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    <title>Hell.</title>
    <published>2008-08-28T21:21:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-28T21:21:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The first day back to work after&amp;nbsp;even a few days away is&amp;nbsp;truly horrible.&amp;nbsp; I cannot even imagine how I will get everything done by tomorrow&amp;nbsp;afternoon.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&amp;nbsp;sorely need a haircut.&amp;nbsp; And an eyebrow wax.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend come soon, please.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euphorbia1972:14061</id>
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    <title>The Omnivore's Hundred</title>
    <published>2008-08-20T01:47:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-20T01:47:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;div style="MARGIN-LEFT: 30px"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial,Helvetica" size="+1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;the omnivore meme - looked like fun&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Omnivore's Hundred is a list of foods the gastronomic Andrew Wheeler thinks everyone should try at least once in their lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules of the meme: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Bold those you have tried. &lt;br /&gt;* Strikethrough those you wouldn't eat on a bet. &lt;br /&gt;* Italicize any item you'll never eat again. &lt;br /&gt;* Asterisk any items you'd be interested in trying but have not yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Venison&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. Nettle tea*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Huevos rancheros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Steak tartare&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Crocodile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;6. Black pudding&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Cheese fondue&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Carp&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Borscht&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Baba ghanoush&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;Calamari&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;Pho&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;PB&amp;amp;J sandwich&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Aloo gobi&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Hot dog from a street cart&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Epoisses &lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Black truffle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;Fruit wine made from something other than grapes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;Steamed pork buns&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;Pistachio ice cream&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Heirloom tomatoes&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;Fresh wild berries&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Foie gras&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Rice and beans&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strike&gt;Brawn, or head cheese&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Raw Scotch Bonnet pepper&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;Dulce de leche&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Oysters&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Baklava&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;30. &lt;strong&gt;Bagna cauda&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;31.&lt;strong&gt; Wasabi peas&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;32. &lt;strong&gt;Clam chowder in a sourdough bowl&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. Salted lassi* &lt;br /&gt;34. &lt;strong&gt;Sauerkraut&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. &lt;strong&gt;Root beer float&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. &lt;strong&gt;Cognac with a &lt;em&gt;fat cigar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;37. &lt;strong&gt;Clotted cream tea&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;38. &lt;strong&gt;Vodka jelly/Jell-O&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. &lt;strong&gt;Gumbo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. &lt;strong&gt;Oxtail&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41. &lt;strong&gt;Curried goat&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42. Whole insects&lt;br /&gt;43. Phaal&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;44. &lt;strong&gt;Goat’s milk&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45. Malt whisky from a bottle worth £60/$120 or more*&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;46. Fugu&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;47. &lt;strong&gt;Chicken tikka masala&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;48. &lt;strong&gt;Eel&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;49.&lt;em&gt; Krispy Kreme original glazed doughnut&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;50. &lt;strong&gt;Sea urchin&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;51. Prickly pear* &lt;br /&gt;52. &lt;strong&gt;Umeboshi&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. &lt;strong&gt;Abalone&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;54. &lt;strong&gt;Paneer&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;55. &lt;em&gt;McDonald’s Big Mac Meal&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;56. &lt;strong&gt;Spaetzle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;57. &lt;strong&gt;Dirty gin martini&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;58. &lt;strong&gt;Beer above 8% ABV&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;59. &lt;strong&gt;Poutine&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;60. &lt;strong&gt;Carob chips&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;61. &lt;strong&gt;S’mores&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;62. &lt;strong&gt;Sweetbreads&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;63. Kaolin &lt;br /&gt;64. Currywurst&lt;br /&gt;65. Durian &lt;br /&gt;66. Frogs’ legs* &lt;br /&gt;67. &lt;strong&gt;Beignets, churros, elephant ears or funnel cake&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;68. &lt;strike&gt;Haggis&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;69. &lt;strong&gt;Fried plantain&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;70. &lt;strike&gt;Chitterlings, or andouillette&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;71. &lt;strong&gt;Gazpacho&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;72. &lt;strong&gt;Caviar and blini&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;73. Louche absinthe* &lt;br /&gt;74. Gjetost, or brunost &lt;br /&gt;75. Roadkill&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;76. Baijiu &lt;br /&gt;77. &lt;strike&gt;Hostess Fruit Pie&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;78. &lt;strong&gt;Snail&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;79. &lt;strong&gt;Lapsang souchong&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;80. &lt;strong&gt;Bellini&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;81. &lt;strong&gt;Tom yum&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;82. &lt;strong&gt;Eggs Benedict&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;83. &lt;strong&gt;Pocky&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;84. Tasting menu at a three-Michelin-star restaurant.*&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;85. &lt;strong&gt;Kobe beef&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. &lt;strong&gt;Hare&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;87. &lt;strong&gt;Goulash&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;88. &lt;strong&gt;Flowers&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;89. &lt;strike&gt;Horse &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. &lt;strong&gt;Criollo chocolate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;91. &lt;strong&gt;Spam&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;92. &lt;strong&gt;Soft shell crab&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;93. &lt;strong&gt;Harissa &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. &lt;strong&gt;Catfish&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;95. &lt;strong&gt;Mole poblano&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;96. &lt;strong&gt;Bagel and lox&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;97. Lobster Thermidor &lt;br /&gt;98. &lt;strong&gt;Polenta&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;99. &lt;strong&gt;Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;100. &lt;strong&gt;Snake &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <title>quickie</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T16:57:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T16:57:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soccer, which started about a month ago, is going swimmingly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;am actually going to try jogging this morning with two friends.&amp;nbsp; I sure hope I don't kill myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had nachos, coffee, and sparkling water&amp;nbsp;for breakfast, which may well cancel out both efforts listed above.&amp;nbsp; (But the chips were organic, which kind of makes me laugh.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;</content>
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    <title>Sunday Survey</title>
    <published>2008-03-23T21:15:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-23T21:15:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;What is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;Kay, for my Mother's best friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where will you be 24 hours from now?&lt;br /&gt;At work.&amp;nbsp; Maybe out seeing a client or maybe sitting at the&amp;nbsp;desk in front of the computer.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it easy for others to make you feel intimidated?&lt;br /&gt;Not to *make* me feel intimidated.&amp;nbsp; That last time I was so intimidated that I pitted out was during a group interview for Physician Assistant school.&amp;nbsp; There were all of these really accomplished people in the room telling prime-time worthy&amp;nbsp;stories about their work experiences.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;was so nervous that all&amp;nbsp;I could think of to&amp;nbsp;"brag" about was how I made sure an elderly&amp;nbsp;diabetic woman got to eat&amp;nbsp;cake on her birthday...needless to say I was not admitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what you are going to wear tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully something that will look like Spring, but will be warm enough.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?&lt;br /&gt;You know, I don't like that idea so much.&amp;nbsp; Somehow it seems too risky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did you get the underwear you are wearing right now?&lt;br /&gt;It's laundry day so it isn't too exciting.&amp;nbsp; I will stop at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever kissed someone whose name starts with a C?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. In my sordid past I imagine that I have kissed many a C. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever passed out?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you would make a good wife/husband?&lt;br /&gt;I think that I was a good wife, so yes.&amp;nbsp; But I&amp;nbsp;can be difficult, moody, easily wounded, and generally a brat.&amp;nbsp; I do, however, forgive easily.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I am loving, generous, kind, supportive.&amp;nbsp; Maybe too much so sometimes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked someone who treated you like crap?&lt;br /&gt;Sure, but I am really over that phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your current hair color mostly your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;All me.&amp;nbsp; Grey and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color are your socks?&lt;br /&gt;No socks now.&amp;nbsp; Barefoot.&amp;nbsp; I love being barefoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you at 9am this morning?&lt;br /&gt;Walking the dog in the rain.&amp;nbsp; And loving it mostly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall for people easily?&lt;br /&gt;In a superficial way, yes.&amp;nbsp; But I am finding it harder and harder to trust, unfortunately, due to life experience and a&amp;nbsp;finely honed bullshit detector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;Good question.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I mean, in some ways it all seems completely random and I think we like to assign meaning to make ourselves feel better.&amp;nbsp; In other ways though, I do feel sometimes that&amp;nbsp;there is somehow a pointed lesson in what is happening.&amp;nbsp; I do think we always have free choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever dated someone more than once?&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&amp;nbsp; I think so?&amp;nbsp; I think I have blocked out some of that stuff though.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who have you texted in the last 24 hours?&lt;br /&gt;Kate and Jason&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you got in the mail?&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Light magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you find members of the opposite sex confusing?&lt;br /&gt;I find people confusing - regardless of sex.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(I will keep this answer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you saw number 2 on your&amp;nbsp; myspace friends list?&lt;br /&gt;Last time I was in&amp;nbsp;Ellensburg&amp;nbsp;- two weeks ago.&amp;nbsp; (It is my nephew Ian.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;The&amp;nbsp;rain.&amp;nbsp; Myself typing.&amp;nbsp; Now the cat purring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How has the week been?&lt;br /&gt;Emotionally challenging.&amp;nbsp; Exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer being single or taken?&lt;br /&gt;There are positive elements to both, I am finding.&amp;nbsp; But I have to be honest and say taken.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person to say ’I love you’ to you?&lt;br /&gt;Jason and my Mom.&amp;nbsp; Not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you do on Friday?&lt;br /&gt;Stayed in, slept in, watched a good movie.&amp;nbsp; *censored*&amp;nbsp; Got take-out from&amp;nbsp;Paseo finally (Cuban sandwich - not too bad.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the last person you shared a bed with mean anything to you?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he means the world to me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sleep with the TV on?&lt;br /&gt;I like&amp;nbsp;it really dark and really quiet for optimal sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever have a sleepover with the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;I want to delete this stupid question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to be a teacher?&lt;br /&gt;Not particularly.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you live with someone without marrying them?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&amp;nbsp; It makes me nervous&amp;nbsp;in some ways, but yes.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still have pictures of you &amp;amp; your ex?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they are hidden away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re having a bad day, who are you most likely to go to?&lt;br /&gt;Shopping.&amp;nbsp; To buy coffee.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Or to be alone somewhere, the best thing is to be home alone, or to talk to someone who will listen.&amp;nbsp; Last Thursday I had an emotional day after seeing a client (it was very sad) and just wanted to be alone somewhere quiet to cry.&amp;nbsp; I had to go right back to work and that was really awful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person you miss?&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma Alexander.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the term of endearment you call your significant other?&lt;br /&gt;Baby or babe.&amp;nbsp; Sweetie.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Puke worthy alternatives.&amp;nbsp; I love it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the last thing you put in your mouth?&lt;br /&gt;Vitamin water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s irritating you right now?&lt;br /&gt;My head hurts, a mild headache.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to a complete asshole today?&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&amp;nbsp; No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you shower facing the shower head or with your back to it?&lt;br /&gt;My back to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the colors of your wall?&lt;br /&gt;White.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many hours did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;Nine and it was wonderful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sarcastic?&lt;br /&gt;I can be but sometimes it makes me feel mean.&amp;nbsp; Other times it's in the name of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you shy?&lt;br /&gt;I can be, but I have realized I am not as shy as I once thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you talkative?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you saw?&lt;br /&gt;My neighbor Tom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked on the phone with?&lt;br /&gt;Mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>Cut and Paste</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:36:25Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:36:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I put most of my blogs from Myspace on here, because I want them to be in one place.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now I feel more "official" or something.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <title>12.30.07 In Retrospect</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:21:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:21:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Sunday, December 30, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;in retrospect &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/peaceful.gif" /&gt; chill &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=12"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2007 was a year of&amp;nbsp;many changes in my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel so grateful, and hopeful, and happy, and high-on-life.&amp;nbsp; But I think that I lost a bit of that youthful and unrealistic dreamer.&amp;nbsp; In other words, maybe I grew up a little bit.&amp;nbsp; Then again, I feel room to dream big in&amp;nbsp;ways that I have not felt license to feel in a long while.&amp;nbsp; I have a renewed sense of lightness and silliness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay, enough of the sentimental.&amp;nbsp; Suffice it to say I feel great and I hope that 2008 brings good things into my life, and into the lives of friends and family!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are things I will always remember from 2007:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*amazing views of the bay, the&amp;nbsp;city,&amp;nbsp;Pike Place, Pioneer Square...etc,&amp;nbsp;during morning commute and walks to get coffee...EVERY DAY&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*a day hike to Cape Flattery, so beautiful and unspoiled and different than the Oregon coast...the most NW point in the continental US&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*my boss telling me she appreciates my work and effort and that my coworkers like and respect me, and the knowledge that no matter where I live, I can always find work in my field&amp;nbsp;and support myself &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*friendships in and outside of work: new friends, long-time friends, and&amp;nbsp;friendships that have been rekindled &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*time spent&amp;nbsp;near the beach during warm and cold weather, including a stolen sunshiney and dry afternoon on 12/30/07 with Ollie at Magnuson...what a great reminder of how much I love&amp;nbsp;it here&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*so much new and interesting and gorgeous food this year that I have to make a New Year's resolution so that I can&amp;nbsp;continue to&amp;nbsp;fit into my pants&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*tons of new music, and listening to KEXP in my car, and&amp;nbsp;on my Zune&amp;nbsp;now instead of streaming only...!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I really do remember how to ski and I no longer fear it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*mind opening experiences, learning not to judge, learning to love myself so that I can truly love others,&amp;nbsp; and the beginning of an understanding of and strange comfort in the idea of&amp;nbsp;impermanence &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*and I think my dog finally realizes that I'm not taking him back to the shelter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy New Year everyone!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;edit: to add one more:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*the Seattle Public Library!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. read this book!&amp;nbsp; highly entertaining!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/11xc5l-FHkL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Currently reading : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0060899220?tag=myspace08-20&amp;amp;link_code=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Kitchen Confidential Updated Ed: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly (P.S.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By Anthony Bourdain &lt;br /&gt;Release date: 09 January, 2007 &lt;img height="1" alt="" width="1" border="0" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=myspace08-20&amp;amp;l=xm2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0060899220" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>12.11.07 Fallen Sitka Spruce</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:20:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:20:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Tuesday, December 11, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;inappropriateness &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/touched.gif" /&gt; pure &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=13"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Romance and Relationships&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cried today for the fallen&amp;nbsp;gigantic Sitka Spruce tree in Oregon near Seaside.&amp;nbsp; It was&amp;nbsp;marked by big signs on the side of the road&amp;nbsp;that proclaimed it "LARGEST SITKA SPRUCE TREE IN THE UNITED STATES."&amp;nbsp; It was already split from previous storms and maybe a lightning strike, and apparently a recent storm was enough to take it down in early December.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I remember stopping on the way from Portland&amp;nbsp;to the coast on more than one occasion to see it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was gigantic, and I read somewhere&amp;nbsp;that it was estimated to have been around 750 years old.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A coworker who is on the verge of retiring left two boxes of OB tampons in the bathroom with a note stating she no longer needs them so, "help yourself!"&amp;nbsp; She had a hysterectomy recently, someone said.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/11rnp6uKXgL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Currently reading : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0471746851?tag=myspace08-20&amp;amp;link_code=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Pacific Northwest Wining and Dining: The People, Places, Food, and Drink of Washington, Oregon, Idaho, and British Columbia&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By Braiden Rex-Johnson &lt;br /&gt;Release date: 22 October, 2007 &lt;img height="1" alt="" width="1" border="0" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=myspace08-20&amp;amp;l=xm2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0471746851" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>11.17.07 Update Time</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:19:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:19:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Saturday, November 17, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;a real, honest-to-goodness update. &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/relaxed.gif" /&gt; relaxed &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=12"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It has been awhile since I have actually written anything of substance here.&amp;nbsp; I just got sort of weirded out in regards to putting anything too personal here, so I didn't for awhile.&amp;nbsp; But the temptation is too much, and I just want to put this out here.&amp;nbsp; For whatever reason, I just do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is almost unbelievable to me that I have lived in Seattle for about nine months.&amp;nbsp; {insert witty/clever comment here about giving birth to something good}&amp;nbsp; And no, it isn't original or clever, but the time has gone by so fast!&amp;nbsp; I am feeling a familiar mix of happier-than-ever mixed with fuck-I'm getting-old-and- what-the-hell-am-I-doing-with-my-life and will-I ever-grow-the- hell-up?&amp;nbsp; But mostly, the happiness and contentment is settling in nicely.&amp;nbsp; Thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The place I moved into has proven to be a solid choice.&amp;nbsp; Great location, affordable price, great neighbors and nice building, and so on and so forth.&amp;nbsp; I love that I can walk my ass home from work if I am so inclined.&amp;nbsp; (And&amp;nbsp;of course to work, but who wants to give up another hour of sleep?!?)&amp;nbsp;I love that I am getting to know the city and the bus system, and that I have my favorite little spots already but feel like there&amp;nbsp;will be an endless amount to discover.&amp;nbsp; And I especially love that this is starting to feel like home.&amp;nbsp; It really does feel like home.&amp;nbsp; That part took awhile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work is so stressful sometimes it makes me&amp;nbsp;wake up gritting my&amp;nbsp;teeth and pondering which extended relative I can fictitiously kill off so that I can enjoy an ilicit day off (only to feel guilty and crappy when I go back to work.)&amp;nbsp; But I am making it into work on most days and finding the work,&amp;nbsp;although challenging and stressful at times, is interesting and&amp;nbsp;worthy of my time.&amp;nbsp; It is social work, so of course there are many days when I wonder why I do it.&amp;nbsp; And just who is it&amp;nbsp;I am helping?&amp;nbsp; (Besides my own bank account, and even that is dubious.)&amp;nbsp; But then there are those rare days when I feel I have made a connection with someone, met someone particularly amazing, and I might have even helped&amp;nbsp;to change their life in some small but significant way.&amp;nbsp; These are triumphs and this is why I, and&amp;nbsp;most of my coworkers, got into&amp;nbsp;doing this work.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the coworkers.&amp;nbsp; I have to say, it has been so much easier making friends in Seattle&amp;nbsp;than in Portland.&amp;nbsp; I have no&amp;nbsp;idea why, but I&amp;nbsp;wonder if I was less "open" because I was all married up and stuff?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And since I spend 40 hours per week (more or less) at work, work is the main source of friend material. My coworkers are an amazing group of people!&amp;nbsp; My&amp;nbsp;favorites are two Japanese expatriates who are extremely acrid in the most pleasing of ways.&amp;nbsp; This cynicism is&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;directed towards&amp;nbsp;our work and how excruciating it is at times.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of them&amp;nbsp;was doing everything she could to leave her rural southern Japan life.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She did everything from crashing motorcycles, cleaning cadavers, and&amp;nbsp;attempting to audition as a stripper (she was told her ass is too flat) in order to save up enough money to move to the U.S.&amp;nbsp; The other is a hippie/pothead who&amp;nbsp;has a penchant for&amp;nbsp;hiking, bicycling, and fine dining.&amp;nbsp; She is working hard to join the&amp;nbsp;Peace&amp;nbsp;Corps.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; They are both about my age and divorced, but both with cool, sweet, really tall&amp;nbsp; and white boyfriends.&amp;nbsp; Go figure.&amp;nbsp; We meet on a regular basis to vent over coffee.&amp;nbsp; And occasionally we&amp;nbsp;go to fancypants restaurants on a Friday after work&amp;nbsp;to live it up in, how I like to think of it,&amp;nbsp;our own twisted and fucked-up version&amp;nbsp;of "Sex in the City."&amp;nbsp; We are also planning a visit to KNSP (Korean Naked Scrubbing Place...some spa, I forgot the name, where they scrub you silly, thus creating a softer you, and a pile of dead skin cells you can see.&amp;nbsp; I am both fearful, and excited as hell.)&amp;nbsp; There are others, but these two make the most entertaining story, to be honest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't say too much about the relationship front, other than to say it seems my luck (humor me and let me blame it on luck)&amp;nbsp;has changed and I have someone in my life who cares about me and who I can tolerate.&amp;nbsp; Okay, it's more than that, he is someone who is more than worthy of my care in return.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It brings me hope.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Who knows what is next?&amp;nbsp; Who cares.&amp;nbsp; It's great now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the works:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Graduate school application is due in January.&amp;nbsp; I am thinking&amp;nbsp;dual major Social Work/Public Health Administration.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The eventual goal is&amp;nbsp;to get off of the "front lines" and be a person who can affect change through policy.&amp;nbsp; Than again, how cool would it be to go to Africa and help to set up&amp;nbsp;an AIDS care clinic?&amp;nbsp; I never said I was not grandiose.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There will be a&amp;nbsp;trip to Arizona/Grand Canyon/Las Vegas in January.&amp;nbsp; Warm weather, the worthy one's fam, and my buddy&amp;nbsp;Diana!&amp;nbsp; And boy do I need the time off.&amp;nbsp; Yes, I do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After that, I can only guess.&amp;nbsp; And that, my friends, is the best part!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loves and more loves,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Julie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/11EgKZ3dD6L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Currently listening : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000002UJQ?tag=myspace08-20&amp;amp;link_code=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;OK Computer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By Radiohead &lt;br /&gt;Release date: 01 July, 1997 &lt;img height="1" alt="" width="1" border="0" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=myspace08-20&amp;amp;l=xm2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000002UJQ" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>11.15.07 I Heart FreeWillAstrology</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:18:58Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:18:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Thursday, November 15, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;juicy psychic material? &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/awake.gif" /&gt; awake &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=2"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Blogging&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="head-red"&gt;Libra Horoscope for week of November 15, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="195" alt="Verticle Oracle card" hspace="10" width="136" align="left" border="0" src="http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/tarot_cards/tarot2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img height="36" alt="Libra (September 23-October 22)" width="277" src="http://www.freewillastrology.com/images/header.libra.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weirdness is humanity's way of overcoming the ever-increasing pressure to live nine-to-five lives," says Bob Rickard, founder of &lt;i&gt;Fortean Times,&lt;/i&gt; a magazine that reports on anomalous events. "We need craziness, it's that simple." I second that emotion, Libra -- especially for you right now. You don't realize how much juicy psychic material you've been repressing as a result of sticking to dry duty and routine. In order to recover lost secrets from your fertile depths, you're going to have to specialize for now in the mysterious, the curious, and the uncanny. It will help if you put yourself in situations that are outside your understanding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/11d-9L5baVL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Currently listening : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000TQZ7O4?tag=myspace08-20&amp;amp;link_code=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;The Shepherd’s Dog&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By Iron &amp;amp; Wine &lt;br /&gt;Release date: 25 September, 2007 &lt;img height="1" alt="" width="1" border="0" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=myspace08-20&amp;amp;l=xm2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000TQZ7O4" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>10.31.07 The Dog Hollarer</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:18:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:18:05Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Wednesday, October 31, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;calm and assertive dominance &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/amused.gif" /&gt; amused &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=19"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Pets and Animals&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was taken from writings on&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.merrillmarkoe.com/"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;www.merrillmarkoe.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hilarious!&amp;nbsp; (Particularly so if you the owner of a dog.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;THE DOG HOLLARER&lt;/h2&gt;FADE IN:INTERIOR MIDDLE CLASS SUBURBAN HOME. &lt;br /&gt;We are in the entry hall by the front door where a middle aged woman holding two leashes summons her dogs for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN:Who wants to go for a walk? Bosco? Squirty? Walk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Two tiny dogs rush out of somewhere, gallop up to the woman and begin to bounce off of her like she is a trampoline.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN:Easy, Squirty. Bosco. I said DOWN. Or I meant to say 'Down' first, then 'Walk.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(As she tries to hook them to their leashes, they are so boisterous and enthusiastic that they knock her onto her back. Soon she is lying on the ground, still holding the leashes, but unable to get back up because the dogs are bouncing up and down on top of her. &lt;br /&gt;Into this out of control scenario walks Kaiser Milan, a sturdy grey haired hipster in jeans and a tight tee shirt, blowing a loud rape whistle. This gets the dogs attention.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER: All right, everyone. STOP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see a show title: The Dog Hollarer &lt;br /&gt;(The dogs both stare at him. As they pause their assault, the woman is now able to stand back up. Kaiser looks shocked.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER: This is typical behavior? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN:Well, yes, but they don't mean any harm. They just get so excited about going on a... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER:I can see that. What I would like now is for you to leave the room and let me work with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN:Leave? Are you sure? Do you need these leashes? &lt;br /&gt;The woman looks reluctant, fearful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER: No, I don't need anything but the dogs. I'll call you when we're ready for you to rejoin us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The woman cautiously backs out of the room, waving little goodbyes, blowing little kisses to her dogs as she exits.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER: Okay, Squirty. Bosco. Apparently you guys want to go for a walk? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Squirty and Bosco look at each other , then duplicate the same thing they did to the woman seconds ago...bouncing off Kaiser like he is a trampoline. But after about two seconds. Kaiser reacts with such an enormous explosion of rage and hostility that they both freeze in their tracks.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER: ENOUGH! What the fuck do you two morons think you're doing? What am I? Your door mat? Your bitch? Stop this bullshit NOW.Everyone! SIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He is hostile and scary. Squirty and Bosco both sit.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER:(screaming at the top of his lungs) &lt;br /&gt;All right, now you two spoiled jack offs listen to me. Outside of this house is a country called The United States of America. Either of you ever investigate the laws pertaining to dogs here? No? Then let me give you a quick synopsis. How easy do you think it would be for me to put you both in to the trunk of my filthy car and drive you to the friggin pound where you could be adopted by some meth freak who ties you to a tree and lets you sit in your own fecal matter day and night? I could do it like that. (He snaps his fingers and glares.)Heres another option: I could have you put to sleep! By which I mean put to death. All I would have to do is make up any kind of crazy story about how you bit someone. Anyone. Even someone I hate. It'd be my word against yours and don't forget, you can't even speak English. What I'm trying to tell you is that your ass belongs to me. Does everyone get what I'm saying? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squirty and Bosco sit quietly cowering, terrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER:All right then. When I ask you if you want to go for a walk, I expect you to line up single file. Right here. No jumping. No noise. NOW. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The dogs sheepishly approach him and he hooks them to leashes. Then they stand quietly as he contnues to yell.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER: And when we are on the God Damn walk, first one to pull or push ...either of you familiar with the term vivisection? I can sell you to a lab where they'll pin your eyes open and spray hair spray in to them? You'll PRAY for the gas chamber after that. Anyone not clear? Okay, let the owner back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The woman who owns the dogs comes back in to the room, sees her dogs sitting quietly on their leashes, and gasps in shock and utter delight.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMAN:OH MY GOD. They never act like this with me. You are amazing. A GENIUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER: It's all about taking control with the proper calm assertive attitude. Now we're all going to walk out this door together.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He opens the door and makes a gesture, offering the owner to walk out in front of him. Flattered, she does. He follows, and before he lets the dogs out he turns to them with a final warning.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAISER &lt;br /&gt;First one to get out of line...Pssshhhhhttttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(He pantomimes spraying hairspray in to someone's face. &lt;br /&gt;The dogs cower, then follow obediently.) &lt;p class="date"&gt;12.07.2007.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:merrill@merrillmarkoe.com"&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffffff" size="2"&gt;merrill@merrillmarkoe.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=49784267&amp;amp;blogID=324165941&amp;amp;Mytoken=F328C4A6-BD34-4CE9-95B7FE2BFABAD3A81009804"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;2:38 PM &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=49784267&amp;amp;blogID=324165941&amp;amp;Mytoken=F328C4A6-BD34-4CE9-95B7FE2BFABAD3A81009804"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;0 Comments&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendID=49784267&amp;amp;blogID=324165941&amp;amp;Mytoken=F328C4A6-BD34-4CE9-95B7FE2BFABAD3A81009804"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;0 Kudos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>10.26.07 Horrorscope</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:17:20Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:17:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Friday, October 26, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;i think i’ll just be a scarecrow this year &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/accomplished.gif" /&gt; accomplished &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=10"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Goals, Plans, Hopes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&lt;img height="36" alt="Libra (September 23-October 22)" width="277" src="http://www.freewillastrology.com/images/header.libra.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A survey of Russians revealed their thoughts about the best ways to get rich. A third of them said that stealing is most effective, whether that comes in the form of embezzlement, fraud, extortion, or plain old larceny. I don't recommend that approach to you, Libra, even though you're in an astrological phase that's favorable for increasing your wealth. Instead, consider these strategies: working harder and smarter, expanding and deepening your web of connections, intensifying your commitment to excellence, and reading a book like &lt;i&gt;Personal Finance for Dummies.&lt;/i&gt; Halloween costume suggestion: an impeccably styled schmooze specialist carrying a wad of big bills and a Wall Street Journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>10.4.07 There Are No Errors</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:16:45Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:16:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Thursday, October 04, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;marvelous error &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/calm.gif" /&gt; calm &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=25"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Writing and Poetry&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last night as I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt—marvelous error!—&lt;br /&gt;that a spring was breaking&lt;br /&gt;out in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I said: Along which secret aqueduct,&lt;br /&gt;Oh water, are you coming to me,&lt;br /&gt;water of a new life&lt;br /&gt;that I have never drunk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt—marvelous error!—&lt;br /&gt;that I had a beehive&lt;br /&gt;here inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;And the golden bees&lt;br /&gt;were making white combs&lt;br /&gt;and sweet honey&lt;br /&gt;from my old failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt—marvelous error!—&lt;br /&gt;that a fiery sun was giving&lt;br /&gt;light inside my heart.&lt;br /&gt;It was fiery because I felt&lt;br /&gt;warmth as from a hearth,&lt;br /&gt;and sun because it gave light&lt;br /&gt;and brought tears to my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I slept,&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt—marvelous error!—&lt;br /&gt;that it was God I had&lt;br /&gt;here inside my heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--Antonio Machado, 1903&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>8.28.07 Nonsense</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:15:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:15:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Tuesday, August 28, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;i just can’t do it &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/curious.gif" /&gt; curious &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two words I cannot bring myself to employ in daily speech:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*booyah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*hella&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two television shows I could probably become addicted to but I refuse:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Big Brother&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*any of the CSI shows&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two sports I have not tried, and most likely will not:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*hockey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*softball&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two states&amp;nbsp;where I would not choose to live:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Iowa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Texas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Two places I would rather be than here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*a beach with a cabana boy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*a beach with a cabana boy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/11FVGRlg51L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Currently listening : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000KITXTG?tag=myspace08-20&amp;amp;link_code=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Live at KEXP (Volume Two)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By Patti Smith (with Lenny Kaye) &lt;img height="1" alt="" width="1" border="0" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=myspace08-20&amp;amp;l=xm2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000KITXTG" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>8.20.07 Yoga Beginner in the Rain</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:14:47Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:14:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Monday, August 20, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;arambhavastha and rain-soaked pants &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/amused.gif" /&gt; amused &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=10"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Goals, Plans, Hopes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so it goes...we are all beginners at some point or another.&amp;nbsp; Somehow, embracing being a beginner at age 34 feels very humbling yet very liberating all at once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Saturday nobody else showed up for yoga at 11:30 a.m. so in essence I received a two-hour private lesson.&amp;nbsp; I am very excited not only about the physical aspects of this stuff, but the spiritual theory as well.&amp;nbsp; This is so much more than simply moving my body.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning as I walked up the hill toward work my&amp;nbsp;Easter-egg-lavender rain jacket (mental note to&amp;nbsp;think about replacing it) became soaked with rain.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My glasses were fogged up and had rain drops on them.&amp;nbsp; My pants became completely soaked and stuck to the front of my thighs.&amp;nbsp; It was both horrible and wonderful at the same time, oddly enough.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As I sat on the bus watching the rain fall I thought about how this rain signals&amp;nbsp;being close to the end of tourists clogging the&amp;nbsp;streets.&amp;nbsp; That made me&amp;nbsp;smile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>8.15.07 Yoga</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:13:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:13:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Wednesday, August 15, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;on the edge &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/restless.gif" /&gt; restless &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=3"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Fashion, Style, Shopping&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just have to say that I am loving those little clothing&amp;nbsp;shops on E Broadway for their edgy/cute/cheapness!&amp;nbsp; I found a pair of BR denim trousers for $13 (gently used...), a trendy tee-shirt for $5 (this one was new).&amp;nbsp; Oh yeah, then there is the shop where you can get stripper boots.&amp;nbsp; But I didn't buy those.&amp;nbsp; Yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last evening I tried&amp;nbsp;yoga at a small studio a few blocks away from home.&amp;nbsp; I tried yoga a few years ago, but it was a bad experience&amp;nbsp;(it just sucked and the&amp;nbsp;instructor ridiculed people in the class.)&amp;nbsp; It felt great and I am going to go again on Friday.&amp;nbsp; The instructor was&amp;nbsp;inspiring in an accessible way&amp;nbsp;-- easy to follow and used "props" like blocks and a strap, for poses that are difficult for newbies like me.&amp;nbsp; I think it's a good sign that these yoga people seem so unbelievably chill.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I just want to shake them and make them be balls of stress like the rest of us!&amp;nbsp; Not really...but it's interesting to see how a bit of moving the body can increase relaxation.&amp;nbsp; This time I am not going to get all&amp;nbsp;compulsive and do exercise two hours a day for 6 days a week and burn-out, as I tend to do.&amp;nbsp; I am simply&amp;nbsp;going to continue&amp;nbsp;walking home from work, do yoga a couple times a&amp;nbsp;week, and&amp;nbsp;gradually add stuff in as my body asks for it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Then, and only then, will I attain the "yoga chillness" that is so coveted in these circles.&amp;nbsp; Okay, maybe not, but at least I will be doing something healthy for my body and mind.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>8.10.07 Another Silly Survey</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:12:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:12:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="10" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr class="spacer"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"&gt;&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Friday, August 10, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;stolen &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/awake.gif" /&gt; awake &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=2"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Blogging&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A is for age: 34.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;good lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;B is for beer of choice: terminal gravity IPA (here's a shout out to or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;egon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;C is for career right now: counselor/social worker (in transition soon) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;D is for your dog's name?&amp;nbsp;ollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;E is for essential item you use everyday: lotion for my ashy skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;F is for favorite TV show at the moment: the news when&amp;nbsp;i can catch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;G is for favorite game: footsie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;H is for Home town: dirty, dirty wapato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I is for instruments you play: no longer, but did play tuba, a bit of trombone, flute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;J is for favorite juice: either cranberry or grapefruit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;K is for whose butt you'd like to kick: maybe my brother scott's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;L is for last place you ate: café&amp;nbsp;julie (still need to finish cleaning—fun friday night plans...cleaning!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;M is for marriage: seems like an eternity ago, but no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;N is for your full name: julie kay.&amp;nbsp; ain't it&amp;nbsp;just precious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;O is for overnight hospital stays: tonsillectomy and miscarriage, not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;P is for people you were with today: &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;coworkers, mainly, and bosslady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Q is for quote: "i was elected to *lead*, not to *read.*" (GO SEE THE SIMPSONS.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;R is for Biggest Regret: have almost eliminated regret from my vocabulary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;S is for status: Officially Tired and in Need of a Weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;T is for time you woke up today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time hour="6" minute="30"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;6:30am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt; (about an hour late)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;U is for underwear you have on now: sheer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;V is for vegetable you love: many/most—but especially asparagus, steamed artichokes…loving tomatoes right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;W is for worst habit: yes, procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;X is for x-rays you've had: hmm.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;CT scan of head.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; x&lt;/span&gt;-ray of spine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; my t&lt;/span&gt;eef at the dentist.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;maybe more i forgot about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Y is for yummy food you ate today: string cheese and cawfee.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(it's been busy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Z is for the zodiac sign: LIBRA.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&amp;nbsp; c&lt;/span&gt;an't you tell?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>8.6.07 Smiling Teenager</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:11:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:11:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Monday, August 06, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;rainbows and unicorns and whiskers on kittens &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/grateful.gif" /&gt; grateful &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=12"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like a good&amp;nbsp;achingly sad film,&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;a lyrical and emotional song just as much as the next&amp;nbsp;person.&amp;nbsp; (The person who revels in crying at the best greeting cards, or when thinking of my dog, or...).&amp;nbsp; But I am also a cynic.&amp;nbsp; I have gotten to the point where I cannot stand overtly sweet or sappy&amp;nbsp;sentiment.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sacchirine-sweet&amp;nbsp;drivel without actual content or soul&amp;nbsp;just doesn't do much for me.&amp;nbsp; Those forwarded e-mails saying how I should hug more people and smile like a clueless simpleton, or pet puppies each and every hour...they drive me insane!&amp;nbsp; And if I don't do it, and forward it on to 1000 of my closest "friends" I am doomed to die alone and miserable.&amp;nbsp; Too sweet is not good!&amp;nbsp; It's actually rather disgusting.&amp;nbsp; The same goes for music or movies, by the way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I just had to blog about this thing that happened to me today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was walking up the hill toward work.&amp;nbsp; I could see two gangly, clad-in-black teenagers approaching me walking in the opposite direction.&amp;nbsp; They looked like the type who would scowl at best and walk on, presumably discussing their teenage woes and how best to deal with the angst.&amp;nbsp; (Okay, so now my bias is totally on display...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Instead, the one on the left (their left, not mine) looked me in they eye and gave me the kindest, warmest smile I have witnessed from any stranger ever.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I don't think it held any&amp;nbsp;intention or agenda, other than to greet another human in a way that acknowledged our common condition of being human.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It surprised me so that I almost stopped walking.&amp;nbsp; As I thought of his smile, a huge smile broke out on my face.&amp;nbsp; I could not help it!&amp;nbsp; As I walked on, I approached another stranger walking the other way.&amp;nbsp; I still had the smile on my face, and he smiled back and said hello in a very warm and kind way.&amp;nbsp; The whole thing felt so good!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess I'm making up for that day I missed in kindergarten.&amp;nbsp; I learned a big lesson today about skepticism and the power humans have to do good things&amp;nbsp;for each other -- all from some random teenager's smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am humbled.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I still don't want the sweet crap.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>8.1.07 Embarassing Stupid Survey</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:11:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:11:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Wednesday, August 01, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;is it just me or do these categories not fit? &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/accomplished.gif" /&gt; accomplished &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=18"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Parties and Nightlife&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;1. Ever been to a strip club? Yes&lt;br /&gt;2. Ever been to a bar? Yes&lt;br /&gt;3. Ever been kicked out of a bar or a club? Just recently...!&lt;br /&gt;4. Ever been so drunk you had to be carried out of somewhere? Not really, but I have had to be put to bed.&lt;br /&gt;5. Kissed someone of the same sex? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;6. Thrown up from drinking too much? Ick.&amp;nbsp; Not recently.&lt;br /&gt;7. Had sex in a car? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;8. Had sex in a park? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;9. Had sex in a cinema? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;10. Had sex in a bathroom? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;11. Had sex at work? No.&lt;br /&gt;12. Have you ever been to an adult store? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;13. Bought something from an "adult" store? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;14. Is there anyone on your friends list you would ever consider having sex with? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;15. Have you ever had a threesome? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;16. Are your breasts real? God.&amp;nbsp; I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;17. Have you ever kissed a stranger? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;18. Does anyone have naughty pics of you? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;19. Ever had oral sex in a nightclub? No.&lt;br /&gt;20. Ever had sex with someone you met through Myspace? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;21. Ever been tied up? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;22. Ever recommended a toy? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;22a. What was it? The rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;22b. Did they take the recommendation? No idea.&lt;br /&gt;23. Ever sleep with someone to help them get over a bad situation (funeral, divorce) Yes.&amp;nbsp; Did that with my ex husband and got pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;24. Take someone's virginity? Maybe more than once.&amp;nbsp; Definitely once.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;25. Get walked in on? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;25a. In flagrento? No.&lt;br /&gt;25b. By someone who wasn't supposed to see it? No.&lt;br /&gt;26. Ever make someone's fantasy come true? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;27. Ever sleep with someone else's spouse? Yes, see 27a.&lt;br /&gt;27a. With permission? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;28. Ever been explicitly recommended to a lover's friend? It seems so...&lt;br /&gt;29. Ever share a fantasy in the hopes it would happen? Absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;30. Ever lie on sex survey? What is the point of that?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>7.26.07 Midst of Summer</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:09:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:09:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Thursday, July 26, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;i love the nightlife. i got to boogie. &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/irritated.gif" /&gt; irritated &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=18"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Parties and Nightlife&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work is so busy now!&amp;nbsp; I feel sort of good at being so busy, but I have hardly any time to procrastinate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On top of that, I am chronically sleep-deprived because I cannot stay home or relax.&amp;nbsp; I HAVE TO MAKE GOOD USE OF TIME OFF WITH AS MUCH FUN AS POSSIBLE.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lordy!&amp;nbsp; Here is one Libra who knows nothing of this concept of balance.&amp;nbsp; Nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yes, madness with greens continues.&amp;nbsp; I stopped at a PCC market today and had the best salad for lunch.&amp;nbsp; It was called Emerald City Salad or some such thing.&amp;nbsp; It was kale and parsley and swiss chard cut into small strips, with wild rice (the black grains) and yellow and red bell peppers, and fennel dressed up in lemon vinagrette.&amp;nbsp; It was fantastic.&amp;nbsp; I loved the chewiness of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My boss is going to see Pink Martini at the zoo tonight.&amp;nbsp; I am pretty sure I saw them at a New Year's Eve concert a few years ago.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't seem too enthusiastic, but I am enthusiastic for her.&amp;nbsp; They are from Portland.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately I have been missing The Portland.&amp;nbsp; I went to the Redhook brewery "campus" the other evening and all I could think of was how much&amp;nbsp;more charming and cool McMenamin's Edgefield is in comparison.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay.&amp;nbsp; Going to go home soon I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>7.24.07 Summer and Cooking</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:09:01Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:09:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Tuesday, July 24, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;the boots. they are made for walking. &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=6"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Dreams and the Supernatural&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dreamless sleep last night.&amp;nbsp; I have these long stretches of time where I can't remember dreams...then I have these phases where the dreams are really vivid and I cannot get them out of my head for days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Walked home from work again last evening, then made great quinoa salad for dinner (also had glass of red wine with it.)&amp;nbsp; It felt so good to make it home in about the same time as being on the bus.&amp;nbsp; Of course, window shopping slows down the process, as does stepping into the store with the gorgeous handmade shoes and fondling them for a few brief seconds.&amp;nbsp; Barring any weather catastrophes, I will do it again tonight and this time I will not stop, and I will time it.&amp;nbsp; The trusty Keens are on my feet today.&amp;nbsp; Yeah.&amp;nbsp; They are not boots, but they are definitely made for walkin'!&amp;nbsp; (p.s.&amp;nbsp; according to mapquest it is just under 3 miles...that is more than I thought...wonder if it is accurate?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Okay.&amp;nbsp; Back to work.&amp;nbsp; But I will tell you about the quinoa salad first...you did not ask, but I am going to force it upon you.&amp;nbsp; You are welcome.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was improvised and I think it turned out well:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote dir="ltr" style="MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px"&gt;&lt;p&gt;*1C uncooked (not sure how much cooked quinoa it made) quinoa (I added a bit of chicken bouillon into the water.)&amp;nbsp; I cooked the quinoa as I prepared the vegetables and other ingredients.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*A mess of greens (heh) which were prebagged from Trader Joe's, sauteed in olive oil which I had first lightly sauteed/infused with&amp;nbsp;a bit of garlic and red pepper flakes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I *heart* greens!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Also threw in with the greens, crimini mushrooms (they were presliced 'cause I am lazy that way) and chopped up red bell pepper.&amp;nbsp; In hindsight, the red pepper should have gone in first, followed by the mushrooms.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*Once it was all sauteed/cooked/I threw the quinoa into the pan with the veggies, then added a few unsalted and roasted sunflower seeds (again, TJ's) and about a cup of frozen peas.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I whisked together a bit of red wine vinegar, olive oil, soy sauce and a dash of tabasco and then when well whisked I poured it all over the salad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;*I ate it warm for dinner, but for lunch it will be cold and/or room temp.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/11utjTCXT2L.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Currently listening : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000NVIGC0?tag=myspace08-20&amp;amp;link_code=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Sky Blue Sky&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By Wilco &lt;br /&gt;Release date: 15 May, 2007 &lt;img height="1" alt="" width="1" border="0" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=myspace08-20&amp;amp;l=xm2&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000NVIGC0" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>7.23.07 Paris, je t'aime</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:08:22Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:08:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Monday, July 23, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;francophile &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/satisfied.gif" /&gt; satisfied &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=14"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Movies, TV, Celebrities&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Through the neighborhoods of Paris, love is veiled, revealed, imitated, sucked dry, reinvented and awakened."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--plot outline&amp;nbsp;from IMDB for Paris, je t'aime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I finally saw "Paris, je t'aime."&amp;nbsp; I am throwing a huge tantrum now because I want to GO TO EUROPE &lt;font size="1"&gt;(again...never did make it to Paris.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt; It was a charming movie, very sweet but not too precious.&amp;nbsp; It was a series of short vignettes&amp;nbsp;all set in Paris and related somehow to some sort of love.&amp;nbsp; Each&amp;nbsp;short story had&amp;nbsp;a different&amp;nbsp;director and writer, including Gus Van Sant, Wes Craven and Gérard Depardieu (who also acted in the film.) It had a&amp;nbsp;whole slew of great actors including Steve Buscemi, Li Xin, Willem Dafoe, Nick Nolte, Maggie&amp;nbsp;Gyllenhaal...on and on...and many&amp;nbsp;French actors&amp;nbsp;who were unfamiliar to me...good little film.&amp;nbsp; Lots of fun!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Over the weekend I also decided I am going to check in to LMP (massage) school for kicks.&amp;nbsp; Might be a good bridge for PA (Physician Assistant School)&amp;nbsp;school, non?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euphorbia1972:8901</id>
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    <title>7.20.07 Irritated by the Bus</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:07:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:07:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Friday, July 20, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;novelty has worn off &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/apathetic.gif" /&gt; apathetic &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=10"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Goals, Plans, Hopes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just this morning I spotted a new species of bus riding person.&amp;nbsp; This one is known as the &lt;em&gt;utilikilt wearing sensitive ponytail&amp;nbsp;man baby boomerus&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They&amp;nbsp;tend to also wear sandals and copious amounts of silver jewelrey.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As far as&amp;nbsp;I can tell, they keep to themselves and enjoy reading sci-fi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm going to walk home again today.&amp;nbsp; It was rather pleasant yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I carried a full-length mirror all the way home from bed bath and BEYOND, a bag of dog treats and toys, and gigantic heavy candle...and so I felt a bit odd.&amp;nbsp; But otherwise, great exercise and no bus stresses, like stink and&amp;nbsp;overcrowding and cranky bitches.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" border="0" class="blogContentInfo"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://ec1.images-amazon.com/images/I/11DdFcL+ufL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Currently listening : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000RGSOQO?tag=myspace08-20&amp;amp;link_code=xm2&amp;amp;camp=2025&amp;amp;dev-t=D2WQY839001DMT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Ga Ga Ga Ga Ga (Limited Edition Bonus Disc)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;By Spoon &lt;br /&gt;Release date: 10 July, 2007 &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euphorbia1972:8544</id>
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    <title>7.16.07 Mercurial?</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:06:56Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:06:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Monday, July 16, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;word of the day &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/curious.gif" /&gt; curious &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=12"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Life&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;mer·cu·ri·al&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="pronset"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;span style="DISPLAY: none; mso-hide: all"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; [mer-kyoor-ee-uhl]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;–adjective &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;changeable; volatile; fickle; flighty; erratic: a mercurial nature.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;animated; lively; sprightly; quick-witted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;pertaining to, containing, or caused by the metal mercury.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;(initial capital letter) of or pertaining to the metal mercury.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;(initial capital letter) of or pertaining to the planet mercury.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;Origin: &lt;span class="rom-inline"&gt;1350–1400; &lt;/span&gt;ME &amp;lt; L &lt;i&gt;mercurialis&lt;/i&gt; of, pertaining to the god or planet Mercury. See &lt;span class="sc"&gt;mercury, -al&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;v:shape style="WIDTH: 1.5pt; HEIGHT: 3pt" type="_x0000_t75" alt=""&gt; &lt;v:imagedata o:href="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" src="file:///C:..DOCUME~1..beselj..LOCALS~1..Temp..msohtml1..01..clip_image001.png"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;]&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="src"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;font color="#666666"&gt;Dictionary.com Unabridged (v 1.1)&lt;br /&gt;Based on the Random House Unabridged Dictionary, © Random House, Inc. 2006.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;</content>
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    <title>7.13.07 A View of I-5</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:05:46Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:05:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Friday, July 13, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;and the sign said &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/tired.gif" /&gt; tired &lt;br /&gt;Category: &lt;a href="http://blog.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.viewCategory&amp;amp;FriendID=49784267&amp;amp;BlogCategoryID=2"&gt;&lt;font color="#003399"&gt;Blogging&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So it's not a lunch caper, but&amp;nbsp;an adventure in&amp;nbsp;signs that make me giggle.&amp;nbsp; I was out and about seeing clients and walked by an apartment building&amp;nbsp;with this&amp;nbsp;sign:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i11.tinypic.com/66nzos9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was curious about how charming this apartment must be, so I looked up and saw this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i15.tinypic.com/67rldzp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In my book that's not charming, but then I&amp;nbsp;noticed these apartments might have a view of the city and the water.&amp;nbsp; But then I also noticed they overlook this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i9.tinypic.com/6g2fslk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, folks, that is I-5.&amp;nbsp; You too can live where your balcony&amp;nbsp; not only overlooks and hears all of the charm of I-5, but as a bonus you also get the scent of exhaust!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:euphorbia1972:7982</id>
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    <title>7.3.07 Pioneer Square Piss</title>
    <published>2008-02-12T18:04:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-12T18:04:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&lt;p class="blogTimeStamp"&gt;Tuesday, July 03, 2007 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" class="blog"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="30"&gt;&lt;img height="1" alt="" width="30" border="0" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/spacer.gif" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p class="blogSubject"&gt;piss off &lt;br /&gt;Current mood: &lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://x.myspace.com/images/blog/moods/iBrads/amused.gif" /&gt; amused &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="blogContent"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is beautiful out there today, so I spent my lunch break eating here:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i17.tinypic.com/4kchvzm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tried the Korean/ricebowl place again.&amp;nbsp; It is now a habit.&amp;nbsp; This was the maguro bowl.&amp;nbsp; Excellent!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i10.tinypic.com/62iu8md.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I was eating, this man&amp;nbsp;decided he needed to pee&amp;nbsp;in the bushes.&amp;nbsp; Right.&amp;nbsp; Next.&amp;nbsp; To.&amp;nbsp; Me.&amp;nbsp; This was in broad daylight in a very crowded Pioneer Square.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://i13.tinypic.com/4qgeq2g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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