring and go with a different neutral color! It's a bit shorter than the others, since it ends above the knee. Scandalous, I know. The only thing that gives me pause about this one is the neckline - it looks like it has a bit of a mock-turtleneck thing going on, and despite wearing lots of turtlenecks as a child, I am not always comfortable wearing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I think I may order the "Parisian" in black and the "Bad Girl" in navy. The other ones are nice, but I don't think I can justify buying too many more dresses at this point. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-8607944340107151650?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/8607944340107151650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=8607944340107151650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8607944340107151650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8607944340107151650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2010/04/after-admiring-lwren-scotts-designs-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-5818990849863052117</id><published>2010-03-04T18:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T19:14:33.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While looking through slide shows during my sick days, I fell in love with L'Wren Scott's stuff. It's so lady-like and perfect. A dress will also set you back at least $1,000, though, so for now I can only admire from afar/online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are some things from her Fall 2010 line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first one that caught my eye. It's a very simple dress, but the designs by the hem makes is special. The color combo isn't one I'd normally think of, but I think it works well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00030m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00030m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not 100% sure if this is a dress or a suit, though I think it's the latter. I love the slit up the front with the longer length of the skirt - it'll show just a bit of knee when you walk or cross your legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00060m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00060m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is so, so pretty - the color, the detailing, it's just all lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00160m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00160m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to see more of the skirt or dress that's under the cape, but the cape is pretty fabulous itself. Not practical for my life, of course, but then none of this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00170m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00170m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty  much a smoking jacket done up as an evening gown, and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00310m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/LSCOTT/RUNWAY/00310m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of the reasons I'm so draw to L'Wren Scott's designs is the longer skirts. I've been trying to buy more dresses lately, but they're always so short. Part of this is because of the style, but some of it is also my height. Unfortunately, the end result is that I don't feel comfortable wearing the dresses (especially at work) unless I have leggings underneath them. That works fine for winter, but it's not going to be great in the summer. I want to be able to pick things up off the floor without fear, dammit! Anyway, apparently L'Wren is 6'4" (and dating Mick Jagger, but that's neither here nor there), so maybe she feels my tall-girl pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-5818990849863052117?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/5818990849863052117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=5818990849863052117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5818990849863052117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5818990849863052117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2010/03/while-looking-through-slide-shows.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-333832608951883599</id><published>2010-03-04T14:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:32:52.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If, for some reason, I were a fabulously wealthy superhero like Batman, or perhaps more appropriately, a wealthy villain like Lex Luthor, I think I might dress myself solely in Gareth Pugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one reads "dark introverted hero" to me, rather than villain, due to the cape:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00040m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00040m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is more sexy villainess:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00120m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00120m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one would be kind of great if you could fly/float like Storm. Wouldn't the skirt look awesome trailing behind you in the breeze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00220m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00220m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, skirts and dresses are not the best garb for fighting or committing crimes. So here's a pants option:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00170m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00170m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, here's a dress/leggings sort of combo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00290m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://www.style.com/slideshows/2010/fashionshows/F2010RTW/PUGH/RUNWAY/00290m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All outfits from the Gareth Pugh Ready-to-Wear Fall 2010 collection, all images from Style.com, etc, etc, blah blah blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-333832608951883599?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/333832608951883599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=333832608951883599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/333832608951883599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/333832608951883599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2010/03/if-for-some-reason-i-were-fabulously.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-3888846534899203976</id><published>2010-03-04T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:16:03.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I was sick last week, I spent a lot of time lounging in bed. I had caught up on TV shows online, had slept enough, didn't feel like reading, and needed something to do. It was Fashion Week, so I went to Style.com and starting looking at all of the slide shows of the fashion shows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have liked fashion and clothes for some time. I liked playing dress up as a kid. At one point in middle school, I had dreams of becoming a designer, which got crushed when I realized I sucked at sewing. And in college I dabbled in costume design. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all this, I don't actually dress all that well. Part of this is due to my job in the library. There isn't much of a dress code - jeans and a t-shirt are fine. Also, in some cases, nice clothes are problematic. Have you ever tried to get a book off the bottom shelf while wearing heels and a short skirt? It's hard to do gracefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, every so often, I decide that I'm going to dress nicer. Wear makeup, think about my outfits more, etc. These stints usually last a week or so before I fall back into my old routine. A new stint has started today, inspired by looking at the fashion shows and buying a pair of high heeled boots. We'll see how long it lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-3888846534899203976?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/3888846534899203976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=3888846534899203976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3888846534899203976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3888846534899203976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-was-sick-last-week-i-spent-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-2868942427432409573</id><published>2010-02-21T17:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:52:45.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Insight of the day: Well, of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt; I procrastinate when it comes to writing papers. Writing papers makes me really anxious, and I want to put off that feeling for as long as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is, then, the question of whether I would feel so anxious about papers if I didn't procrastinate so damn much. But that's a hard habit to break and is irrelevant to the current paper at least.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-2868942427432409573?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/2868942427432409573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=2868942427432409573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2868942427432409573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2868942427432409573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2010/02/insight-of-day-well-of-course-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-2504358061822571072</id><published>2009-12-16T14:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:31:05.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been half-heartedly following the healthcare reform debate. It has not been half-hearted because I don't care that much -- I do -- but rather because, to be honest, I don't understand a lot of it, and what I do understand usually leads to me becoming very frustrated very quickly (i.e. the passage of the Stupak-Pitts Amendment). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I have not had to deal much with health insurance. Most of my life, I was covered by my parents' insurance. When that stopped, I was at college and had access to basic care at the health center and had to pay for my prescriptions out of pocket - pricey, but simple enough. Then I got a job and I'm covered through that. I had multiple options, but I just chose one based on... I'm not even sure what logic it was based on. It may have boiled down to multiple choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I have little to no experience with this stuff, but whenever I do delve into it, it seems confusing and frustrating. Does my plan cover X? Figuring that out by looking at the company's website is far too difficult. Why did my prescription copay suddenly rise? Another half-hour spent online figuring it out. And that's just looking at a single plan, rather than comparing plans and trying to figure out what's the best, most cost-efficient, and appropriate option. I don't have to try to find insurance for myself, weigh the merits of going with or without it, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm pretty smart, but the idea of having to deal with insurance companies and sorting out details terrifies and confuses me. I have to wonder how it got so damn complicated, how the system became this crazy behemoth. Then I start longing for a simpler solution, probably a single-payer type plan. Health care is important! It should be like education and roads and libraries and be available to everyone! Then I realize I'm a crazy idealistic type with socialist tendencies and should probably look into moving to Scandinavia or something. Or at least a country with a social democratic party. Or a viable liberal party that's actually, you know, left-of-center. And then I start getting bitter towards the Democratic party and just get sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-2504358061822571072?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/2504358061822571072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=2504358061822571072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2504358061822571072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2504358061822571072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-been-half-heartedly-following.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-2382343756295060575</id><published>2009-10-01T11:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T12:31:34.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On Monday I went back to the psychiatrist. The depression is pretty well under control with the new meds, which is great. Yay for no random crying or awful side effects!(Except for painful hangovers and really vivid dreams, but I can work around those.) On to a problem that I didn't really realize was a problem - anxiety. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't do very well in crowds, especially if I'm already tired or stressed. I shut down and withdraw or silently freak out and want to run away and hide. I worry about things and have a to-do list always running through the back of my mind. I grind my teeth. My boyfriend has noted that the only time I look relaxed is when I'm at home; apparently my demeanor there is markedly different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I brought this up with the doctor. He's upping my dose of Paxil, since it's good for anxiety as well as depression. In the meantime, he's also given me an anti-anxiety med that I can take as needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one this morning. It is amazing. Before taking it - stressed about being late to work, mind racing, etc. After? Calmer. My mind and heart slowed down a bit. I sat on the subway and almost enjoyed the ride, got to work and have handled the day well so far - even the latest list of Polanski supporters. (Harrison Ford and Natalie Portman? Really?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, at least as a temporary solution, this stuff is great. It may not be viable in the long term, but hopefully the Paxil will kick in and take care of it from there. We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-2382343756295060575?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/2382343756295060575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=2382343756295060575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2382343756295060575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2382343756295060575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-monday-i-went-back-to-psychiatrist.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-1218362402560818936</id><published>2009-04-06T10:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:19:41.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am developing a very strong aversion to the smell of warm printer ink, and I'm really annoyed by people on cell phones. I would say I need to get away from the circulation desk, but the back office has it's own annoyances. What I really need is a few really good nights of sleep and an actual weekend. I'm working on the former, but the earliest the latter will happen is maybe mid-May. Blerg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-1218362402560818936?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/1218362402560818936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=1218362402560818936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1218362402560818936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1218362402560818936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-developing-very-strong-aversion-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-7527695687379413634</id><published>2009-04-01T14:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:24:20.307-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Evidently the 3 or so years that my cat has spent indoors after living on the streets has not diminished her hunting skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as I was starting to drift off, I heard the cat pouncing and batting at something. I figured it was a twist tie or hair tie or something and tried to fall asleep. Eventually the noise got to me, so I turned on my lamp so I could find the toy and toss it into the living room. Without my glasses, it just looked like a fuzzy grey spot. I went to pick it up, then recoiled in horror. It was oddly soft and squishy. For a second I thought maybe the cat had coughed up a hairball. Then I put on my glasses and turned on the main light. The fuzzy grey thing was a dead mouse. Eeek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one had, yay kitty for killing it (and not making a mess in the process). On the other hand, boo for there being a mouse in the apartment in the first place. I'm now a little paranoid about teeny feet scampering across me as I sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-7527695687379413634?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/7527695687379413634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=7527695687379413634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7527695687379413634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7527695687379413634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/04/evidently-3-or-so-years-that-my-cat-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-8888057627435675914</id><published>2009-03-25T09:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:49:24.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The &lt;i&gt;Dead Like Me&lt;/i&gt; movie was a disappointment, and now it looks like the &lt;i&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/i&gt; movie &lt;a href="http://nymag.com/daily/entertainment/2009/03/veronica_mars_movie_looks_like.html"&gt;may never happen&lt;/a&gt;. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-8888057627435675914?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/8888057627435675914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=8888057627435675914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8888057627435675914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8888057627435675914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/03/dead-like-me-movie-was-disappointment.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-260522037512502044</id><published>2009-03-06T15:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:10:28.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's WTF ad is courtesy of Facebook. I accidentally hit the back button, so I can't quote the ad verbatim, but it was for a singer/songwriter and included the phrase "what a redhead should sound like." WTF? I never knew that hair color affected one's vocal cords! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the (complete lack of) scandal that could ensue were it discovered that this woman was a bottle red. "I didn't mean to mislead my fans. But... well, I sounded like what a redhead should sound like, but I'm blonde. I had to dye it! It was the only way!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-260522037512502044?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/260522037512502044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=260522037512502044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/260522037512502044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/260522037512502044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/03/todays-wtf-ad-is-courtesy-of-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-599347851294567148</id><published>2009-02-25T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T00:11:19.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So there are these ads for a small laptop that I've been seeing around, mostly on Jezebel. The ad features 3 bags, each one smaller than the next, then the laptop, which is small enough to fit in the smallest of the purses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fashionphile.com/blog/pics/sonyviaoplouisvuitton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 328px; height: 903px;" src="http://www.fashionphile.com/blog/pics/sonyviaoplouisvuitton.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, the bags are represented by fairly simple line drawings, but each one is still distinctive. So distinctive, in fact, that, to my great shame/amusement, I can easily identify 2 out of the 3. (Man, that's a lot of commas...) In my defense, I had to do a bit of Googling to find the exact names of the bags, but I knew the designers right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The largest is meant to be a Marc by Marc Jacobs Totally Turnlock Mag bag: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/eLuxury/MM_11875259_nero_h_pu?$largeThumb$"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 221px;" src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/eLuxury/MM_11875259_nero_h_pu?$largeThumb$" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle one is a Louis Vuitton Neverfull:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/eLuxury/11555562_monogram_canvas?$hero$"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 340px;" src="http://s7d5.scene7.com/is/image/eLuxury/11555562_monogram_canvas?$hero$" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third one? That I'm not sure about, and it's bothering me, because I like to know things, even stupid things like this. A bit of searching has led me to believe that it's probably supposed to be a Coach bag, since they have the little tags on the handle, but I can't find a style that matches up. Anyone out there have any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-599347851294567148?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/599347851294567148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=599347851294567148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/599347851294567148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/599347851294567148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-there-are-these-ads-for-small-laptop.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-6134022952061225438</id><published>2009-02-25T15:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T15:18:26.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I do not understand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why quieter noises tend to bug me/aggravate my headaches more than obnoxiously loud ones.&lt;br /&gt;Related: Why I hate the sound of people whispering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I hate it. This is problematic, since I work in a library, but I would much rather have people talk in a normal, yet quiet, tone of voice than have to listen to the 'psss, psss, psss' of people whispering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I have such a nasty headache at the moment. I'm having trouble keeping my mind (and my eyes, for that matter) focused, and I really just want to curl up in a ball and sleep. Unfortunately, I've only been at work for 2 hours, so I've got another 6 before I can go home. Blerg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-6134022952061225438?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/6134022952061225438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=6134022952061225438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6134022952061225438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6134022952061225438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-i-do-not-understand-why-quieter.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-1043322486284226758</id><published>2009-02-25T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:40:23.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad: Getting on the subway to go home instead of going to class because you're feeling sick, only to discover that every noise makes your headache worse and every smell makes you feel like you're about to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: Making it all the way home without throwing up and having a nice evening at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad: Coming into work the next day and having the headache and nausea reactivated by being forced to listen to a coworker eat loudly at her desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-1043322486284226758?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/1043322486284226758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=1043322486284226758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1043322486284226758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1043322486284226758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/02/bad-getting-on-subway-to-go-home.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-6218112160649534181</id><published>2009-02-24T10:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:28:24.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A month or two ago, I got the latest &lt;i&gt;Swarthmore College Bulletin&lt;/i&gt;; it included the class notes for my graduating class, which made me feel like a lazy bum. Especially the guy who's getting a PhD in a very technical-sounding thing while also attending law school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, it is not only my fellow Swatties who are making me feel like an underachiever anymore. While watching the Oscars the other night, I remembered that I had heard James Franco was at NYU getting a Master's degree, but I had also heard competing reports that he was at Columbia. So I turned to the ever-reliable Wikipedia to find out which story was true. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/James_Franco#Personal_life"&gt;Turns out they both are.&lt;/a&gt; Dude is getting an MFA in writing at Columbia AND studying filmmaking at Tisch. He also paints. And has his own production company. And is, you know, an actor who's won a couple of awards. Jerk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-6218112160649534181?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/6218112160649534181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=6218112160649534181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6218112160649534181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6218112160649534181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/02/month-or-two-ago-i-got-latest.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-6251078867906265297</id><published>2009-02-23T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T20:05:47.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was watching Wheel of Fortune a few minutes ago, and I learned just how impossible it is to get the $1 million prize. First, you have to land on the little sliver between the 2 bankrupts. Then you have to win that round to keep the token, plus win the entire game. Even then you don't get the money - apparently what they do is replace the $100,000 bonus envelope thing with one for $1 million. So even if you win the bonus round, you only get the million if your spin landed you the right envelope. Geez. Amazingly enough, though, someone has won the million since they introduced it; she'll probably be the only one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-6251078867906265297?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/6251078867906265297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=6251078867906265297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6251078867906265297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6251078867906265297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-watching-wheel-of-fortune-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-2893186814756744949</id><published>2009-02-21T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T16:14:08.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some song lyrics that are really hitting home this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;But the lows are so extreme&lt;br /&gt;That the good seems fuckin' cheap&lt;br /&gt;And it teases you for weeks in its absence.&lt;br /&gt;But you'll fight and you'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;You'll fake it if you have to,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll show up for work with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be better&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be smarter&lt;br /&gt;And more grown up and a better daughter or son.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Rilo Kiley, "A Better Son/Daughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And it just gets so foggy&lt;br /&gt;It's nowhere in here&lt;br /&gt;And it's everywhere else that I don't wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm stuck here getting misty over you&lt;br /&gt;I'm alone on a bicycle for two.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She &amp; Him, "Black Hole"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why don't you sit right down and stay awhile?&lt;br /&gt;We like the same things and I like your style&lt;br /&gt;It's not a secret; why do you keep it?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just sitting on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to get your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Let's make it known.&lt;br /&gt;I think you're just so pleasant;&lt;br /&gt;I would like you for my own.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She &amp; Him, "Why Do You Let Me Stay Here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to a lot of She &amp; Him lately; I think they, Rilo Kiley, and Neko Case have finally gotten me past my aversion to all things vaguely twangy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-2893186814756744949?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/2893186814756744949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=2893186814756744949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2893186814756744949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2893186814756744949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-song-lyrics-that-are-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-5635527031325911720</id><published>2009-02-20T16:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:56:14.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night a group of friends and I went to see &lt;a href="http://www.vampirecowboys.com/shows.htm"&gt;Soul Samurai&lt;/a&gt;, a new play by Vampire Cowboys Theatre Company, a group that does new works based largely on stage combat - meaning they have lots of awesome fight scenes. The show was also very funny and interesting; if you're in NYC before it closes on March 15th, try and check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point in the show, they used a bit of music from the &lt;i&gt;Requiem for a Dream&lt;/i&gt; soundtrack, which I recognized almost at once. Music in a play/movie/tv show/whatever can be very effective and moving, but if it's a song I've heard before, I find it incredibly distracting until I can identify it. I thought &lt;a href="http://www.pigiron.org/productions/love-unpunished"&gt;Pig Iron's &lt;i&gt;Love Unpunished&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was interesting when I saw it, but there was one snippet of a song that they played numerous times, and I couldn't focus on the show completely because I was trying to figure out what the song was. When I got out of the show and could scroll through my iPod, I determined it was the first 12 or so seconds of Sufjan Steven's "All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands" played on a loop. Only then could I concentrate on anything else. I probably would have figured it out sooner, only the snippet was the instrumental introduction; lyrics and voices make identification a whole lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this doesn't happen with just music - I find myself turning to IMDB when I come across an actor I recognize but can't figure out where I know them from; I scour the web trying to find the source of a quote or story I vaguely remember. It seems to be getting worse lately - maybe library school is increasing my need to track things down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-5635527031325911720?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/5635527031325911720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=5635527031325911720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5635527031325911720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5635527031325911720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/02/last-night-group-of-friends-and-i-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4616369032554892152</id><published>2009-01-21T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:46:33.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In contrast to the bad news of the last post, here's some awesome movie news: &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/watch_with_kristin/b79975_veronica_mars_movie_finally_in_works.html?sid=rss_kristin&amp;utm_source=eonline&amp;utm_medium=rssfeeds&amp;utm_campaign=rss_kristin"&gt;Rob Thomas is working on a script for a &lt;i&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/i&gt; movie!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other canceled TV shows being made into movies news, the &lt;i&gt;Dead Like Me&lt;/i&gt; movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1079444/news#ni0624350"&gt;is set to be released on DVD on February 17th.&lt;/a&gt; Apparently Bryan Fuller, the series creator (and creator of &lt;i&gt;Wonderfalls&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Pushing Daisies&lt;/i&gt;) wasn't involved, but I'm still hoping it'll be good. At the very least it will give me more Callum Blue to ogle, and I can't complain about that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4616369032554892152?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4616369032554892152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4616369032554892152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4616369032554892152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4616369032554892152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/01/in-contrast-to-bad-news-of-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-5252680940140938898</id><published>2009-01-15T21:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T21:36:12.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No &lt;i&gt;no&lt;/i&gt; &lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt; NO! &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b79405_keanu_saddles_up_cowboy_bebop.html"&gt;This is just wrong&lt;/a&gt;: they're making a live-action &lt;i&gt;Cowboy Bebop&lt;/i&gt;, and KEANU REEVES has been signed on to play Spike Siegel. Live action adaptation of anime - grr already, but to cast Reeves as Spike is awful. Damn you, 20th Century Fox. Damn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-5252680940140938898?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/5252680940140938898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=5252680940140938898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5252680940140938898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5252680940140938898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-no-no-no-this-is-just-wrong-theyre.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-7561013687935394999</id><published>2009-01-06T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T15:25:32.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made it a year and a half in New York before I cracked. I have become very, very good at ignoring people on the sidewalk and subway. People handing out fliers, people with clipboards who are petitioning, people with signs asking for money. I steel myself, stare straight ahead, and walk on by. I usually don't feel any guilt about the first group and sometimes feel bad about the second, but I always feel a twinge of guilt with the last. I try not to read the signs (except for the guy by the newspaper stand on Broadway - he offers such gems as 'Trying to pay NYU tuition' and 'Lost light saber. Need $ to buy new one to fight Lord Vader'), because I know I'll only feel worse. I almost caved at the sight of the guy with the mewing kitten in the subway station. I put all my non-quarter change in the donation cup at Housing Works once, and occasionally give to charities, but that's not quite the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I cracked. Walking up Broadway, crossing Houston, I see a woman sitting on the sidewalk. As I pass her, I see her sign out of the corner of my eye. 'Left abusive husband'. I continued walking. After about 10 feet, I stop and turn halfway around. I stare into the window of Crate and Barrel for a second, reach for my wallet, go back, and give her some money. I couldn't ignore her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could help more of the people I see on the streets, but I really wish they weren't there in the first place. I don't completely hate capitalism (I like money, I like stuff, I enjoy buying stuff with my money), but come on. Athletes and entertainers make millions of dollars while teachers are underpaid, people starve while food sits untouched on grocery store shelves, people freeze on the streets while houses sit empty, and people get sick and die because they don't have insurance and can't afford to go to the doctor or buy their medicine. It's not right. During the presidential race, Sarah Palin said that now is not the time to experiment with socialism. I disagree - it's the perfect time. I am fully aware that I don't know a ton about economics and politics, but the resources exist to make serious improvements in the world. They're just not being used right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-7561013687935394999?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/7561013687935394999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=7561013687935394999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7561013687935394999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7561013687935394999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-made-it-year-and-half-in-new-york.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4924564075067304057</id><published>2009-01-05T16:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T16:35:12.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was staring blankly into space today when an older guy walked by and said something to the effect of "Smile! It can't be that bad!" I automatically respond by smiling and laughing amicably, but I hate these kind of comments. He (it's always a guy) doesn't know anything about me, my life, my situation, but he still decides it's cool to tell me to smile or cheer up because it's not that bad. Kindly STFU, sir, and let me decide when to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kicker to this particular incident? The comment was made while I was sitting in a waiting room. A psychosocial services waiting room, no less. If it weren't "that bad," I probably wouldn't be seeing a shrink, now would I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a semi-related note: The medication adjustment whirlwind continues. In the past 2 months, I have gone from 150 mg of med A to 150 mg of A and 150 mg of B, then to 200 mg of A and 150 mg of B, then to 200 mg of A and 300 mg of B. I will now be dropping back to 200 mg of A and 150 mg of B, and may possibly end up taking just the 200 mg of A. I've also been adding various vitamins, which means that I'm currently taking 5 medications in the form of 6 pills every morning. Fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4924564075067304057?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4924564075067304057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4924564075067304057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4924564075067304057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4924564075067304057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-was-staring-blankly-into-space-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-924558127593461286</id><published>2008-12-17T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T10:17:00.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What qualifies as an unacceptable side effect of medication? If I tough it out for a few more weeks, will my body adjust? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had the dosage of my second medication upped a bit. On the smaller dose, I had some side effects, but nothing too major. Now my muscles are achy, I'm somewhat shaky, there's a bit of nausea, and worst of all, I've lost most interest in food. Decrease in appetite is one thing - I wouldn't complain if I ate a little less and lost a few pounds. But a lot of food has become flat out unappealing to me, which is weird. The past few days I've had to force myself to eat. I feel hungry, but I don't know what to eat. I've been doing okay as long as I stick to dairy products and fairly bland/mild foods (yogurt, cheese sandwiches, fruit cocktail, etc.), but yesterday I had some Thai fried rice for dinner. It was okay, but then I bit into a bit of onion and felt kind of nauseous. I'm hoping that this will go away after a few weeks, but I'm wondering if I can make it that long without going crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-924558127593461286?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/924558127593461286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=924558127593461286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/924558127593461286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/924558127593461286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-qualifies-as-unacceptable-side.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-8367583763395064667</id><published>2008-12-03T10:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T10:45:18.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>People frustrate me. On some level, I can understand littering. You're outside, you have something to throw away, there's no trash can in sight, you drop it. I understand it, but I don't condone it. What I don't understand is leaving your trash laying around inside when there is a trash can nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do this in the library &lt;i&gt;all the time.&lt;/i&gt; They leave used scrap paper on desks, empty (or sometimes full) water bottles, empty coffee cups, soda cans, candy bar wrappers, and takeout containers. The scrap paper is annoying, but not that big of a deal. I find the water bottles extremely wasteful, but whatever. The real issue is the other trash. For one thing, you're not even supposed to have food in the library. There are numerous signs that proclaim this. (Not that people read signs. I could probably print up a sign that says "Die in a fire" and hang it by the circ desk. I bet only my boss would notice it.) Still, I'm willing to let coffee, soda, and some candy slide - just throw stuff away when you're done! The sugar and such attracts vermin. I know we have mice (I've seen more than one), and we probably have roaches too (though I've only seen one, and it was some time ago). When the critters get done with the trash, they move onto the books, which, needless to say, is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I really don't understand is the residue of full meals - sandwiches, salads, etc. It's rarer, but it still happens. There's a lounge on the floor above us. USE IT. The library is not a cafeteria. If you must study while eating, check the book out; just don't spill anything on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest problem with the trash, however, is not the welfare of the books. That's important, but I know the average person doesn't care about it as much as I do. The real issue is that it's just plain rude. (I feel like a cranky old lady - "Kids today! No respect, no consideration for others! No one cleans up after themselves, they just expect it to be done for them! Lousy no-good punks!") It's not like it's inconvenient to throw the stuff away - there are trash cans everywhere in the library. If you're sitting at one of the desks, I guarantee that there's a trash can within nine feet of you. If that's too far to walk, wait until you leave. There's a trash can right by the main door. You'll pass it no matter what, so &lt;i&gt;throw your shit away.&lt;/i&gt; Hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-8367583763395064667?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/8367583763395064667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=8367583763395064667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8367583763395064667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8367583763395064667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-frustrate-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-2655475680090401050</id><published>2008-11-25T18:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T18:49:36.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ah, library patrons. What wacky hijinks will you come up with next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent a good five minutes on the phone with a patron, debating his late fees. Our system usually sends out courtesy notices via email to remind people that they're books are due soon, but the emails have been unreliable since our switch to the new system this summer. Because of this, this patron didn't receive a notice, and he didn't receive an overdue notice until 2 weeks after the books were due. I was arguing that while the courtesy notices are lovely things, they are a COURTESY, and you're still responsible for knowing when your books are due (it's stamped in the back!) and renewing/returning them on time. He wasn't having it. I gave up and transferred him to my supervisor. I think the patron finally won, but geez. Mind you, this was over $6 in fines. Not a minuscule amount, but really not that much, either. I wonder how he would have acted if it had been $20 or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other excitement of the day came while I was sorting books for reshelving. I noticed a slip of paper in a book, so I pulled it out. (PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: please remove all bookmarks, sticky notes, labels, paperclips, etc. from books before you return them. They can cause damage to the books when left inside for long periods of time.) But this was no ordinary piece of scrap paper. It was a check. A signed check, no less. Date and amount filled out, but not the recipient. If I had far fewer scruples, I could have added a nice chunk of change to my bank account.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-2655475680090401050?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/2655475680090401050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=2655475680090401050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2655475680090401050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2655475680090401050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/11/ah-library-patrons.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-6553208214521437398</id><published>2008-11-17T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T15:16:09.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Psychosocial evaluations are weird. A lot of the questions are pretty basic background information, but then there's the part where you have to quantify how bad you feel. How often do you feel tired? How often do you feel like hurting yourself? How often do you lack interest in activities? Some of these are easy enough to answer (How often do I feel tired? ALWAYS. Wait, scratch that - 90% of the time. There are occasional bouts of energy). Other ones are harder, especially because they don't really give you a guideline of how to phrase your answer - x times a day, a week, whatever? x% of the time? I went with percentages and kind of felt like I was just making numbers up. I don't know exactly how often I feel bad; I just know that it's more often than I feel good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-6553208214521437398?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/6553208214521437398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=6553208214521437398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6553208214521437398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6553208214521437398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/11/psychosocial-evaluations-are-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4449372372273856483</id><published>2008-11-05T14:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:27:30.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As of around 11 pm EST last night, the United States had a new President-Elect: Barack Obama. This makes me very, very happy. (Though I do admit that my glee was somewhat lessened by my cat's decision to celebrate by puking.) Red states went blue, voter turnout was great, history was made! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good news: the various anti-choice state propositions and measures were voted down. The bad news: the various anti-gay state propositions and measures were passed. A nice succinct summary of the various propositions can be found at &lt;a href="http://www.feministing.com/archives/012009.html#comments"&gt;Feministing&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so weird that a single election can represent great hope and progress, yet also reflect such inequality and close-mindedness. I wish we could do away with state-sanctioned marriages in general. Just make everything civil unions; reserve the term 'marriage' for the religious rite and leave its definition up to the churches, synagogues, mosques, covens, etc. Separation of church and state: it's good for all involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4449372372273856483?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4449372372273856483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4449372372273856483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4449372372273856483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4449372372273856483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-of-around-11-pm-est-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-2178060009333438678</id><published>2008-10-27T19:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:04:58.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Blergh. It has been a long week. Yes, it is only Monday, but since I didn't really have a weekend, I feel like last week never ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun and exciting things that have happened in the past 7 or so days: I did not do the homework I was supposed to do, my grandmother died, I discovered some of my clothes no longer fit, I flew home for the funeral, I saw about 100 McCain signs in the country (and 3 Obama ones), my flight back to New York was cancelled and I had to fly on a different, later one to a less convenient airport, my cat puked on my bed in the wee hours of the morning, the construction in the building was really loud and actually knocked some stuff off the bathroom shelves and into the toilet, I had an eye exam, they broke the nosepiece of my glasses while trying to replace the pad bit, I still have not finished my homework, and I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go eat cheesecake for dinner now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-2178060009333438678?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/2178060009333438678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=2178060009333438678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2178060009333438678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2178060009333438678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/10/blergh.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-1210860879816024460</id><published>2008-10-16T17:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:32:04.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I should be in class right now. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few reasons for this. One is that my homework isn't done. I got the arts-and-crafts type bit done with no problem. (Drawing and coloring is very soothing. I should do it more often. That and yoga.) As for the rest... well, my concentration and focus failed me, partially due to a killer headache. This leads to reason number two - I feel like shit. Physically, I have a cold or something along those lines. So I am very tired and sniffly and headachy. Good times! But really, the cold isn't the worst of it. The problem is that I feel like shit mentally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a promise to myself a few months ago. I would take care of myself, find a doctor, get my medication adjusted. I haven't. Not even close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made half-hearted attempts to find a shrink, but I got frustrated quickly. Trying to find someone covered by my insurance, someone who is taking new patients, someone who answers their phone or at least returns messages... So far, no real luck. (Bonus! While I was typing this up I got a return call. It started off okay, until I said that I was mostly looking for medication management. I know me - if the pills are right, I'm generally pretty good. But all her med management spots are filled. So once again, I'm screwed. Yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, my meds have almost run out. I feel guilty about this, because I really should not have let it get to this point. For heaven's sake, I've been dealing with this for about eight or nine years now. I should know better than to wait until the last minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm feeling okay, I don't really think about it. And when I'm feeling bad - well, then I don't really want to deal with it, because I'd rather be curled up in bed or distracting myself with hours of crime shows than making phone call after phone call. I procrastinate with everything, why should my own health be any different? Of course, there's the fact that it's my health and well-being, but clearly that's not enough motivation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is that I'm tired. I'm tired of trying, caring, worrying, and working. I'm tired of being a responsible adult. I'm tired of feeling stressed, feeling isolated, feeling alone, feeling out of place. I'm tired of crying, of waking up in the middle of the night and not being able to get back to sleep. I'm tired of being tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Forgot!&lt;br /&gt;by Stevie Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a fearful solitude&lt;br /&gt;Within the careless multitude,&lt;br /&gt;And in the open country too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He mused, and then it seemed to him&lt;br /&gt;The solitude lay all within;&lt;br /&gt;He longed for some interior din:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some echo from the worldly rout,&lt;br /&gt;To indicated a common lot,&lt;br /&gt;Some charge that he might be about,&lt;br /&gt;But oh he felt that he was quite forgot.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-1210860879816024460?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/1210860879816024460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=1210860879816024460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1210860879816024460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1210860879816024460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-should-be-in-class-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-679839842658318601</id><published>2008-10-16T14:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T14:46:22.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate a lot of things when I have a headache. And right now I have a headache. So I hate the homework I'm working on, I hate the noises coming from upstairs, but most of all I hate the cellphone conversations. People aren't allowed to use their phones inside the library, so they stand just outside the door by the elevators and talk there. Sometimes they talk at length, which is how I learned much more than I ever wanted to know about one guy's evil landlady and the troubles he was having getting his security deposit back. This one girl has been out there for a good 15 minutes or so, and I can hear just enough to be annoyed. Her voice is grating on my last nerve, and I don't even get the minor pleasure of learning random useless factoids about her life, as she's speaking in French (I think - I could be wrong). Grar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. She's done now. Thank heavens. I'll just go back to hating my homework, then. Maybe I'll go get some Advil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-679839842658318601?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/679839842658318601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=679839842658318601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/679839842658318601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/679839842658318601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-lot-of-things-when-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-2411033275389750083</id><published>2008-10-16T09:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:37:32.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick, and I have been for a while now. I don't know what it is. Allergies? Maybe, but my eyes aren't itchy and I am not sneezing much, so I doubt it. Flu? Probably not, since I don't have a fever. Cold? This is the likely culprit, but why is it lasting for so damn long? Seriously, this is at least week 2 of this. And I am tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, the cold-thing has been evolving and changing all this time. It started with a non-stop runny nose, then everything became congested and stuffy, then all the mucus moved into my chest, and now it seems to be split between the chest and nose. I've been doing a decent amount of nose-blowing and sniffing, though at least it's no longer all the time. And since I got some Robitussin, my cough has been mostly under control. (Though I forgot to bring it with me to work on Tuesday night, which led me to coughing so hard that I threw up. Fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe the problem is that I'm continually exposed to germs. I work in a library, so I'm constantly touching books and things that have been touched by tons of other people. And I haven't had a real weekend for a a few months (1.5 days off does NOT count as a real weekend in my book, especially when much of it is spent cleaning or doing homework), so I'm tired and worn down, so my immune system probably isn't at its best. To be honest, I don't really remember the last time I wasn't tired or didn't have at least a bit of a runny nose. And that's worrisome. I want to be healthy, dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-2411033275389750083?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/2411033275389750083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=2411033275389750083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2411033275389750083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2411033275389750083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-sick-and-i-have-been-for-while-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-6913695671476481880</id><published>2008-09-28T23:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:09:57.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh so exciting discovery - seems they got rid of AppleWorks. I have TextEdit and that's all. I refuse to buy Word, because I don't like it, and it costs too much for how little I actually use it. Looks like I'm going to be downloading OpenOffice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-6913695671476481880?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/6913695671476481880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=6913695671476481880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6913695671476481880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6913695671476481880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-so-exciting-discovery-seems-they-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4494839630326540758</id><published>2008-09-28T22:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:37:46.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Erg. In my efforts to try to transfer my iCal stuff from my iPod to the new MacBook, I ended up erasing the stuff on the iPod instead. So if I ever jotted down a note about when your birthday is? Yeah, it's probably gone now. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4494839630326540758?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4494839630326540758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4494839630326540758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4494839630326540758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4494839630326540758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/09/erg.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4630448653213244079</id><published>2008-09-28T19:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T19:47:25.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My iBook died last night. It froze up and the trackpad stopped responding. I restarted. It made all the right noises, but the screen didn't light up. I turned it off, tried again. No good. Today I took it to a repair place. The verdict? The logic board, the brain of the computer, had died. My hard drive is fine and can be salvaged, which I'll look into soonish. But the computer is unusable without the logic board. Replacing it would cost somewhere around $700 - not worth it since the computer was 4 or so years old. So I went to the Apple store and picked up a shiny new MacBook. It's lovely, but it doesn't feel like mine yet. Right now I'm transferring music and some other stuff from my external hard drive, trying to get the settings just so, etc. And the computer is similar to what I had, but it's different enough that not all the shortcuts and habits that I had will work. I'm sure I'll get used to it, but for right now, I miss Athena.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4630448653213244079?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4630448653213244079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4630448653213244079&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4630448653213244079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4630448653213244079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-ibook-died-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-346997287115307585</id><published>2008-09-03T23:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T00:00:05.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was a TV night. Some Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune on in the background while doing dishes and eating dinner, and then the 2 hour premiere of &lt;i&gt;American's Next Top Model&lt;/i&gt;. This season features Isis, a MtF transgendered woman, and she's amazing. She was sought out by Tyra and co. after being one of the background models in the homeless shoot last season. Homeless woman becomes model? Good TV fodder. Transgendered homeless woman becomes model? Wow. But Tyra and the show's judges and producers are dealing with the issue in a pretty respectful and cool way, as are many of the contestants. Some of the other contestants? Not so much. Grr. But Isis took great photos and wowed the judges (2 of whom didn't know she was trans until the panel discussion) and got called second, so she she'll be sticking around for a bit, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we switched over to the Republican National Convention. Why? I don't know. First up: Rudy Giuliani, with one of the most mean-spirited and condescending political speeches I have ever heard. Seriously, my jaw dropped at the way he said "community organizer." The level of cruel mockery in that speech was appalling. It was followed up with Sarah Palin's speech, a horribly bland thing that spent way too much time talking about her family. Yes, family is important. Yes, you are a mother. (Side note: Piper Palin is frigging adorable, and the camera caught her licking her hand and then slicking down her baby brother's hair. Hilarious.) But come on. When people are questioning your experience and ability, is it really a good plan to spend about half the speech focusing on your family? Mention them and move on. Of course, while I was bored with the family talk, I got grumpy when she talked about politics, so maybe I'm just hard to please. Or just too liberal to listen to that crap without my blood pressure rising significantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one last political note: I am now registered to vote in the state of New York. Twice. That's right, the state of New York essentially committed voter fraud for me and sent me two different voter registration cards. Exact same info on both except the serial number. I tried to call them and straighten it out today, but I couldn't get through to a an actual person. I guess I'll have to go to their office next week. Fun times!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-346997287115307585?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/346997287115307585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=346997287115307585&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/346997287115307585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/346997287115307585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/09/tonight-was-tv-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-5900638740549675106</id><published>2008-08-26T22:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T22:59:48.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's possible I'm drunk (okay, it's certain I'm at least a bit tipsy), and it's true that I was already a little bummed out today. But neither of those fully explain why a few minutes ago I was bawling in front of the TV during the introductory video to Hillary Clinton's DNC speech. On this day in 1920, the 19th Amendment was put in effect, giving women the right to vote. 88 years later, we have 18 million cracks in the glass ceiling. But the ceiling is still there. Hopefully it won't take another 88 years to finally smash it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-5900638740549675106?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/5900638740549675106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=5900638740549675106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5900638740549675106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5900638740549675106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-possible-im-drunk-okay-its-certain.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-647417099013864125</id><published>2008-08-21T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T12:05:05.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear 20th Century Fox: I hate you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117990722.html?categoryid=13&amp;cs=1"&gt;What is this crap about suing Warner Brothers over &lt;i&gt;Watchmen&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt; More specifically, what the hell is with this: "Surprisingly, Fox said it would rather see the film killed instead of collecting a percentage of the box office." Seriously? Do you want to have the fans screaming for your heads? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can make a better movie? Because I highly doubt it. Have you seen the &lt;a href="http://watchmenmovie.warnerbros.com/"&gt;trailer&lt;/a&gt;? It's fantastic. Visually, it's stunning. It looks like the graphic novel come to life. I'm not sure who thought to cast Jeffery Dean Morgan (aka Denny Duquette on &lt;i&gt;Grey's Anatomy&lt;/i&gt;) as the Comedian; I associate him with rom-com type shit, but I'll be damned if he doesn't at least look the part. The casting look great, especially when you consider some of the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0409459/trivia"&gt;earlier casting suggestions&lt;/a&gt; (Robin Williams as Rorschah? Richard Gere or Kevin Costner for Nite Owl? WTF?). The Smashing Pumpkins's song is perfect too. I love the trailer. I just finished the book, and I'm anxiously awaiting March so I can see the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ruin this for me, Fox. You already pissed me off with some of the stuff you did to the X-Men movies, and while I enjoyed &lt;i&gt;From Hell&lt;/i&gt;, it was nothing like the graphic novel. I haven't read &lt;i&gt;The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen&lt;/i&gt;, so I can't compare it with the movie version, but the movie wasn't that great. Just step away from Alan Moore's work. Take your cut from WB, but for heaven's sake, let this movie be released. I need it for my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Warner Brothers? If for some reason you've attempted to water down &lt;i&gt;Watchmen&lt;/i&gt; to get a PG-13 rating, I will find those responsible and kick them in the shins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-647417099013864125?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/647417099013864125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=647417099013864125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/647417099013864125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/647417099013864125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-20th-century-fox-i-hate-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-1075321884756016715</id><published>2008-08-13T16:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T16:53:55.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I mentioned in an earlier post that many of my favorite Jez commenters have started their own blogs. You can find most of them listed over in the sidebar, but I thought I'd highlight some of them, starting with the fashion blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://geometricsleep.blogspot.com/"&gt;geometricsleep.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laia reviews fashion shows, posts pictures of things she likes (and things she hates), and showcases some of her own fashion choices. She is much cooler and way more daring with her style than I'll ever be; the site serves as a nice reminder to take some risks once in a while. The site has also been featured on &lt;a href="http://www.elle.com/fashionreport/14083/new-style-blogs.html"&gt;elle.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fitforafemme.wordpress.com/"&gt;Fit for a Femme&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Bone Jones chronicles her outfits and occasionally shows off her tomboy. This site is wonderful, and Jonesy tells you what the items are and where she got them in addition to posting photos. At some point I should go through the archives and compile a list of designers/brands/shops to check out, but I'd probably end up spending too much money. Besides, I could never look as fabulous as SBJ; I certainly can't compete with her shiny, shiny hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nadarine.com/"&gt;Nadarine: I'm not drunk, I'm brilliant.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadarine writes about more than fashion stuff, but she often posts photos of her awesome outfits, so it definitely needs to be on this list. I want to steal many of her dresses as well as her vintage Mary Janes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the the ladies listed above have inspired me to step up my fashion game a bit. They make it look so easy! Of course, since I was stuck in a jeans and t-shirt rut, there wasn't really anywhere to go but up. But still. Today I'm wearing a dress and gladiator sandals. Sandals that aren't flip flops! Will wonders never cease?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a bit more practical than inspirational is &lt;a href="http://katoleary.typepad.com/frugal_kitten/"&gt;Frugal Kitten&lt;/a&gt;, who finds and shares deals. She hasn't been posting much recently, perhaps because it's not always easy to find cheap but nice clothes and accessories. Or maybe she's just busy at the moment. Either way, hopefully she'll be back in full force sometime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-1075321884756016715?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/1075321884756016715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=1075321884756016715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1075321884756016715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1075321884756016715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-mentioned-in-earlier-post-that-many.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-3749242884750233035</id><published>2008-08-11T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T11:59:25.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Olympics time. I've been watching some of it, at least when my television lets me. (Seriously, it's a matter of if the TV is cooperating or not. My reception of NBC is fairly crappy - if you cross your legs with the right leg on top, it might be crystal clear; left leg on top, nothing but static; uncrossed legs, picture but no sound. It's highly unpredictable.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've managed to catch some men's gymnastics, a bit of beach volleyball and women's gymnastics, and some swimming. I don't really care about volleyball, and the women's gymnastics always creeps me out a tiny bit, though I do think it's awesome that there's a 30-something year old woman on the German team. Men's gymnastics is insanely impressive, especially the rings, high bar, and parallel bars. I also love the pommel horse - I'm curious if any of these guys have tried break-dancing before; some of the routines would translate pretty well, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming I find less interesting, mostly because all you can really see is a bunch of splashing. Enter technology. They have the World Record line projected onto the screen during some races; it's this green line that moves along the pool showing the WR speed. Usually people are a bit behind it; sometimes their hand is a bit ahead of it and they narrowly beat it. Or in the case of the men's 4x100 freestyle relay last night, half of the pool is keeping up with the line and a couple of people are a full body length ahead of it. It was insane. The US's B team beat the record in the semi-final; the A team obliterated it in the finals. It seems a record is broken in every swimming event - I watched a heat of the women's 400m freestyle semi-finals; Katie Hoff from the US beat the Olympic record that had been in place for about 20 years. The very next heat an Italian woman beats this new record. Craziness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-3749242884750233035?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/3749242884750233035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=3749242884750233035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3749242884750233035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3749242884750233035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-olympics-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-1971094104341462171</id><published>2008-08-08T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:27:16.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got back from my week-long trip to my parents' yesterday, and I took today off work to regroup. Vacations are never as relaxing as you want them to be. I went to a wedding, caught up with a friend, visited family, did some shopping, and went to the zoo. Oh, and I got sick. That part was especially fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways today was more relaxing than the rest of the week had been. I'm feeling a bit better (though still not great - curse you, runny nose!) and got to sleep in a bit. I also went to the DMV. Not relaxing, definitely time-consuming, but also happily uneventful. I now have my interim NY state driver's license and have filled out my voter registration form. The rest of the day was spent lazing about, napping, and watching some &lt;i&gt;Buffy&lt;/i&gt;. I'm re-watching the series (when it was on TV, I watched until they went to college) and I'm on season 2 now. This means Spike and Oz, yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unrelated news, the weather needs to stop thwarting me. Specifically the clouds. The temperature is great right now (so nice after the horrible heat of the Midwest!), but it started to pour just as I got off the subway at Coney Island today. I went to a tiny bit of effort to look decent for my ID photo, and then I got drenched. *shakes fist at sky* Hopefully I won't look too much like a drowned rat in the picture - waiting in line allowed me to dry off somewhat, at least. When I left the DMV the weather was lovely again, so when I got home I decided to sit out on the fire escape and get a bit of sun. Cue dark clouds and yet another downpour. At least the second time I made it indoors before the rain. And tomorrow is supposed to be nice, so maybe I'll go out and head over to the park at some point. Don't thwart me again, clouds. I need the exercise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-1971094104341462171?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/1971094104341462171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=1971094104341462171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1971094104341462171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1971094104341462171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-back-from-my-week-long-trip-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-3819337886536027708</id><published>2008-08-03T18:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T18:27:55.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amazon will be selling a special collector's edition of J.K. Rowling's &lt;i&gt;The Tales of Beedle the Bard&lt;/i&gt;, and it looks AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51y7E623IuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51y7E623IuL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-3819337886536027708?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/3819337886536027708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=3819337886536027708&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3819337886536027708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3819337886536027708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/08/amazon-will-be-selling-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-598631752270149931</id><published>2008-08-01T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:09:21.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate writing papers. You would think that as an English major in college I would have found an approach that works for me, but no. Unless procrastinating and writing at a rate of about a paragraph an hour counts as a valid approach. It certainly doesn't count as a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; approach. It's like pulling teeth. Write a bit, distract myself until the pain eases up, write a bit more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the research and outline portions of papers -- in fact, I usually enjoy those. As long as I'm at least slightly interested in a topic, I'm happy to seek out articles, essays, etc. and skim them. Taking information from those and coming up with a rough outline usually isn't too bad either. It's just taking everything and pulling it together into a coherent lengthy paper that I have trouble with. By the time I sit down to write, I've generally thought about the topic so much that I'm tired of it. I just don't care anymore. This is one of the reasons I'm going to become a librarian. I'll just need to find information and resources; it'll be up to other people to take those things and create a paper from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, right now I'm in library school, and guess what? I have to write papers. Currently I'm working on writing a research proposal, a mockup of something that could conceivably be published if I actually performed the study, sent out the survey, etc. I'm interested in my topic/question (How have advances in technology and digitization impacted artists' book collections?) but as usual, the paper-writing process is brutal. (Note to self: try to avoid jobs that want me to actually publish things. An academic librarianship with faculty standing is probably not in my future.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I'm learning some interesting things, such as the names of places that have collections of artists' books. Did you know that Yale's Arts Library has an Arts of the Book collection? It does! This is from &lt;a href="http://www.library.yale.edu/aob/"&gt;their website&lt;/a&gt;: "The Arts of the Book Collection (AOB) / Arts Library Special Collections Reading Room is a research facility housed in the Sterling Memorial Library. Wooden bookshelves with decorative carvings hold the collection, which contains both examples of and reference materials about the arts related to the book. Topics such as binding, book history, illustration, calligraphy, graphic design, paper making and decorative papers, typography and more are represented. Contemporary examples of artists' books and fine printing are housed alongside more traditional publications." Someone please give me a job here when I graduate, okay? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, in order to graduate and be qualified for a job at a place like that, I really need to finish this paper. Curses. Back to work I go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-598631752270149931?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/598631752270149931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=598631752270149931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/598631752270149931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/598631752270149931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-writing-papers.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-3291129013711455249</id><published>2008-07-30T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T13:54:04.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am, by and large, a creature of habit. I don't like being daring. I am hesitant to try new foods. I like finding a routine that works for me and sticking with it. This is true for hygiene/beauty products as well. I've pretty much stuck with 2 lotion scents for the past 5 or 6 years. Unless I have a strong desire for burgundy, blue, or black nails, I general paint my toenails silver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drugstores, however, seem to be conspiring against me. It started with the body wash. I have tried many over the years, but some time in college I settled on Caress's Berry Indulging. Then I couldn't find it anywhere. So I switched to something else. Next time I ran out, I couldn't find that one, either. Last time I got St. Ives Vanilla; I ran out recently and haven't been able to find any, so I've gone back to an Oil of Olay body wash I've used before. It's annoying, because I can have some trouble finding a scent that I like, but it's not the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real catastrophe? The apparent disappearance of my favorite shampoo. I occasionally use anti-dandruff or clarifying shampoos, but the bottle that has always been there for me is good old Suave Strawberry Shampoo. More recently it's been Suave Fresh Mountain Strawberry, but it's basically the same. I spent lunch today attempting to track down a bottle. I visited 3 different drugstores with absolutely no luck. They have Suave Green Apple and VO5 Strawberries &amp; Cream, but no Suave Strawberry. This is a problem. I cannot bring myself to buy a different shampoo. The scent is part of my shower experience, and I refuse to part with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I don't think the scent has been discontinued; a quick Google shopping search yields plenty of results. Of course, I'd feel a bit absurd buying cheap shampoo online, so I'm going to try to see if I can find any while I'm visiting my parents. But if that fails, I'm probably going to cave. I need that sweet strawberry smell, and buythecase.net is selling a case of 6 bottles for $15.42.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-3291129013711455249?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/3291129013711455249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=3291129013711455249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3291129013711455249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3291129013711455249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-by-and-large-creature-of-habit.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-3847625212085509350</id><published>2008-07-17T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:06:37.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Information you will hopefully never verify for yourself: If you drink a large glass of apple juice and end up throwing up soon afterwards, the vomit will in fact taste/smell vaguely of apples. This does not make the experience any more pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Related: Does anyone know if preserves (standard store-bought strawberry preserves) go bad? The jar was refrigerated, it wasn't that old (certainly wasn't past the expiration date), but it may be responsible for my unhappy stomach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-3847625212085509350?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/3847625212085509350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=3847625212085509350&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3847625212085509350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3847625212085509350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/07/information-you-will-hopefully-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-7857735943649936719</id><published>2008-07-11T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T11:02:02.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm redoing the layout and look of this site, and it'll probably be changing a lot until I find something I'm happy with. I'm also thinking I'll switch from my current commenting system to the built-in Blogger comments (which didn't exist when I started this site in 2003!), so old comments will disappear, unfortunately. But the archives will reappear, so if you have a craving for high school and college angst, you'll be able to get your fill. Yay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-7857735943649936719?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/7857735943649936719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=7857735943649936719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7857735943649936719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7857735943649936719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-redoing-layout-and-look-of-this-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4266299550364167572</id><published>2008-07-09T12:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T12:02:53.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There's been a bit of a kerfluffle over at Jezebel, a site that has been very near and dear to me this past year. In many ways it's a complicated bit of internet politics and grudges, but &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/mwt/broadsheet/2008/07/08/jezebels/"&gt;this Salon article&lt;/a&gt; sums up many aspects of the recent shit-storm pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of the "old guard" commenters have been leaving (or getting banned), and the quality of the comments has been changing for the past few months. I used to read all the comments on certain posts, but lately I can't get through many unless the subject is very important to me. (I did skim all 1000+ comments of a recent post discussing Moe and Tracie's appearance on &lt;i&gt;Thinking and Drinking&lt;/i&gt;, but this is because a) I'm insane and b) I was working the evening shift and didn't have much to do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jezebel got me through some rough periods this year - feeling lonely and friendless in NYC, a heart-wrenching breakup, bouts of renewed depression. And for that, I am grateful to it and for it. I met some great people because of it, and I'm hoping I'll stay friends with many of them. Some of them have their own wonderful blogs, and I'm turning to them to feel the procrastination void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to abandon Jezebel completely - there's still some great posts on it. I strongly recommend reading things posted by Megan C and Dodai, and some of the other contributers are good too. The "Fine Lines" feature on Fridays is great. But I'm going to pare down my 'friends' list, maybe use it to track great commenters so I can read their stuff without having to wade through the rest. I'm going to try  not to get emotionally invested. It's draining and time-consuming, and the costs aren't worth the benefits anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In some ways, I guess I'm just fickle. I'll get devoted to or obsessed with something - a band, a website, a comic strip - and then I'll get burned out and just stop. The best of the bunch manage to renew my interest; these are the things I stick with. We'll see if Jezebel manages to make the cut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4266299550364167572?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4266299550364167572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4266299550364167572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4266299550364167572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4266299550364167572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/07/theres-been-bit-of-kerfluffle-over-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-3617056332636269719</id><published>2008-07-03T10:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T10:13:29.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>More informative tidbits about life in New York:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The times you desperately want to sit on the subway because you're dead on your feet are inevitably the times that you can't find a seat. Sometimes the world will taunt you with half a seat, someplace where you could rest if only that guy would close his legs and that woman would put her purse on her lap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. New York is a big place, but once you've settled into a routine, it doesn't feel that way. At some point, the coffee guy will start to make your coffee (just the way you like it) even before you've finished saying good morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-3617056332636269719?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/3617056332636269719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=3617056332636269719&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3617056332636269719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3617056332636269719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-informative-tidbits-about-life-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-3876769836866666614</id><published>2008-06-26T17:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:36:45.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My archives seem to have disappeared, which is a bit frustrating. Sure, they're filled with high school emo-ness, but they're mine, dammit! I don't think I accidentally deleted any important code when changing the list o' links, so I'm not sure what's up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-3876769836866666614?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/3876769836866666614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=3876769836866666614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3876769836866666614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/3876769836866666614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-archives-seem-to-have-disappeared.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-1229947914329984805</id><published>2008-06-26T12:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:08:52.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've lived in New York City for a little over a year now, and I've learned a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not make eye contact with anyone holding a clipboard on the sidewalk. If you do so accidentally, break it quickly and keep walking. The clipboard people general support good causes (Greenpeace, the Democratic party, gay rights, etc), which makes the guilt that much harder to deal with if you actually engage with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I apparently send out vibes of friendly direction-givingness, at least when I'm near Washington Square Park. I get asked for directions all the time, even when I'm wearing headphones. The lost souls will let half a dozen people go past and single me out. I think I've only (accidentally, I swear) misdirected a few of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mixed drinks are more expensive here, but they're also stronger. I don't know why, really, but just know that your usual limit is not a good gauge of how much you can drink. Trust me. If you end up ignoring these words and smashing your forehead into a window that is closer than it appears, well, that's your own fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Speaking of deceptive windows: do not lean in closer to examine those pretty decorative eggs or whatever is on display in that gallery. It will only bring about embarrassment and pain. Again, just trust me on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-1229947914329984805?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/1229947914329984805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=1229947914329984805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1229947914329984805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1229947914329984805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-lived-in-new-york-city-for-little.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-2832649141687456528</id><published>2008-06-25T21:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T22:37:59.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm trying to convince myself that it's okay to spend money. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain areas where I have no problem with it, mostly when it comes to buying books. I've started buying CDs again, though I'm trying to get used stuff when I can. I even bought some new video games a couple of weeks ago. Where I have trouble is when it comes to buying clothes. I have to talk myself into spending more than about $20 on a single item. I'll stand in the dressing room, going through what I could wear it with, question if I actually need it, looking for fitting problems that will make me put it back on the rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't a problem when I was younger, probably because I was using my parents' money. Actually, that's not quite true, since this problem first manifested while they were still paying my bills. I guess after going through my closet so many times, after getting rid of so many barely worn clothes, I started to feel guilty. I started to analyze my purchases more, to reconsider things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In many ways, this is a good thing. Most of the clothes that I have now are items I wear on a fairly regular basis, except for the fancier dresses and such. (On that note - someone, please invite me to a swanky cocktail party. I have the dress, but no place to wear it.) However, I'm also in a bit of a rut. I'm afraid to count and see how many grey and black t-shirts I have. I'm trying to branch out slowly - for instance, I've gotten a few shirts that are a bit nicer and aren't grey, black, or navy. But each purchase is a battle for me, especially if it involves colors. Will I actually wear a purple blouson tee? (Answer: Yes. But hesitantly.) Will I wear something with ruffles or flounces? (Answer: So far, no.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle becomes much more involved when the price increases. It's not like I'm shopping in designer boutiques or anything, either. (Confession: I am &lt;i&gt;terrified&lt;/i&gt; of going into nice, non-chain clothing stores. I stare at the windows wistfully and then flee.) I'm talking about J. Crew or Banana Republic. And it's not like I'm buying trendy things that can only be worn for a season. The black eyelet a-line skirt I wore today? I think I've had it since 8th or 9th grade. I like simple, classic stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory, this sort of clothing is what one SHOULD spend a bit more money on. They're the wardrobe staples, the investment pieces. But I have so much trouble doing it. I'm an adult now. (Supposedly). While I can get away with wearing jeans and a t-shirt to work every day, I feel like I should be stepping it up a notch. I want to dress nicer. I pet soft sweaters, sigh over lovely pinstriped skirts. But as soon as I see the price tag, I freak out a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I made progress. I went to J. Crew to look at a dress that was on sale online. They didn't have it, but I tried on some other stuff, including &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/catalog/product.jhtml?id=prod95804151&amp;catId=cat304189"&gt;a dark grey knit dress&lt;/a&gt; and a navy blue a-line skirt, which I bought. Of course, I'm still not 100% convinced that I should have bought them. That's why the tags are still on them. If they past the roommate test, they'll get moved into the closet. Then I'll force myself to wear them. And I'll continue my baby steps toward dressing more like an adult. Admittedly, these steps are being taken in cheap flip-flops, but that's an issue to deal with another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-2832649141687456528?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/2832649141687456528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=2832649141687456528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2832649141687456528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/2832649141687456528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-trying-to-convince-myself-that-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-7356171220497578663</id><published>2008-05-19T10:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T11:01:21.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the fluff/down in my comforter has shifted to the bottom, so in an effort to redistribute it, I decided to hang it and another blanket over the fire escape this weekend. For awhile, it was fine. It was a little windy, so I sat out there with it, keeping it anchored. Then I decided to check my email, so I crawled back into the apartment. Just then, a big gust of wind came and grabbed the blankets. One fell on the ground 3 floors down; the comforter got caught on a bush. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got to climb down the fire escape and retrieve the blankets. This led to a few discoveries: 1) The fire escape ladder is HEAVY. God forbid there's ever a fire in my apartment that prevents me from going out the front door. 2) Once you're in the 'back yard' of the building, there's no easy way out, at least not that I could see. I got my blankets and stood in the yard, looking for a way out. The only option, it seemed, was to climb back up the fire escape - a tricky feat when laden with a 2 double-bed blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you need help?" I squinted and looked up. It was two of my downstairs neighbors; the little boys that helped me and my roommate move in. One of them climbed out the window. After I explained the situation, he climbed halfway down the ladder, and I handed him one blanket, and then the other. Then I climbed up and, with the help of the boy, pulled the super-heavy escape ladder up. Thanking the boy profusely, I took my blankets back upstairs, shook them out, and took them inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new effort to redistribute the down involves flipping the comforter over. It means that I have a tag in my face while I sleep, but it's a hell of a lot easier than doing battle with the ladder again. Also, I think I'll be looking into clothes pins for any future airing attempts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-7356171220497578663?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/7356171220497578663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=7356171220497578663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7356171220497578663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7356171220497578663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-fluffdown-in-my-comforter-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-5086128291128623092</id><published>2008-03-05T10:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T10:15:23.079-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's spring cleaning time! I've closed/deleted my Hotmail accounts, finally. I kept forgetting to check them every 30 days, so I lost all of the emails I had been saving anyway, which was sad. I also got rid of Friendster, since I never used that, and I think I'm going to take down my personal website as well - it hasn't been updated in 4 years or so, I've lost interest in it, and there's not too much there anyway. I'm not sure if I have the originals of those files anymore, though, so I probably want to try to copy things before I remove them for good. At some point I may even update the various links that I have here - try to actually reflect what sites I'm interested in now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably do some physical spring cleaning to the apartment too, instead of concentrating on the online stuff...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-5086128291128623092?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/5086128291128623092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=5086128291128623092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5086128291128623092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5086128291128623092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-spring-cleaning-time-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-7743239772286720390</id><published>2008-02-26T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T15:36:40.537-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My hair this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/R8TYzyB-DRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/y1muwFuPiwo/s1600-h/100_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/R8TYzyB-DRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/y1muwFuPiwo/s320/100_0380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171496656243133714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/R8TY0iB-DSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2MsPMbX098Y/s1600-h/100_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/R8TY0iB-DSI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2MsPMbX098Y/s320/100_0387.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171496669128035618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably the most dramatic haircut I've gotten since 4th grade, when I went from hair down to my waist to shoulder-length.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-7743239772286720390?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/7743239772286720390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=7743239772286720390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7743239772286720390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7743239772286720390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-hair-this-morning-my-hair-now-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/R8TYzyB-DRI/AAAAAAAAAAc/y1muwFuPiwo/s72-c/100_0380.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-5186037671372583008</id><published>2008-01-16T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T08:55:43.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I've posted. Life is fairly good,and I start my MSLIS classes next week. MSLIS = Master of Science in Library and Information Science. And it'll be an MSLIS with a concentration in Rare Books and Special Collections, so maybe I should make it MSLIS:RBSC, or something. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real reason for this post, however: shiny things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am now the proud owner of the beautiful Heavy Red red and black brocade Victorian corset, an item that I have drooled over for at least a year. It was on clearance (I may have gotten the very last one - it's no longer available), it was in my size, so I bought it. Practical? No. Amazingly gorgeous? Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Apple is ridiculous. To be more precise, the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/macbookair/"&gt;MacBook Air&lt;/a&gt; is ridiculous. Between 0.16 and 0.76 inch thin? 3 pounds? Craziness. I do, however, want the &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/timecapsule/"&gt;Time Capsule&lt;/a&gt;. Automatic wireless backup AND a Wi-Fi base station? Too cool. But I don't have the right operating system, and I already have an external hard drive and a wireless router - so it's completely unnecessary. But damn cool anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-5186037671372583008?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/5186037671372583008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=5186037671372583008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5186037671372583008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5186037671372583008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2008/01/its-been-ages-since-ive-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-8639149339176995909</id><published>2007-09-22T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T10:48:17.558-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>After more than 3 months, I have finally found a decent replacement for the science center coffee bar. Or to be more accurate, for their mocha smoothies. Au Bon Pain has an okay mocha drink, but it's the wrong consistency. The guy with the cart in front of work has good, cheap coffee - both regular and iced - but it's not the same. But today on my way in to work, I walked down 3rd instead of 4th, craving caffeine, and a little shop caught my eye. I don't remember what it's called, but I'm sure I'll be able to find it again. First big plus: cranberry orange muffins. Second plus: iced mocha. I ordered it thinking it would be like most regular iced coffee, but no, this was blended smoothie style, just like the ones from the science center. Heavenly. One wouldn't think that finding a replacement for Swat's mocha smoothies would have been very important, but you have to keep in mind that they were what got me through junior year. I cut back a bit senior spring, but still - they were my go-to caffeine fix. This new replacement is missing the whipped cream option, and they're too expensive to get all the time, but still, at least the cravings can now be satisfied. Yum. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-8639149339176995909?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/8639149339176995909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=8639149339176995909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8639149339176995909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8639149339176995909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/09/after-more-than-3-months-i-have-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-8433552853447891285</id><published>2007-09-18T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T22:13:04.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The process of applying to library school has officially begun - I filled out a request for an application. So now I need to get my rec letters together, update my resume, and write my personal statement. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been spending a lot of time with a cute, geeky Australian boy. My cat Schrodinger has been extra cuddly and affectionate, which is nice. The weather has been lovely. And, as always, I'm tired. I suppose you can't have it all, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-8433552853447891285?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/8433552853447891285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=8433552853447891285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8433552853447891285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8433552853447891285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/09/process-of-applying-to-library-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-6226460962690310880</id><published>2007-09-04T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T00:21:26.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Right, so it's been awhile. I'm still alive and actually doing rather well. I have managed to successfully find an apartment, graduate from college, move to Brooklyn, start work, and get a cat. I've just completed my 3 month probation period at work, so now I have insurance. Basically I've spent the past 3 months enjoying my new low-stress lifestyle. Free time! Reading for pleasure! No homework! There's rent and bills to pay, of course, but thus far it hasn't been too bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I plan on adding new stressors in the coming months -- I'm hoping to start classes for a master's in library science in the spring, and then in the fall I want to add classes for another master's, this one in costume studies. (Not costume design - it's more the history and culture of clothes than how to create costumes for theatre - info on the program can be found &lt;a href="http://steinhardt.nyu.edu/depts/art/programs/31"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.) In about 4 or 5 years I'll hopefully have completed both programs and will be able to get a job at a fantastic place like the Met's Costume Library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this means, of course, that I'll probably be living in New York for longer than my originally-intended 2 or 3 years. But as long as I'm not living in Manhattan itself, I'm fine with that. My neighborhood is pretty quiet and safe, there are plenty of parks scattered throughout the city, and there's lots to do (when I can motivate myself to do anything other than loaf, of course). I was worried that I'd hate it here, but it's grown on me rather quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, one of the things I miss most about Swat (besides, of course, the people and the wonderfully strange conversations) are the plants. The city has lots of parks, but they're mostly patchy grass and trees as opposed to the lush greenery of the arboretum. It strikes me most whenever I walk by this flower shop near work - if I breathe in deeply, it reminds me of being in one of the gardens. A weird bit of nostalgia, I suppose. It's somewhat balanced by the joy of being in a state with sensible liquor laws - it's just so nice to be able to grab a bottle of wine or some cider at the grocery store, though it's certainly not as entertaining as an expedition to Delaware. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-6226460962690310880?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/6226460962690310880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=6226460962690310880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6226460962690310880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6226460962690310880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/09/right-so-its-been-awhile.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-5664976072588347163</id><published>2007-05-21T23:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T23:20:24.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a job! Starting on June 11th, I'll be working at the library of NYU's Courant Institute. Now I just need to find an apartment... Well, that and graduate, but there's not much more I can do about that - all of my work is done and handed in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-5664976072588347163?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/5664976072588347163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=5664976072588347163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5664976072588347163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5664976072588347163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-have-job-starting-on-june-11th-ill-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-8840849263642667133</id><published>2007-04-30T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T22:02:24.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My very last radio show playlist ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Walkmen - The Rat&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - He War&lt;br /&gt;Beulah - Silver Lining&lt;br /&gt;Yo La Tengo - Sugarcube&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio - Staring at the Sun&lt;br /&gt;The Postal Service - Nothing Better&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party - Banquet&lt;br /&gt;Sleater-Kinney - You’re No Rock n’ Roll Fun&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girls Make Graves - Chemical, Chemical&lt;br /&gt;Ted Leo/Pharmacists - The High Party&lt;br /&gt;The Arcade Fire - Neighborhood #2 (Laika)&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Smith - The Enemy is You&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - The Dress Looks Nice on You&lt;br /&gt;Stars - Calendar Girl&lt;br /&gt;Mates of State - Nature and the Wreck&lt;br /&gt;Neko Case - Fox Confessor Brings the Flood&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Goats - Dilaudid&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - Only in Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-8840849263642667133?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/8840849263642667133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=8840849263642667133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8840849263642667133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8840849263642667133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-very-last-radio-show-playlist-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-6639025801507728261</id><published>2007-04-26T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T20:08:48.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Julia Stiles is starring in and producing an adaptation of &lt;i&gt;The Bell Jar&lt;/i&gt;. I came upon this news this morning at Pajiba.com, and I also saw it on Gawker.com. When I read it on Pajiba, I was hopeful - I like Stiles, mostly because I still enjoy &lt;I&gt;Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;/i&gt;, and I'm a fan of Sylvia Plath's work. The Gawker post made me a bit worried, but it's really the item in &lt;a href="http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117963712.html?categoryid=13&amp;cs=1"&gt;Variety&lt;/a href&gt; that made me lose hope: "Book has many dark overtones, but Rattray said the project will emphasize some of the more uplifting elements. "Esther Greenwood has a strong outlook on life, and we're really looking to bring out the humor in the character," she said. "We don't want to do a depressing descent into the world of suicide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's &lt;i&gt;THE BELL JAR&lt;/i&gt;, people! There's more than one suicide attempt, electro-shock therapy, and a very bloody deflowering. It's been a while since I've read it, but according to Wikipedia, the end is very open-ended. I imagine that will change - they're probably going to tack on a happy ending where she returns to society all better. Yes, there is some humor, and Esther is strong in some ways, but it's hard to say someone "has a strong outlook on life" when they worry about their future, see no desirable options available to them, and try to kill themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is just another instance of my inability to escape Sylvia Plath. I'm working on my senior English essay (topic: biography in the interpretation of poetry, focusing on Plath as an example), and I was sketching out my plan for my final book arts project today (a flexagon book featuring Plath's 'Lady Lazarus').&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-6639025801507728261?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/6639025801507728261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=6639025801507728261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6639025801507728261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6639025801507728261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/04/julia-stiles-is-starring-in-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-799421880937651212</id><published>2007-04-23T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T22:28:52.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight was my best of the semester show; next week should be my last show and will be the best of all 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hold Steady - Hot Soft Light&lt;br /&gt;Tralala - Yellow Taxi&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - Rehab&lt;br /&gt;Feist - When I Was a Young Girl&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - Living Proof&lt;br /&gt;M. Ward - Right in the Head&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Bushwick Junkie&lt;br /&gt;The Arcade Fire - No Cars Go&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - Exodus Damage&lt;br /&gt;Neko Case - Look for Me (I’ll Be Around)&lt;br /&gt;Eels - Not Ready Yet&lt;br /&gt;Beulah - Emma Blowgun’s Last Stand&lt;br /&gt;Yo La Tengo - Mr. Tough&lt;br /&gt;Cold War Kids - We Used to Vacation&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio - Hours&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-799421880937651212?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/799421880937651212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=799421880937651212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/799421880937651212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/799421880937651212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/04/tonight-was-my-best-of-semester-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-1020442131601835320</id><published>2007-04-17T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:48:11.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The playlist for this week's show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Arcade Fire - Windowsill&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - Love and Communication&lt;br /&gt;Neko Case - Pretty Girls&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Goats - Dance Music&lt;br /&gt;Pedro the Lion - Big Trucks&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - The Mistress Witch from McClure (or, The Mind That Knows Itself)&lt;br /&gt;Wilco - Pot Kettle Black&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene - 7/4 (Shoreline)&lt;br /&gt;Built to Spill - Goin’ Against Your Mind&lt;br /&gt;* Tralala - We’re Coming Out&lt;br /&gt;Beulah - Cruel Minor Change&lt;br /&gt;* Of Montreal - Gronlandic Edit&lt;br /&gt;* Feist - Mushaboom&lt;br /&gt;* Amy Winehouse - Back to Black&lt;br /&gt;Tori Amos - Talula (The Tornado Mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The webcast was down (probably due to the lovely weather and subsequent power outage), so we were only broadcasting locally. Which means I probably had a grand total of maybe one listener. Maybe. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I applied to three more jobs this weekend, bringing the grand total up to eight. Whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm off to bed, but first: Happy birthday, Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-1020442131601835320?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/1020442131601835320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=1020442131601835320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1020442131601835320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1020442131601835320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/04/playlist-for-this-weeks-show-arcade.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4941567935485384791</id><published>2007-04-09T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T21:58:44.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The playlist for my special “The Future is Scary, Eep!” show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eels - Not Ready Yet&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - Ambition&lt;br /&gt;# Skating Club - Panic and Doubt&lt;br /&gt;Blur - The Debt Collector&lt;br /&gt;The Cure - Subway Song&lt;br /&gt;The Gothic Archies - The World is a Very Scary Place&lt;br /&gt;Desaparecidos - Survival of the Fittest/It’s a Jungle Out There&lt;br /&gt;Operation Ivy - Big City&lt;br /&gt;Le Tigre - My My Metrocard&lt;br /&gt;Enon - Normal is Happening&lt;br /&gt;The Fitness - Day Job&lt;br /&gt;# New Order - Working Overtime&lt;br /&gt;Sleater-Kinney - By the Time You’re 25&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor - The Ghost of Corporate Future&lt;br /&gt;# Trembling Blue Stars - Hurry Home Through the Crowds&lt;br /&gt;Harvey Danger - Pike St./Park Slope&lt;br /&gt;The Walkmen - 138th Street&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Goats - This Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4941567935485384791?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4941567935485384791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4941567935485384791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4941567935485384791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4941567935485384791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/04/playlist-for-my-special-future-is-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-6770178086520510201</id><published>2007-04-03T14:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T14:15:10.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you start mapping out apartment locations (thank heavens for Goggle Map, btw), interesting things happen. For instance, I just had a group of 5 promising apartments turn into a set of 2 apartments - because 4 of the listings were for the exact same place, by the same realty company. Different brokers, though, so different text/descriptions - and, oddly enough, different prices. $1800, $1875, $2000, $2000. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually this sort of overlap is frustrating, but there has been one exception - 2 listings for the same Kensington apartment, both by the owner, both that sounded like really promising apartments. The descriptions actually emphasized different things, though - so when you put the 2 together, the place sounds even better. And it's affordable. I'm sure something is wrong with it, but I don't know what yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-6770178086520510201?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/6770178086520510201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=6770178086520510201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6770178086520510201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6770178086520510201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-you-start-mapping-out-apartment.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-8175257719278927650</id><published>2007-04-02T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T23:24:03.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playlist for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rouge Wave - Are You on My Side&lt;br /&gt;* Arcade Fire - (Antichrist Television Blues)&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Bushwick Junkie&lt;br /&gt;Fiona Apple - Tymps (The Sick in the Head Song)&lt;br /&gt;Steven Burns - Mighty Little Man&lt;br /&gt;Visine - PJ Olsson&lt;br /&gt;* Amy Winehouse - You Know I’m No Good&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio - The Wrong Way&lt;br /&gt;Driver of the Year - Volume Switch&lt;br /&gt;Spoon - The Way We Get By&lt;br /&gt;* The Hold Steady - Massive Nights&lt;br /&gt;Friends Like These - Karen&lt;br /&gt;Sleater-Kinney - Step Aside&lt;br /&gt;* Tralala - One Hard Turn Deserves Another&lt;br /&gt;* Clap Your Hands Say Yeah - Yankee Go Home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-8175257719278927650?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/8175257719278927650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=8175257719278927650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8175257719278927650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/8175257719278927650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/04/playlist-for-week-rouge-wave-are-you-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-5535958578718969115</id><published>2007-03-26T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T22:35:16.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Ward - Paul’s Song&lt;br /&gt;* Feist - When I Was a Young Girl&lt;br /&gt;Neko Case - Look For Me (I’ll Be Around)&lt;br /&gt;* Amy Winehouse - Rehab&lt;br /&gt;* Tralala - Are You Gonna Dance (With Me)?&lt;br /&gt;* Arcade Fire - No Cars Go&lt;br /&gt;* The Western States Motel - Powerlines&lt;br /&gt;Wilco - Jesus, Etc.&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone With You&lt;br /&gt;Matt Sweeney and Bonnie “Prince” Billy - Bed is for Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Buckley - Dream Brother&lt;br /&gt;My Brightest Diamond - The Robin’s Jar&lt;br /&gt;Regina Spektor - Carbon Monoxide&lt;br /&gt;* Of Montreal - She’s a Rejecter&lt;br /&gt;* Matt and Kim - Yea Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I go to bed. Yay bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-5535958578718969115?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/5535958578718969115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=5535958578718969115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5535958578718969115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5535958578718969115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/03/playlist-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4824674437528587526</id><published>2007-03-19T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T23:13:55.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A rather disjointed radio show tonight, thanks to sleep deprivation and not feeling drawn to any one genre in particular:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tralala - Early Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Phenomena&lt;br /&gt;Enon - Shave&lt;br /&gt;DJ Shadow - Organ Donor (Extended Overhaul)&lt;br /&gt;The Avalanches - Frontier Psychiatrist&lt;br /&gt;Shark Quest - The Rosetta Barrage&lt;br /&gt;Sleater-Kinney - Entertain&lt;br /&gt;Bif Naked - Leader&lt;br /&gt;My Brightest Diamond - Workhorse&lt;br /&gt;The Go Find - What I Want&lt;br /&gt;* Junior Boys - Caught in a Wave&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girls Make Graves - This is Our Emergency&lt;br /&gt;Metric - Glass Ceiling&lt;br /&gt;* The Hold Steady - Chips Ahoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4824674437528587526?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4824674437528587526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4824674437528587526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4824674437528587526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4824674437528587526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/03/rather-disjointed-radio-show-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-6943859346128513030</id><published>2007-03-15T12:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T12:02:40.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday the temperature got up to 79 degrees. Right now it's 67, and there's a good chance of rain this evening. Tomorrow, the high is 35, with snow likely. That's an impressive weather change right there. I guess the flip-flops are going back into my closet again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-6943859346128513030?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/6943859346128513030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=6943859346128513030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6943859346128513030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/6943859346128513030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterday-temperature-got-up-to-79.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-1555783935054308122</id><published>2007-03-13T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T20:33:42.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh man, any possibility of productivity tonight just went out the window for me. &lt;a href="http://www.dccomics.com/news/?nw=6186"&gt;Whole first issues of DC Vertigo comics online, for free.&lt;/a&gt; And at least 3 or 4 that I really must read, plus another 10 or so that look very interesting. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-1555783935054308122?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/1555783935054308122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=1555783935054308122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1555783935054308122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/1555783935054308122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-man-any-possibility-of-productivity.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-7969467567619252983</id><published>2007-03-05T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T22:26:23.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driver of the Year - Even the Devil Has Friends&lt;br /&gt;Death Cab for Cutie - The Face That Launched 1,000 Ships&lt;br /&gt;Tegan and Sara - Where Does the Good Go?&lt;br /&gt;Stars - Reunion&lt;br /&gt;Beulah - Emma Blowgun’s Last Stand&lt;br /&gt;Cold War Kids - We Used to Vacation&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - Letter to the East Coast&lt;br /&gt;M. Ward - Chinese Translation&lt;br /&gt;Neko Case - John Saw That Number&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio - Ambulance&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - Lived in Bars&lt;br /&gt;* Feist - Secret Heart&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Goats - Hast Thou Considered the Tetrapod&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Smith - Pictures of Me&lt;br /&gt;* Tralala - Tallmansville, W. Va.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-7969467567619252983?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/7969467567619252983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=7969467567619252983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7969467567619252983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/7969467567619252983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/03/playlist-driver-of-year-even-devil-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-4058117237742703983</id><published>2007-03-04T10:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T10:35:51.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've swapped time slots on WSRN, so now my show will be from 9-10 pm on Mondays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-4058117237742703983?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/4058117237742703983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=4058117237742703983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4058117237742703983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/4058117237742703983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/03/ive-swapped-time-slots-on-wsrn-so-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-5090848657809942438</id><published>2007-02-26T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T10:35:41.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick. Blarg. My throat hurts, especially when I swallow. I think it's just a cold, but it's still not much fun. Anyway, I'm skipping my radio show tonight (I've found a sub); I've decided to minimize talking and do as much sleeping as I can. Whee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-5090848657809942438?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/5090848657809942438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=5090848657809942438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5090848657809942438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/5090848657809942438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-117194777940742724</id><published>2007-02-20T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T00:02:59.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barry McGuire - Eve of Destruction&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - Heated Pool and Bar&lt;br /&gt;The Decemberists - The Legionnaire’s Lament&lt;br /&gt;The Mountain Goats - Lion’s Teeth&lt;br /&gt;* TV on the Radio - Hours&lt;br /&gt;Sleater-Kinney - Get Up&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - Good Clean Fun&lt;br /&gt;Wolf Parade - Dear Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Stars - What I’m Trying to Say&lt;br /&gt;Built to Spill - Traces&lt;br /&gt;Interpol - Obstacle 2&lt;br /&gt;Head Like a Kite - Injecting 10ccs of Temptation&lt;br /&gt;Fischerspooner - Cloud&lt;br /&gt;* Tralala - Yellow Taxi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-117194777940742724?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/117194777940742724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=117194777940742724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/117194777940742724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/117194777940742724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/02/playlist-barry-mcguire-eve-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-117136957393020576</id><published>2007-02-13T07:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T07:26:13.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playlist for last night's radio show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiny Toy Guns - Le Disko&lt;br /&gt;Sneaker Pimps - Tesko Suicide&lt;br /&gt;Ladytron - True Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;Fischerspooner - Emerge (Junkie XL remix)&lt;br /&gt;Arab Strap - If There’s No Hope for Us&lt;br /&gt;The Hold Steady - First Night&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - Crossbones Style&lt;br /&gt;Portishead - It’s a Fire&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead - I Might Be Wrong&lt;br /&gt;The Go Find - Modern Times&lt;br /&gt;Bloc Party - Blue Light&lt;br /&gt;Architecture in Helsinki - Souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;Asobi Seksu - Walk on the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Massive Attack and Portishead - Teardrop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-117136957393020576?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/117136957393020576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=117136957393020576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/117136957393020576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/117136957393020576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/02/playlist-for-last-nights-radio-show.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-117073457463029929</id><published>2007-02-05T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:02:54.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My first radio show of the semester had a small issue: the aux wasn't working, so I couldn't use my laptop. Which meant that most of the show was spent scurrying back and forth between the studio and the music library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The playlist from the all CD show:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hold Steady - Hot Soft Light&lt;br /&gt;The Music Lovers - A Hell of a Kid&lt;br /&gt;Spoon - All the Pretty Girls Go to the City&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - Living Proof&lt;br /&gt;Yo La Tengo - Mr. Tough&lt;br /&gt;Belle &amp; Sebastian - Sukie in the Graveyard&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - Exodus Damage&lt;br /&gt;Wolf Parade - It's a Curse&lt;br /&gt;The Wrens - This Boy is Exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene - Fire Eye'd Boy&lt;br /&gt;Stars - Elevator Love Letter&lt;br /&gt;Akron/Family - No Space in This Realm&lt;br /&gt;Wilco - Can't Stand It&lt;br /&gt;M. Ward - Right in the Head&lt;br /&gt;M. Ward - Four Hours in Washington&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio - Staring at the Sun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-117073457463029929?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/117073457463029929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=117073457463029929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/117073457463029929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/117073457463029929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-first-radio-show-of-semester-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-117060347418530447</id><published>2007-02-04T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T10:37:54.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My radio show this semester (my last one on WSRN ever) is Monday, 8-9 pm EST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-117060347418530447?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/117060347418530447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=117060347418530447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/117060347418530447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/117060347418530447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-radio-show-this-semester-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116961907419833570</id><published>2007-01-24T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T01:11:14.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been a very draining 24 hours, both emotionally and physically. Found out about 2 engagements, had a long day of classes, pondered god and existence and such while doing my religion class reading, stressed about my future, and comforted/helped a friend whose grandfather died today. The last one, on top of everything else, led me to sort of go into confessional/emotional purging mode, which was probably good for me... But also -- (Note: This posting was interrupted by yet another deep emotional talk. I am now freshly drained of tears) -- very, very exhausting. Which is why I really need to go to bed now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116961907419833570?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116961907419833570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116961907419833570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116961907419833570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116961907419833570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2007/01/this-has-been-very-draining-24-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116745718632905096</id><published>2006-12-30T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T00:41:53.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Too many people from my high school are getting or have gotten married. It's starting to freak me out - it seems like every time I log into Facebook there are new wedding pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a pleasanter and unrelated note, I am officially done with my work for the semester, so now winter break can begin in earnest. Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116745718632905096?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116745718632905096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116745718632905096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116745718632905096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116745718632905096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-many-people-from-my-high-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116597104860620980</id><published>2006-12-12T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T19:50:48.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My last radio show of the semester (and the main reason I actually bothered to get out of bed today):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - The Avalanche&lt;br /&gt;* Jens Lekman - Jens Lekman’s Farewell Song to Rocky Dennis&lt;br /&gt;* Beirut - Rhineland (Heartland)&lt;br /&gt;Beulah - Calm Go the Wild Seas&lt;br /&gt;* Cat Power - Could We&lt;br /&gt;* The Mountain Goats - Woke Up New&lt;br /&gt;Neko Case - Fox Confessor Brings the Flood&lt;br /&gt;* M. Ward - Requiem&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio - Hours&lt;br /&gt;* The Gothic Archies - Dreary, Dreary&lt;br /&gt;Wolf Parade - It’s a Curse&lt;br /&gt;Belle &amp; Sebastian - The Blues are Still Blue&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - Coming and Going on Easy Terms&lt;br /&gt;Voxtrot - Rise Up in the Dird&lt;br /&gt;* Built to Spill - Traces&lt;br /&gt;* Boy Least Likely To - Monsters&lt;br /&gt;Mates of State - Think Long&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Ros - Saeglopur&lt;br /&gt;My Brightest Diamond - Something of an End&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girls Make Graves - Parade&lt;br /&gt;The Dresden Dolls - Shores of California&lt;br /&gt;* Exit Clov - MK Ultra&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers - Use It&lt;br /&gt;* The Hold Steady - You Can Make Him Like You&lt;br /&gt;* The Futureheads - Skip to the End&lt;br /&gt;Junior Boys - In the Morning&lt;br /&gt;The Go Find - Igloo&lt;br /&gt;* The Music Lovers - A Hell of a Kid&lt;br /&gt;* Yo La Tengo - Black Flowers&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene - 7/4 (Shoreline)&lt;br /&gt;Weezer - Only in Dreams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116597104860620980?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116597104860620980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116597104860620980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116597104860620980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116597104860620980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/12/my-last-radio-show-of-semester-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116595104438136688</id><published>2006-12-12T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T14:17:24.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight on WSRN there will be a special 2 hour Tuesday edition of my radio show! Phrasing it that way makes it sound much more special than it is, of course - my show is today because we're on a Tuesday=Thursday class schedule to make up for Thanksgiving, and I have 2 hours because the people with the show after mine can't make it. But still!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's my last show of the semester; it starts at 5 pm EST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116595104438136688?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116595104438136688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116595104438136688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116595104438136688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116595104438136688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/12/tonight-on-wsrn-there-will-be-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116553735661554978</id><published>2006-12-07T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T19:22:36.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm 22. It doesn't feel very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wolf Parade - We Built Another World&lt;br /&gt;Of Montreal - Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games&lt;br /&gt;The Go Find - City Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;The Cardigans - Fine&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene - Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Hark! The Herald Angels Sing!&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Angels We Have Heard On High&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Come On! Let’s Boogey to the Elf Dance!&lt;br /&gt;The Muppet Show - Mahna Mahna&lt;br /&gt;Thurl Ravenscroft - You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch&lt;br /&gt;* The Shins - Phantom Limb&lt;br /&gt;Beulah - A Good Man is Easy to Kill&lt;br /&gt;* ...And You Will Know Us By the Trail of Dead - Naked Sun&lt;br /&gt;Dandy Warhols - I Am Over It&lt;br /&gt;* Califone - Spiders House&lt;br /&gt;* The Futureheads - Worry About It Later&lt;br /&gt;*Klaxons - Gravity’s Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;* Exit Clov - DIY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one more radio show this semester; due to weird class schedules to make up for Thanksgiving break, it will be on Tuesday. Still 5-6 pm, though. So you should listen. Yes, you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116553735661554978?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116553735661554978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116553735661554978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116553735661554978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116553735661554978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-22.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116520891943622898</id><published>2006-12-04T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T00:08:39.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quiz time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/#goods/quiz"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;img src="http://www.seductiveshorts.com/images/blogs/vigilante.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116520891943622898?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116520891943622898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116520891943622898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116520891943622898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116520891943622898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/12/quiz-time-and-now-i-sleep.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116492732515835797</id><published>2006-11-30T17:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T17:55:25.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week's playlist, brought to you before the end of the show thanks to advance planning (ooh!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Joanna Newsom - Monkey &amp; Bear&lt;br /&gt;My Brightest Diamond - Dragonfly&lt;br /&gt;Neko Case - Margaret vs. Pauline&lt;br /&gt;* The Gothic Archies - This Abyss&lt;br /&gt;Jens Lekman - The Wrong Hands&lt;br /&gt;* Yo La Tengo - The Weakest Part&lt;br /&gt;Voxtrot - Mothers, Sisters, Daughters &amp; Wives&lt;br /&gt;* Beirut - Rhineland (Heartland)&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes - The Calendar Hung Itself&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene - Fire Eye’d Boy&lt;br /&gt;* Cat Power - I Don’t Blame You&lt;br /&gt;Beth Orton - Couldn’t Cause Me Harm&lt;br /&gt;Pedro the Lion - Bad Diary Days&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Smith - Pictures of Me&lt;br /&gt;* The Mountain Goats - New Monster Avenue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think next week is my last show of the semester, but 5 (6 when this show gets put up) of my shows are up on the WSRN website in podcast form. Spiffy, huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116492732515835797?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116492732515835797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116492732515835797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116492732515835797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116492732515835797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-weeks-playlist-brought-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116400060797933452</id><published>2006-11-20T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T00:30:08.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't think I've ever been so happy to hear the clanging and gurgling of the pipes before. Still no actual heat, but it sounds promising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116400060797933452?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116400060797933452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116400060797933452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116400060797933452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116400060797933452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-think-ive-ever-been-so-happy-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116398466203228564</id><published>2006-11-19T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T20:04:22.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's cold outside. My radiator is also cold, meaning that I too am cold. For some reason, the heat is on the fritz, and I am not pleased. I'm huddled up in a sweatshirt, fleecy pants, thick socks, hand warmers (I finally finished knitting them!), and a blanket.  And still, I am cold. Grr. And brr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news: Vanya is over, and a received compliments on the costumes. Yay. Bad news: Now I get to write the papers I've been putting off. At least I have a firm thesis and decent outline for the Shakespeare one... It makes things slightly less bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116398466203228564?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116398466203228564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116398466203228564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116398466203228564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116398466203228564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-cold-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116373770019945966</id><published>2006-11-16T23:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T23:28:20.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur Ros - Saeglopur&lt;br /&gt;* The Gothic Archies - Dreary, Dreary&lt;br /&gt;Bright Eyes - Haligh, Haligh, A Lie, Haligh&lt;br /&gt;Wilco - How to Fight Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Low - Broadway (So Many People)&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - Trance Manual&lt;br /&gt;Stars - Your Ex-Lover is Dead&lt;br /&gt;Tori Amos - Cloud My Tongue&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens  - All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands&lt;br /&gt;* The Mountain Goats - Wild Sage&lt;br /&gt;Iron and Wine - Cinder and Smoke&lt;br /&gt;* M. Ward - Requiem&lt;br /&gt;* Neko Case - Dirty Knife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116373770019945966?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116373770019945966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116373770019945966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116373770019945966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116373770019945966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/11/playlist-sigur-ros-saeglopur-gothic.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116364826401298504</id><published>2006-11-15T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T22:37:44.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vanya costumes are done! I no longer have to live in the costume shop! I'll need to go back for some visits (I know there's a hem I need to fix, and socks to find), but the major work is complete, so there will be no more long hours and late nights in the shop. Whee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm running solely on adrenaline and sugar right now. I have work to do, but I don't think I could actually focus on anything. I'm still trying to adjust to the fact that I'm not sewing, and it's harder than you might think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116364826401298504?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116364826401298504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116364826401298504&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116364826401298504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116364826401298504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/11/vanya-costumes-are-done-i-no-longer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116311351124069334</id><published>2006-11-09T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:05:11.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week's playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Neko Case - The Needle Has Landed&lt;br /&gt;Belle &amp; Sebastian - Judy and the Dream of Horses&lt;br /&gt;* The Gothic Archies - Smile! No One Cares How You Feel&lt;br /&gt;Cat Power - Speak For Me&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene - It’s All Gonna Break&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - Promising Actress&lt;br /&gt;Low - Just Stand Back&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers - The Body Says No&lt;br /&gt;* The Futureheads - Skip to the End&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girls Make Graves - Parade&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio - Dirtywhirl&lt;br /&gt;* The Music Lovers - Alan Lake&lt;br /&gt;* The Hold Steady - You Can Make Him Like You&lt;br /&gt;The Unicorns - 2014&lt;br /&gt;* Built to Spill - Goin’ Against Your Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gothic Archies include Stephin Merritt (the guy from Magnetic Fields) and Lemony Snicket (the author of &lt;i&gt;A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/i&gt;). The album is actually based around the books, and apparently some of the songs are on the audio books. You have no idea how much this delights me. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116311351124069334?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116311351124069334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116311351124069334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116311351124069334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116311351124069334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-weeks-playlist-neko-case-needle.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116294951976860634</id><published>2006-11-07T20:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T20:31:59.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was in Target this evening, shopping with Allison, when we came across &lt;a href="http://www.hasbro.com/furreal/default.cfm?page=browse&amp;product_id=17783"&gt;this: the FurReal Pony&lt;/a&gt;. It's kind of terrifying. It's over 3 feet tall, moves its tail and head (in a rather twitchy manner), and makes noise. In some ways, it's ingenious - lots of little girls ask for ponies, and this is significantly cheaper than buying, feeding, and boarding a real horse. At the same time, it's also very disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the FurReal website and was looking at their other products, which include a variety of "newborn" animals - chimps, lions, tigers, bears (oh my!), puppies, kittens, and bunnies. By the way, what the heck are "baby bunny sounds"? Because apparently these bunnies make them, but the only noises I've heard out of any baby bunnies are squeaks of pain/fear when Katie finds a nest. And I highly doubt that those are the kind of noises they're talking about - otherwise, there are going to be a lot of little traumatized kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a somewhat related note: I was watching cartoons on Saturday (Which, btw, are not as cool as the cartoons I remember as a kid - a sign of lower standards on the entertainment companies' part, or the beginnings of nostalgic longings on my part? You decide.), and a Barbie commercial played a few times. Featured in this commercial was the coolest version of the Barbie Dream House that I've seen in quite a while - &lt;a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2373547&amp;cp=2255956.2262937.2262938&amp;fbn=Taxonomy%7CDolls&amp;f=PAD%2FBrand+Name+Secondary%2FBarbie&amp;f=Taxonomy%2FTRUS%2F2255963&amp;fbc=1&amp;categoryId=2262938&amp;parentPage=search#prod_prodinfo"&gt;3 stories with a winding staircase, and spiffy furnishings&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, as this post demonstrates, I am apparently dealing with my impending graduation by regressing back to childhood. Ah well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116294951976860634?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116294951976860634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116294951976860634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116294951976860634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116294951976860634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-was-in-target-this-evening-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116252565077092412</id><published>2006-11-02T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:47:30.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week's playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty Girls Make Graves - The Number&lt;br /&gt;My Brightest Diamond - The Robin’s Jar&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - Pale Horse&lt;br /&gt;* Built to Spill - Wherever You Go&lt;br /&gt;Spoon - No You’re Not&lt;br /&gt;OK Go - It’s a Disaster&lt;br /&gt;* Pas/Cal - Little Red Radio&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Super Sexy Woman&lt;br /&gt;* Yo La Tengo - Mr. Tough&lt;br /&gt;Mates of State - Think Long&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers - Sing Me Spanish Techno&lt;br /&gt;Broken Social Scene - Windsurfing Nation&lt;br /&gt;Primal Scream - Rocks&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio - Wolf Like Me&lt;br /&gt;* His Name Is Alive - Seven Minutes&lt;br /&gt;Enon - Disposable Parts&lt;br /&gt;* The Music Lovers - A Hell of a Kid&lt;br /&gt;* Gertie Fox - Modern Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116252565077092412?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116252565077092412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116252565077092412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116252565077092412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116252565077092412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-weeks-playlist-pretty-girls-make.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116191345399794578</id><published>2006-10-26T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T21:44:14.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Play list for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV on the Radio - Hours&lt;br /&gt;My Brightest Diamond - Disappear&lt;br /&gt;The Wrens - Boys, You Won’t&lt;br /&gt;The Arcade Fire - Headlights&lt;br /&gt;* The Mountain Goats - Woke Up New&lt;br /&gt;* Broken Social Scene - Handjobs for the Holidays&lt;br /&gt;Mates of State - Running Out&lt;br /&gt;* Boy Least Likely To - Monsters&lt;br /&gt;Beulah - Hello Resolven&lt;br /&gt;* Built to Spill - Liar&lt;br /&gt;* Jens Lekman - Jens Lekman’s Farewell Song to Rocky Dennis&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Vito’s Ordination Song (Acoustic)&lt;br /&gt;* M. Ward - Post-War&lt;br /&gt;* Yo La Tengo - Black Flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world would be a much better place if papers wrote themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116191345399794578?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116191345399794578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116191345399794578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116191345399794578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116191345399794578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/10/play-list-for-this-week-tv-on-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116139294944381431</id><published>2006-10-20T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T21:09:28.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Instead of doing my work, I'm busy being productive in other ways. Like poking around the internet for useful information on cool libraries and possible publishing jobs for me and/or a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the things I've discovered is &lt;a href="http://www.uglyducklingpresse.org/"&gt;Ugly Duckling Presse&lt;/a&gt;, a tiny, volunteer-run publisher that works with poetry and artist books, among other things. I now desperately want to volunteer there, because, well, they sound damn cool. Sure, there's no money to be made in it, but it would be an interesting experience and teach me a lot more about artist books (they of the sometimes strange design and high cost, and generally of extreme awesomeness). Actually, the UDP artist books are pretty cheap - the limited facsimile edition of one book is only $250. Granted, that's with 100 copies available, but still: compare it with one of the artist books at Granary Books - 35 pages, 45 copies available... $2,500 each. (Of course, the Granary book sounds pretty impressive - accordion-style, so it can be unfolded and turned into more traditional art to be hung on the wall; each has 15 bits of archival material from the artist's studio, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my point is that I'm much more interested in digging up this relatively random information than working on a paper for theatre class. Maybe I would make a good reference librarian after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116139294944381431?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116139294944381431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116139294944381431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116139294944381431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116139294944381431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/10/instead-of-doing-my-work-im-busy-being.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116121001847656579</id><published>2006-10-18T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T18:20:18.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The chances that I'll be moving to NYC after I graduate have just gone up. See, I want to work with pretty books. Rare books. Special collections. The cool things that are usually kept in rooms with special temperature control. Art books that are so strange you're not even sure they should be classified as books. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where does one go to learn about working with such books? Library school? Yes, but apparently not just any library school. I've now browsed through the websites of most of the ALA-accredited library schools. If I wanted to be a school media specialist and deal with kids, I could go just about anywhere. If I wanted to be an archivist and file away old letters, I would have many options. And most of the schools offer classes on rare books or in preservation. But if I want to actually specialize in rare books/special collections, my best options are in the New York area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 1: School of Information and Library Science at the Pratt Institute. They offer a concentration called Art and Humanities Library Services/Cultural Informatics. It's a mouthful, but "Career opportunities in this area include research and academic libraries,  museums and library research, archives and special collections, art and performing arts librarianship, digital libraries and archives." In other words, my sort of thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Option 2: Palmer School of Library and Information Science at Long Island University. They actual offer a concentration in Rare Books and Special Collections. And: "Students will develop proficiency in rare book curatorship, archival techniques, the history of the book, rare book cataloging, preservation, and exhibition planning. They will become acquainted with major collections through field trips and internships, and will have opportunity to meet experts in this area." Also, a lot of the classes for the concentration (though probably not for the core requirements) are offered in Manhattan. And they're associated with the University of Virginia's Rare Book School, which is nifty. (The Rare Book School offers 5-day, non-credit classes in various cities on cool topics like Book Illustration Processes to 1900 (Woodcuts! Lithography! General prettiness!) and Introduction to Illuminated Manuscripts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily, NYC has lots of libraries and bookstores where I can work while working on my degree. Because eating is helpful, and I don't actually want to live in a cardboard box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116121001847656579?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116121001847656579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116121001847656579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116121001847656579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116121001847656579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/10/chances-that-ill-be-moving-to-nyc.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116084274899894417</id><published>2006-10-14T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T12:19:09.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No DC this weekend after all - last night I cancelled my reservations after realizing what I had left to do (Shakespeare midterm, packing, etc), how tired I was, and how early I would have to get up. Maybe next weekend, assuming I get things done this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116084274899894417?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116084274899894417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116084274899894417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116084274899894417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116084274899894417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-dc-this-weekend-after-all-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116069119160213919</id><published>2006-10-12T18:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T18:13:11.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week's playlist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Brightest Diamond - Something of an End&lt;br /&gt;The Dresden Dolls - Shores of California&lt;br /&gt;Sneaker Pimps - Lightning Field&lt;br /&gt;* Margot &amp; the Nuclear So and So’s - Vampires in Blue Dresses&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - Joy! Joy! Joy!&lt;br /&gt;Junior Boys - In the Morning&lt;br /&gt;The Go Find - Igloo&lt;br /&gt;The New Pornographers - Use It&lt;br /&gt;* The Hold Steady - Massive Nights&lt;br /&gt;* Yo La Tengo - The Room Got Heavy&lt;br /&gt;* Beirut - Brandenburg&lt;br /&gt;* Built to Spill - Traces&lt;br /&gt;Stars - What I’m Trying to Say&lt;br /&gt;* Broken Social Scene - 7/4 (Shoreline)&lt;br /&gt;Metric - Monster Hospital&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116069119160213919?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116069119160213919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116069119160213919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116069119160213919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116069119160213919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-weeks-playlist-my-brightest.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116063296977784154</id><published>2006-10-12T01:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T02:03:30.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This post is brought to you by my inner geek and my intense need to procrastinate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stikfas.com/products.html"&gt;Stikfas&lt;/a&gt; are some of the coolest toys ever. My brother got me the red dragon and warrior woman combo last year, and it's fantastic. And the other sets they have are also great. Beta Female Demoness? Very cool. Mechana Segmented Robot (in the yellow and blue, of course)? Adorable - the robot has a little bear friend! So cute! Explorer and jungle cat? Nifty. The phantom? So versatile! The scythe for the Grim Reaper, the pumpkin for the headless horseman, chains for the stereotypical ghost, see-through body for the Invisible Man, and a crown for a Stikfas recreation of the beginning of &lt;i&gt;Hamlet&lt;/i&gt;! Because these toys call out the need to be used in stop animation videos, and people have done so - skateboarding, fight scenes, even a bit of Star Wars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to some other nifty toys, courtesy of &lt;a href&gt;=http://www.thinkgeek.com/"&gt;ThinkGeek&lt;/a&gt;. I had already come across Darth Tater, a Mr. Potatohead version of Vader, but there's apparently also a Spud Trooper and Artoo Patatoo (complete with a little Princess Tater 'hologram'!). And then there's &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/plush/817c/"&gt;the plush Yoda backpack&lt;/a&gt;, made to look like you're giving Yoda a piggyback ride, a la Luke's training in &lt;i&gt;The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/i&gt;. So geeky, but so very neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Time to sleep. Shakespeare midterm in about 8 hours, whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116063296977784154?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116063296977784154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116063296977784154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116063296977784154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116063296977784154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-post-is-brought-to-you-by-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116054293795677915</id><published>2006-10-11T01:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:02:17.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a train ticket to DC for this weekend. Whee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116054293795677915?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116054293795677915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116054293795677915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116054293795677915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116054293795677915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-have-train-ticket-to-dc-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4075091.post-116008574379259404</id><published>2006-10-05T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T18:02:23.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week's playlist (before the show is actually done, since the Decemberists' song still has about 6 minutes left):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yo La Tengo - The Race Is On Again&lt;br /&gt;John Vanderslice - White Plains&lt;br /&gt;* Cat Power - Could We&lt;br /&gt;* Jens Lekman - F-Word&lt;br /&gt;* Neko Case - Star Witness&lt;br /&gt;Sufjan Stevens - For the Widows in Paradise, For the Fatherless in Ypsilanti&lt;br /&gt;* Beirut - The Gulag Orkestar&lt;br /&gt;My Brightest Diamond - Workhorse&lt;br /&gt;The Dresden Dolls - My Alcoholic Friends&lt;br /&gt;* Exit Clov - Beast Simone&lt;br /&gt;* Camera Obscura - If Looks Could Kill&lt;br /&gt;* Built to Spill - The Wait&lt;br /&gt;* The Decemberists - The Island: Come and See - The Landlord’s Daughter - You’ll Not Feel the Drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really heavy on the rock department playlist stuff this week, but that's because there's good stuff on the playlist. Most of the show was played off of *gasp* actual CDs instead of my computer! Amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4075091-116008574379259404?l=cate7.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/feeds/116008574379259404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4075091&amp;postID=116008574379259404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116008574379259404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4075091/posts/default/116008574379259404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cate7.blogspot.com/2006/10/this-weeks-playlist-before-show-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12909802440781297762</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqIFIioU_Ws/SGozHNSvzdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/hzyA1Sce_z4/S220/Tree+frog+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
