<?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-6782960</id><updated>2011-09-05T11:20:23.689-04:00</updated><category term='Wh'/><title type='text'>Redhead Dancing</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is music.










all text copyright 2004-08</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>242</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8092713669915273051</id><published>2010-01-02T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T13:00:28.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry...</title><content type='html'>we're closed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8092713669915273051?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8092713669915273051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8092713669915273051' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8092713669915273051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8092713669915273051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2010/01/sorry.html' title='sorry...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-956291663214859515</id><published>2009-10-05T15:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T16:09:26.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>babble</title><content type='html'>I saw Neil Gaiman at the Cleveland Public Library yesterday with &lt;a href="http://latereviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Critic&lt;/a&gt;, The Wife and TLC.  I'm mildly in love now!  I described the day to my friends at work, which prompted one of them to say, "you should have slipped him your number".   I replied, "are you kidding?  I don't want to be killed by his girlfriend!"  Since none of them knew who I was referring to, I pulled up a photo of &lt;a href="http://www.amandapalmer.net/"&gt;her&lt;/a&gt;.  My coworker, who has a low tolerance for "alternative culture" said, "he's dating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;her &lt;/span&gt;and no one's dating you?!"  It is a mystery...  And I feel loved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-956291663214859515?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/956291663214859515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=956291663214859515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/956291663214859515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/956291663214859515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/10/babble.html' title='babble'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8798478865054085436</id><published>2009-09-22T11:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:59:58.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>getting ahead of myself</title><content type='html'>I had a truly frightening thought while I was delirious on codeine cough syrup - I'm going to be 40 in 19 months.  40!  30 didn't bother me.  I was almost relieved to reach my 30s, but 40 is a different story.  At least I still look 25 :)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...part of my midlife crisis was the decision to go to grad school regardless of location or funding (the regardless of funding part is pure delusion - funding is a huge issue!).  Right now the contenders are:  University of Wisconsin, University of Manchester, UK and University of Sydney, Australia.  U of Wisc has one of the leaders in the field, if not THE leader in the US, for what I want to study - Enlightenment v. Nazi views of Jews as citizens - so that's my #1 pick for now, but studying European history in Europe would be cool.  I was surprised that Australia would even have a Jewish Studies program since there aren't many Jews there, but who am I to complain?  I think I need to visit the school!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also an issue in my freakout was the looming loneliness of being single, but I have accepted my life as a spinster (or whatever the proper term would be for the modern era).  I plan to enjoy the single life by seeing the world and having experiences I wouldn't be able to have if I was tied down to a family.  Hopefully this will quiet the biological clock and repress the envy I have of my friends with families.  And maybe I can even make them envious of me :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, midlife crisis post over.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8798478865054085436?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8798478865054085436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8798478865054085436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8798478865054085436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8798478865054085436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/09/getting-ahead-of-myself.html' title='getting ahead of myself'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8805350079880904090</id><published>2009-09-13T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:45:52.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>filler</title><content type='html'>I had planned to blog tonight, but I feel like crap.  I spent the weekend at my mom's with her cats. Have I mentioned I'm allergic to cats?  Very allergic!  It's not enough she went to Jackson without me, she had to try to kill me with cat dander!  Anyway...look forward to a post later this week. I'm hoping that if I publicly declare that I'm going to post something this week, I'll actually do it. Who wants to take bets?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8805350079880904090?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8805350079880904090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8805350079880904090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8805350079880904090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8805350079880904090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/09/filler.html' title='filler'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4461931621738217367</id><published>2009-09-10T11:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T11:24:23.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Is anyone still out there?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The summer is over, and I accomplished very little on my to do list.  Now I'm accomplishing very little class work, but at least I'm consistent!  This semester marks my 20th year as an undergrad. I'm so ready to be finished with this damn degree!  Only 2 more semesters after this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that's all for now.  Time to order CDs for the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4461931621738217367?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4461931621738217367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4461931621738217367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4461931621738217367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4461931621738217367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/09/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-3249103923834429714</id><published>2009-06-19T10:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:25:09.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 weeks in a row</title><content type='html'>Thanks for putting up with my ranting last week.  I was just so frustrated with ignorant people, who have no opinions of their own, parroting the party line.  I'll let it go.  For now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week's news:  My brother plans to propose to his girlfriend this weekend!  I'm very happy for him.  But of course the "oh woe is me, I'm doomed to be a spinster" mentality will probably creep in soon, especially since he is younger than me.  Whatever.  I'm good at being a spinster, and anyway, all the decent men are gay!  So, I'll remain happy that at least one of us will be married.  And, the wedding will be held in Jackson, so I get to go back to paradise for the festivities.  (Yes, Jackson, WY is my idea of paradise.  I prefer the mountains to the beach.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wrote this last Friday, but wanted to wait until the families were informed before I posted anything.  Since then my brother has proposed and is now engaged.  The wedding should be sometime next summer.  Congrats baby brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-3249103923834429714?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3249103923834429714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=3249103923834429714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3249103923834429714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3249103923834429714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-weeks-in-row.html' title='2 weeks in a row'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4320042617809614571</id><published>2009-06-12T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:46:59.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pundit for a day</title><content type='html'>I'm getting very tired of the Obama bashing!  Especially when it's coming from former Obama supporters!  The man told us during his entire campaign that he was a different kind of politician. That's why we voted for him.  We were all screaming for change, but we know how well some people handle change.  I'm not surprised the right is acting the way it is, although the outcry is far more violent than I expected.  I'd like to use this post to address some of the attacks launched at President Obama in the past weeks.  I don't normally talk politics, mostly because I don't know what I'm talking about, but since people far more ignorant than me are out their spreading their idiocy, I thought I'd chime in with my 2 cents.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  If affordable health care coverage for all Americans means socialism, then call me a socialist!  We are one of the most advanced countries in the world, if no longer one of the richest.  Why do we feel we don't need to take care of each other.  I hate to point this out, but we can't all have great jobs with great benefits.  We live in a consumer society, so we need people to work in the customer service industry.  An industry that can't, or won't, pay it's employees a livable wage and does not offer health benefits.  I'm sorry, but if you want to keep eating at your fancy restaurants, then let the servers and the cooks have decent health care so you don't get sick from the food they are serving  you!  For a supposedly "Christian" nation, we are populated with some of the most self-absorbed people on the planet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  Somehow, Obama's presidency has turned into a Jewish problem.  The nutjob white supremacists who cheered for von Brunn claim that Obama is just a puppet for the Jews.  This is amusing if you heard the Jewish outcry over Obama's speech in Cairo.  I don't know or understand how we Jews became an issue, but I have to admit it scares me more than just a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Israel/Palestine  Obama's speech in Cairo raised hackles in the Jewish community.  I don't disagree with much the President said, but I do take issue that Israel and the Palestinians are the only parties at play in this problem.   I think the other countries in the Middle East need to step in and take some responsibility.  You know, all those countries who refused to take in the Palestinians when the UN made Israel a Jewish state.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just a start.  However, my break is over and I need to get back to work.  Feel free to discuss, debate and disagree with me.  Until next time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4320042617809614571?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4320042617809614571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4320042617809614571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4320042617809614571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4320042617809614571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/06/pundit-for-day.html' title='pundit for a day'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2697282759450002869</id><published>2009-05-05T15:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:20:31.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goals for the summer</title><content type='html'>Now that I am officially done with the semester (okay, not quite, I have a paper to write that I cannot seem to produce), I can start thinking about putting my life back together.  Therefore, I publicly declare my goals for the summer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  clean my apartment - I got used to having a clean apartment when I had a roommate (I also got used to her doing the cleaning).  When she moved out, I tried to keep up with it, and did for a few weeks.  However, now the place is a complete disaster!  Not only do I need to clean, I need to purge tons of stuff I've hoarded for years.  My neighbors won't like me much as I single handedly fill the dumpster, but I will feel accomplished and unburdened!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  clean my car - just as my apartment has spiraled into chaos, so has my car.  Unlike my apartment, I should be able to take care of this in a single weekend (note the use of the word "should").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  READ - I think I only read one book on my summer reading list last year.  I underestimated the amount of time I'd spend working on Spanish.  I am not taking classes this summer, and my second job allows me to read on the clock, so I have no excuses!  I already have 5 books lined up (3 of which are YA novels).  If you have any recommendations, please share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  blog - I think a post a week is a realistic goal for blogging.  There's no point keeping this thing up if I don't write on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  sleep - I have my second sleep study tonight.  This is the one where they hook me up to the CPAP and calibrate it to my needs.  I get to take the machine home with me in the morning and I will supposedly get restful sleep from now on.  I honestly don't know what that means, or what to expect from this process; but if I can have a functioning brain again, I'll consider this whole thing a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it.  My goals for the summer.  As I accomplish one, I might add another, but let's not get carried away.  I want to enjoy the break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2697282759450002869?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2697282759450002869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2697282759450002869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2697282759450002869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2697282759450002869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/05/goals-for-summer.html' title='goals for the summer'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-1617712307530532422</id><published>2009-04-06T17:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:30:02.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another question</title><content type='html'>How can a musician be a bad dancer?  There was a horn player in the band this weekend who was one of the most awkward dancers I've ever seen!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-1617712307530532422?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1617712307530532422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=1617712307530532422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1617712307530532422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1617712307530532422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-question.html' title='another question'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5678854948185264688</id><published>2009-04-05T23:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:10:44.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wh'/><title type='text'>question</title><content type='html'>Why do some gay men feel the urge to make out with women when they're drunk?  Conversely, why do drunk women hit on openly gay men when they're drunk.  Do different rules apply to sexual orientation when alcohol is involved?  Okay, so I asked more than one question.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5678854948185264688?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5678854948185264688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5678854948185264688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5678854948185264688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5678854948185264688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/04/question.html' title='question'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2113022104504623311</id><published>2009-03-27T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:43:45.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>I'm back at the drive-in after a 6 month hiatus.  I've stepped back into it like I've never been away. Not that it's really all that challenging, but still...&lt;div&gt;Tonight we're showing Monsters vs. Aliens.  Since I'll hear more than I'll see, I won't be able to give any kind of review.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, not enlightening, but it's a post.  I get to take my break now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2113022104504623311?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2113022104504623311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2113022104504623311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2113022104504623311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2113022104504623311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-3934152523272736372</id><published>2009-03-25T14:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:17:11.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lookee here, a blog!  my blog, you say?  I have a blog?  I don't remember.  hmm...  maybe I should write something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm getting a passport for my birthday.  Before the harassment starts, yes this is my first passport.  Lame, I know, but better late than never.  There are no specific travel plans in the works (although we're making something up for the application), but I think the first trip will be to the British Isles.  Mother doesn't want to go any place she doesn't speak the language.  Baby steps.  Last year, she didn't want to leave the continent.  Retirement is doing wonders for her wanderlust! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I know I'll have a passport, I'm trying to figure out how to attend a two week workshop in Lithuania.  I've had more than one person tell me that I don't want to travel to a former Soviet Bloc country, but I really want to attend this workshop!  My attempts to find a sponsor on facebook have failed miserably, so since the workshop would fit into my Jewish Studies minor, I'm going to look into educational funding.  I don't really expect to go, but planning for it has been a nice diversion from life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-3934152523272736372?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3934152523272736372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=3934152523272736372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3934152523272736372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3934152523272736372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/03/lookee-here-blog-my-blog-you-say-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4183385822040350039</id><published>2009-03-02T22:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:29:40.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1</title><content type='html'>I bought a new journal over the weekend.  Anyone want to place bets on how long I'll actually write in it before I forget or give up or both?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The short story hasn't gotten past the second sentence.  Mostly because I don't have time for frivolous pursuits such as writing.  I'm immersed in Polybius, Plutarch and Livy.  Somewhere in there I find time for Spanish as well.  Oh, and my job.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of the job, the layoff notices go out this week.  Keep your fingers crossed that neither I nor any of my colleagues and friends receive a letter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4183385822040350039?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4183385822040350039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4183385822040350039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4183385822040350039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4183385822040350039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/03/day-1.html' title='Day 1'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8547135323446461346</id><published>2009-02-20T11:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T11:09:47.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the bitch</title><content type='html'>I finally had enough and asked my roommate to move out last night.  The final straw was my winged Nike sitting on my dining room table with a missing wing.  Actually the final straw was her referring to my winged Nike as an angel.  I've decided that I can't handle living with a 20 year old.  I think even when the 20 year old is my own flesh and blood I won't want to live with her/him.  I feel like a bitch, but this is necessary for my sanity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8547135323446461346?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8547135323446461346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8547135323446461346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8547135323446461346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8547135323446461346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitch.html' title='the bitch'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-133361146243527936</id><published>2009-02-15T21:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T08:12:45.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>experiment #3</title><content type='html'>I sometimes forget&lt;div&gt;when the moon is new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the light will return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it is only in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the darkeness that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we can see the truths&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we hide from ourselves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-133361146243527936?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/133361146243527936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=133361146243527936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/133361146243527936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/133361146243527936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/experiment-3.html' title='experiment #3'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8148224575277909314</id><published>2009-02-14T18:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:16:06.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>experiment #2</title><content type='html'>Golden sparrows on the green grass&lt;div&gt;ornaments on the lawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I step outside for a better look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but all the sparrows are gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8148224575277909314?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8148224575277909314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8148224575277909314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8148224575277909314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8148224575277909314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/experiment-2.html' title='experiment #2'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-44797008455052857</id><published>2009-02-13T23:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:09:27.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>note to a non-valentine</title><content type='html'>I am learning to be content with the friendship we share, but that won't keep me from hoping for more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-44797008455052857?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/44797008455052857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=44797008455052857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/44797008455052857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/44797008455052857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/note-to-non-valentine.html' title='note to a non-valentine'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4291720812012202530</id><published>2009-02-10T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:00:05.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>advice</title><content type='html'>E: "Can you explain men to me?&lt;div&gt;B: "Of course.  I know all"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: "Please share your knowledge, master"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;B: "The secret of men is simple:  women are retarded"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E: "Gee, thanks.  That was helpful"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4291720812012202530?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4291720812012202530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4291720812012202530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4291720812012202530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4291720812012202530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/advice.html' title='advice'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5039023349356492376</id><published>2009-02-08T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:09:49.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what I would like to say</title><content type='html'>"You're absolutely insane, which is fine.  It works for you.  But I'm still trying to figure out how to keep up."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5039023349356492376?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5039023349356492376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5039023349356492376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5039023349356492376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5039023349356492376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-would-like-to-say.html' title='what I would like to say'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-3259792847748243578</id><published>2009-02-08T19:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:06:34.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>experiment #1</title><content type='html'>There is no fear &lt;div&gt;in your touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no excitement either&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel only comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when you are near me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-3259792847748243578?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3259792847748243578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=3259792847748243578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3259792847748243578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3259792847748243578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/experiment-1.html' title='experiment #1'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-1105777869906761228</id><published>2009-02-05T16:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:06:52.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling the urge to scrap this blog and start over.  Must resist.  Maybe if I start writing something worthwhile, I won't feel the need to delete everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-1105777869906761228?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1105777869906761228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=1105777869906761228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1105777869906761228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1105777869906761228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-feeling-urge-to-scrap-this-blog-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-3723437658965331308</id><published>2009-02-01T22:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T22:35:50.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I do not understand</title><content type='html'>Why are guys not interested in girls who show interest in them?  It's only when I decided that he's not worth my time that he wants to talk to me.  I don't get it at all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-3723437658965331308?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3723437658965331308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=3723437658965331308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3723437658965331308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3723437658965331308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-do-not-understand.html' title='I do not understand'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2454413197608577858</id><published>2009-01-12T17:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T19:55:21.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here it is</title><content type='html'>My year in review:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post has been bubbling in my brain for weeks.  I really did intend to write it on my one year anniversary, but this crazy Ohio weather has had me feeling less than spectacular.  Let's see if I can remember what I wanted to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I have no regrets!  Regardless of what people might think of bariatric surgery, I am happy I did this.  Although I'm not where I want to be yet, I feel infinitely better than I did just a mere year ago.  I can move.  I can walk.  I can breathe while I'm moving and walking!  I can do yoga and kickboxing (which I was supposed to begin tonight, but now have to work late).  Even my voice lessons have gotten easier because I can breathe so much better.  I have dropped 7 pant sizes, gone from a 7 1/2 WW shoe to a 7 M (one of my motivators for the surgery was my big fat feet.  Not only because I couldn't find shoes wide enough, but also because I couldn't reach them!).  Shopping is starting to get fun!  Now if only I had the pocketbook to keep up with the wardrobe changes! From a physical standpoint this has been one of the best decisions I have ever made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, from an emotional standpoint, it's not so easy.  When researching the surgery, I read all about the emotional fallout.  People (like me) who are emotional eaters have to find new ways to deal with their emotions.  I didn't really have a problem until I reached the 100 lb mark.  For months, I've been trying to figure out what was happening.  Last week, I had an epiphany.  I have been overweight since high school.  I've always been the fat one.  So much so, that it started to define who I was.  After losing weight, that definition had to change, but to what?  I have spent so much of my life thinking of myself in terms of my weight that I never stopped to think of any of my other qualities.  I am now at a place where I need to redefine myself in a positive way, which is terribly difficult for someone who has focused on the negative for such a long time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There I go being depressing again...Like I said, I have no regrets!  I am a stronger person both physically and emotionally (despite the recent insight).  And I'm really looking forward to reaching goal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2454413197608577858?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2454413197608577858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2454413197608577858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2454413197608577858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2454413197608577858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-it-is.html' title='here it is'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2552167819943581575</id><published>2009-01-09T14:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:03:03.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>remember</title><content type='html'>I stole this from &lt;a href="http://theworldaccordingtoeggface.blogspot.com/"&gt;eggface&lt;/a&gt;.  I added a comment or two of my own when necessary.  Sometimes it's good to remind ourselves where we've been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Worst things about being fat:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought one of the worst things about being fat was that other people knew my "issue" I mean most people have "issues" but they don't surface till you get to know a person... mine were right there on my backside, on my stomach... 100+ pounds of issues. They knew I was out of control and every other good thing in my life was negated because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things that sucked about being fat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Having to drive around for "diva parking" because walking across the parking lot was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;-Going shopping with friends and only being able to buy purses.&lt;br /&gt;-When people you were with asked for a booth and you weren't sure you could fit.&lt;br /&gt;-Going to concerts and not being able to fit into the t-shirts.&lt;br /&gt;-Being hot all the time.&lt;br /&gt;-Narrow aisles in stores (especially antique stores many times my butt almost took out a breakable or two)&lt;br /&gt;-Weighing at the Dr. office and seeing them move that little metal weight over one more notch.&lt;br /&gt;-Being limited to three clothing stores.&lt;br /&gt;-Not getting much play anymore ;)&lt;br /&gt;-People analyzing what you order at restaurants. Forget going into an ice cream shop.&lt;br /&gt;-Airplane bathrooms. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;-Tray tables on planes and sitting in the middle seat.&lt;br /&gt;-People always saying, "You have such a pretty face."&lt;br /&gt;-Walking by a group of teenagers and hoping they didn't make comments.&lt;br /&gt;-Having pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;-Ordering things like special shirts for an event or bridesmaid dresses.&lt;br /&gt;-Those desks with attached chairs at University.&lt;br /&gt;-Not fitting on roller coasters and amusement rides.&lt;br /&gt;-Getting into contortions to paint my toes (or just to put on socks).&lt;br /&gt;-Worrying when I heard a creak in a chair.&lt;br /&gt;-Backseat seat belts.&lt;br /&gt;-Old-fashioned movie theater seats and stadium seating.&lt;br /&gt;-Packing a small getaway bag is impossible. 2 garments took up the whole bag.&lt;br /&gt;-Summer clothing (sleeveless, short, revealing, definitely not fat-friendly)&lt;br /&gt;-Never getting a piggy back ride or being swept off my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there are many more and it's been therapeutic making this list so as I think of more I'll add to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2552167819943581575?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2552167819943581575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2552167819943581575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2552167819943581575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2552167819943581575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/01/remember.html' title='remember'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-7290777884610105585</id><published>2009-01-08T21:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:04:56.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one year</title><content type='html'>Today is one year anniversary of my surgery.  If I were in a more reflective mood, I would write a year in review of sorts, but I'm not, so I won't.  However, I couldn't let the day pass without mentioning it. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-7290777884610105585?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7290777884610105585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=7290777884610105585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7290777884610105585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7290777884610105585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-year.html' title='one year'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2176158100347997023</id><published>2008-12-18T10:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T10:55:52.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>I think part of the reason I haven't been posting is because I have nothing worthwhile to say.  I annoy myself with the inane babbling I usually post, so I have just stopped posting.  I don't have time for thoughtful posts.  And most of the time, I have no idea what's going on in the world.  Time won't be an issue for the next few weeks, but I don't know that I'll be catching up on the happenings in the news.  I don't know why, though.  I used to be a CNN and BBC junkie, but I'm just not much interested these days.  Maybe a few days without homework, finals and religious school will reignite my interest in the world.  Until then, I guess you and I both have to deal with my ignorant ramblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2176158100347997023?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2176158100347997023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2176158100347997023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2176158100347997023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2176158100347997023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/12/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-3762898719012189613</id><published>2008-08-08T23:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T23:40:08.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>umm...</title><content type='html'>me:  "I'll take that one.  No wait, size matters."&lt;br /&gt;him:  "what do you want"&lt;br /&gt;me:  "large"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awkward pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew picking out a uniform shirt for work could be so suggestive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-3762898719012189613?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3762898719012189613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=3762898719012189613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3762898719012189613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3762898719012189613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/umm.html' title='umm...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4579069086179654848</id><published>2008-08-02T22:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:19:20.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>cruel summer</title><content type='html'>This has been a rough summer.  Between summer classes, a second job and my return to adolescence, I'm exhausted!  I can't muster the energy to be my normal obnoxious self, and oddly, people are not happy about that.  I would think they would welcome a break from my sarcasm.  Go figure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm not in the mood to write anything worthwhile, I'm going to give you a topic to discuss.  What makes a good feminist?  Talk amongst yourselves...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4579069086179654848?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4579069086179654848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4579069086179654848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4579069086179654848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4579069086179654848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/08/cruel-summer.html' title='cruel summer'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2118322754987752816</id><published>2008-07-11T14:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T14:26:27.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have another?</title><content type='html'>I started a blog for work.  Check &lt;a href="http://bibliofiler.blogspot.com/"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2118322754987752816?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2118322754987752816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2118322754987752816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2118322754987752816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2118322754987752816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-have-another.html' title='Can I have another?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-7012250199664304307</id><published>2008-07-10T22:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:58:57.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos</title><content type='html'>and not a smiley pic of me in the &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/28463033@N05/"&gt;bunch&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-7012250199664304307?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7012250199664304307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=7012250199664304307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7012250199664304307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7012250199664304307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/07/photos.html' title='Photos'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-1150018671424916753</id><published>2008-05-27T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:13:25.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>remember me?</title><content type='html'>Posting will be sporadic this summer.  Spanish is kicking my ass, and it's only week 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm teaching myself to cook.  I'm a lazy cook.  I don't like recipes that require multiple steps, but I'm trying to branch out.  Tonight, I made shredded bbq chicken.  I made my own bbq sauce and shredded the chicken myself.  I love my bbq sauce!  And it's virtually sugar free.  My next project is to make my own salad dressing.  My only complaint is that there is no one else to do the dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is not functioning well enough to say anything intelligent, so that's all you get tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-1150018671424916753?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1150018671424916753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=1150018671424916753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1150018671424916753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1150018671424916753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/05/remember-me.html' title='remember me?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-995160139737004897</id><published>2008-05-12T20:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:11:56.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>redux</title><content type='html'>Two posts on the same day.  Don't get used to it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my first day of post-finals freedom, and I have to admit I'm bored.  I came home from work and watched Juno, basking in my new found freedom.  By the end of the movie, I was thinking about all the things I could be doing instead.  I managed to push aside thoughts of moving furniture and decided to write a letter instead.  I haven't hand written a letter in ages, and unfortunately, my hand writing skills show the neglect.  But it is finished, addressed, stamped and waiting to be put in the mail.  In a couple days, my oldest and dearest friend will receive an envelope filled with illegible babble.  I hope you enjoy it H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm playing on the computer researching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paraben&lt;/span&gt;-free makeup.  If you recall, a few months ago I gave up all products containing sulfates.  Well after a brief, but interesting conversation over the weekend, I decided to do a little research on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;parabens&lt;/span&gt;.  Now that I'm fairly convinced that I should avoid products containing these and other petroleum based ingredients, I have to find alternatives.  Okay, so maybe I don't HAVE to find alternatives, but I like wearing makeup.  I don't wear it everyday, but it's nice to get dolled up and feel pretty, but I don't want to destroy my skin (or the environment) in the process.  You know, if I keep this up, I'm going to end up a vegan hippie chick living on a kibbutz eating only food I've grown myself.  I shudder at the thought :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-995160139737004897?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/995160139737004897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=995160139737004897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/995160139737004897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/995160139737004897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/05/redux.html' title='redux'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5991050106575934380</id><published>2008-05-12T13:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:57:51.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeesh people</title><content type='html'>And by people, I mean one specific person - you know who you are.  Have some compassion for my poor finals-wearied brain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you are right.  I have been neglecting my blog for too long.  It's hard to think of things to write about when I have no life.  No one really wants to hear my opinions on the primaries, and my rantings about gas prices are needless when there are others who are far more eloquent and articulate than I writing about such things.  So I'll stick to the usual, boring ramblings you've come to expect of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the help of Sir Critic, I have compiled my summer reading list and will begin on it tonight.  First up is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-time Indian&lt;/span&gt; by Sherman &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alexie&lt;/span&gt;.  When I'm done with that (which will probably be sometime tomorrow), I have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Yiddish Policeman's Union&lt;/span&gt; ready to go.  After that, I might actually get around to reading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Eyre Affair&lt;/span&gt; by Jasper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fforde&lt;/span&gt;, which I checked out of the library around spring break and never read.  Then I'll start on the books The Critic recommended.  Oh, and I'll be taking two semesters of Spanish this summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later this week, when my brain has recovered and I'm caught up on my sleep, I'll write something worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5991050106575934380?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5991050106575934380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5991050106575934380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5991050106575934380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5991050106575934380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/05/jeesh-people.html' title='Jeesh people'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8398426243533844228</id><published>2008-04-21T20:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T20:54:20.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to put together my summer reading list.  I don't know how much time I'll have to read since I'll be taking 2 semesters of Spanish in 12 weeks, but I'm determined to get through as many books as possible.  I think I'll read a Toni Morrison book, although I don't know which one.  I want to read Julie Andrews' autobiography.  And, maybe some throw away fantasy book, 'cause I haven't read a fantasy book in a long time.  But after that I'm at a loss.  Anyone have any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8398426243533844228?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8398426243533844228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8398426243533844228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8398426243533844228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8398426243533844228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/04/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-1914727191393749465</id><published>2008-04-20T22:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:35:39.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reality</title><content type='html'>Isn't it strange how a chance encounter can boost your ego?  Then, after some time has passed, you realize your new found confidence is really just false bravado.  Nothing has changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-1914727191393749465?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1914727191393749465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=1914727191393749465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1914727191393749465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1914727191393749465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/04/reality.html' title='reality'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2876516075731608909</id><published>2008-04-13T19:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T20:19:44.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>catching up</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile since I've written, so here's a recap of the past few weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get to see Shrug play.  It was a great show, and for once I wasn't there alone.  Shannon and Chad joined me.  We had fun, but I didn't get home until 3:30 am, then turned around and went back to Dayton to go shopping with my mom.  Then life got crazy.  Papers, tests, homework and illness kept me away from my blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, my brother was here for a visit.  I spent much of the week in Dayton hanging out with him and mother.  Hopefully, next summer mother and I will be able to go to Jackson to visit him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, somewhere in there I had a birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm quickly approaching the 80lb mark, people are noticing and commenting on my weight loss.  Most people are supportive and encouraging, but I have run into a few people who can only see the down side.  The strangest part is seeing the changing attitudes of people around me.  For example, there is a woman on campus I had met awhile ago, even had lunch with her, but when I saw her last week she asked if we had met and was far nicer to me than she had ever been before.  And then there is the guy who is avoiding me.  The more weight I lose, the more distant he becomes.  It makes me sad, because I consider him a friend.  Then there are the people who are fawning over my changing body.  I went to a shindig for the Temple last night.  I was all dressed up, made up, and looking pretty good.  People kept complimenting me on my weight loss and telling me how good I looked.  I'm not used to getting attention like that.  It's a little uncomfortable, but it's very encouraging.  It's nice to know people can see the difference, not just in my appearance, but my attitude as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how am I reacting to the changes?  Well, I'm obviously very happy with the results so far.  I enjoy life more.  And I'm becoming a little bit vain.  My obsession with make up has returned, and I want my clothes to look nice, not just fit.  That, however, is a bit of a challenge since most of my clothes are hand-me-downs and thrift store finds.  There isn't any point in paying mall prices for clothes that I'll only be able to wear for a month or two before I move on to the next lower size. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The change that surprises me the most is my attitude towards the opposite sex.  I'm so used to being the unattractive one, so I haven't worried about attracting a man for some time now.  When the guy at the mall asked for my number the other night, I realized that there is a whole new world open to me.  And when I saw a friend at the party last night, I thought there might be some hope yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is becoming a brand new place for me.  I hope this version is kinder than the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2876516075731608909?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2876516075731608909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2876516075731608909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2876516075731608909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2876516075731608909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/04/catching-up.html' title='catching up'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2448513261636336368</id><published>2008-03-26T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T21:32:02.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get upset at the twists and turns my life has taken.  When I think about the lost opportunities and wasted potential, or the lost relationships and those that never came to fruition, I want to go back and do it over.   There are days that I would be willing to give up the life I have now to start again and do things differently.  Then there are days, like today, when I realize that everything is alright.  It's not perfect, and it's certainly not the life I imagined.  There are still many aspects of my life I want to be different, but it truly is never too late.  Ok, so I'll never be the rock star I wanted to be as a girl, but the playing and performing of music was always more important than fame and fortune.  Why can't I start a band in my 30's and just play for the fun of it?&lt;br /&gt;As for all those boys I pined for, I really think they are better off where they are, with their spouses and families.  I have given up too much of myself in my quest for survival, I can't imagine giving up more to be with someone I was never meant for.  I am better off alone than with the wrong man, and if I end up alone - I'm ok with that (most days anyway).&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm doing well.  I'm learning to let go of things I've been holding onto for too long, and hopefully those ideas, emotions, etc. will be replaced by something infinitely better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2448513261636336368?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2448513261636336368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2448513261636336368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2448513261636336368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2448513261636336368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-7662561550432368087</id><published>2008-03-22T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:23:25.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday</title><content type='html'>I dislike pretension.  One of the dangers of working with college students is running across 20 year olds who believe they know more than they do.  Intelligence can be a blessing and a curse, especially in the young.  If it is not tempered with humility, then one becomes a lonely intellectual who insists to have shunned society, when in reality society has shunned him (or her).  Most of my friends are extremely intelligent and well educated, but they do not believe they are better than others for these advantages.  My friends are teachers, health care workers, librarians, and writers.  They share their knowledge and welcome the exchange of ideas.  People who believe the less fortunate, or just someone who disagrees, has nothing to offer will never make good use of their "superior" intellect and abilities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-7662561550432368087?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7662561550432368087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=7662561550432368087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7662561550432368087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7662561550432368087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/03/saturday.html' title='saturday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4709583875969264544</id><published>2008-03-12T20:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T21:20:19.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>beginnings</title><content type='html'>I had an idea for a story the other night that I'd like to play with a little, so the following is some brainstorming about said story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fred just arrived in town.  As a matter of fact, Fred just arrived on the planet.  His real name isn't Fred, of course.  He adopted the name after landing and observing the people he found on Earth.  Fred's spaceship landed in a field beside an Ikea in the midwest.  He was lucky enough to arrive the night before the store's grand opening, so he was able to see many earthlings as they came and went.  He wanted to join them in their excitement, but Fred could hardly pass as human.  He didn't look like the tradition alien, though.  He wasn't green with a huge head.  However, he was short and very round with spindly little legs.  His head was proportional to his body, but domed rather than round.  His skin was iridescent and reflected sunlight, so he could not venture out during the day.  But Fred wanted to know as much about this planet as possible.  He accidentally discovered that he could tap into satellite television feeds, so he spent many days watching and learning until eventually he learned English.  He saw a commercial  in the middle of the night advertising a local sci-fi convention.  The ad showed many people dressed in costume to represent television aliens.  Instantly, Fred knew this was his way into Earth's society.  He could go as himself.  Who would question one alien in a crowd full of aliens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's not pretty, but I'm just brainstorming.  Maybe someday I'll actually do something with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4709583875969264544?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4709583875969264544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4709583875969264544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4709583875969264544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4709583875969264544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/03/beginnings.html' title='beginnings'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4720147026922453013</id><published>2008-03-05T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:17:39.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Mars, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Welcome to the Terrestrial Travel Agency.  Your travel needs are our priority.  We have four planets for you to choose from.  Although they all share the terrestrial title, each planet has unique qualities.  The purpose of this brochure is to explain each planets highlights, and to warn you of the dangers they may posses.  Please feel free to contact us at anytime.  We are happy to answer your questions and to assist you in your travel planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll start with Mercury.  Named for an ancient Earth god (from Roman mythology), Mercury is the closest planet to the sun at .387 AU.  This gives Mercury some unique advantages, but also many serious problems.  Because of Mercury's quick orbit around the sun, and its slow rotation, there are only 3 days for every 2 years.  This gives you almost a month (in earth time) to explore Mercury's old and cratered terrain.  Mercury also has geologic features known as scarps, which are similar to cliffs.  There would be plenty of time to explore these features when visiting Mercury during the day.  While the planet may be a fascinating place to visit, there are many disadvantages to this destination.  First, Mercury has no real atmosphere.   While this gives you an unfettered view of the universe, it does make life nearly impossible on this planet.  Although there is some ice at the poles of the planet, liquid water is non-existent.  Another serious drawback is the temperature extremes.  It can be anywhere from 90K to 700K on the planet.  Think carefully before choosing Mercury as your destination, and plan accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus was also named for an ancient Earth god (goddess, actually, and again from Roman mythology).  Being .723 AU from the sun, Venus is the warmest planet of the Terrestrial quartet.  The average surface temperature is 730 K!  Even if you could survive such heat, Venus' atmosphere is deadly (unless carbon dioxide is your gas of choice).  If the heat and the atmosphere don't dissuade you, then there are many points of interest on the planet.  The surface of Venus is believed to be young, because of the lack of craters.  There are rolling plains for as far as the eye can see, but there are also large depressions and a couple highland areas.  And there is plenty of time to explore.  Because of its ability to go retrograde, a day on Venus is actually longer than its year!  The year is 225 earth days, whereas a day on Venus lasts for 243 earth days.  Because of its thick lithosphere, its lack of water and no life, Venus is best seen in the night sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings us to Earth, one AU from the sun.  We try not to be biased, but with our home office being on Earth, we find it to be the most beautiful planet and the easiest to visit.  With its abundant water, Earth is teeming with life.  From the smallest microorganisms to the largest mammals, there is so much variety on this planet.  You can visit snow-capped mountains to arid deserts.  There are modern cities and villages that have not changed in a millennia.  With plenty of nitrogen for plant life and oxygen for the rest of us, the atmosphere is perfect for sustaining life on the planet.  The temperature on Earth also makes it more habitable (although sometimes uncomfortable).  The temperature can range from 184K to 331K, with an average temperature of 288K.  Earth's surface is still young, and unique in its flexibility.  The Earth's lithosphere has what we refer to as tectonic plates.  The plates move, changing the landscape of the planet over time.  Also, because of this movement, the lithosphere is constantly regenerating.  There is so much to see and explore on Earth that we had to write a separate brochure to explain it all.  If you're interested in visiting this planet, please contact us and we'll send you a copy of the Earth brochure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we come to Mars.  At 1.524 AU, Mars is the furthest Terrestrial planet from the sun.  Because of this distance, Mars is much cooler than the other planets - 140 K to 273K, with an average temperature of 210K.  Mars does have a thin atmosphere, comprised mostly of carbon dioxide.  Mars also has water in the form of ice caps, and it is believed that liquid water may exist under the surface.     Although life on Mars is depicted in Earth's popular culture, there is no proof that such life exists.  However, Mars does have some attractions that make it an interesting destination.  The lithosphere on Mars is quite thick and inflexible; however, Mars has the largest volcanoes in the solar system.  These volcanoes are so large that they actually deform the shape of the planet!  The largest peak is Olympus Mons in the Tharsis region.  Mars also has an extremely large canyon called Valles Marineris.  The Earth's Grand Canyon is paltry in comparison.  Like Mercury, the surface of Mars is old and cratered.  Although the atmosphere on the planet is thin, it does have some distinct whether patterns, such as dust storms.  It is recommended that you check with us before heading to this planet.  We will try to warn you if any of these storms are expected during your visit.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope this brochure has assisted you in your decision to visit one of these fascinating planets.  We are here is assist you in any way possible.  You can contact our home office on Earth, or one of our many satellite office throughout the universe.  Thank you for considering Terrestrial Travel Agency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4720147026922453013?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4720147026922453013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4720147026922453013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4720147026922453013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4720147026922453013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2008/03/trip-to-mars-anyone.html' title='Trip to Mars, anyone?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2382234563738108023</id><published>2007-12-24T18:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T18:01:21.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Food On Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/w1uZ_W7atDE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/w1uZ_W7atDE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;China Buffet and Enchanted  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2382234563738108023?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2382234563738108023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2382234563738108023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2382234563738108023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2382234563738108023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/chinese-food-on-christmas.html' title='Chinese Food On Christmas'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6383507831690124018</id><published>2007-12-19T21:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T21:24:40.059-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ouch!</title><content type='html'>Nothing kills the Christmas spirit faster than Christmas shopping!  For the first time, I did a majority of my shopping online this year.  It's fun.  It's easy.  And, your purchases are delivered right to your door.  It was working.  Then today I decided that I needed to go out to the stores.  Boy, was that a mistake.  First, most people can't drive.  I know that I'm pretty much a maniac on the roads, but I try to be respectful and reasonably cautious (I've slowed down considerably since being hit with a $140 ticket outside Cleveland).   Second, people are everywhere!  You can't find a parking place.  You can't get around the stores.  You stand in line forever to pay.  You get so frustrated that you forget this is supposed to be a joyful time of year.  I'm either going to start doing the good Jewish thing and reject Christmas, or I'm going to start celebrating the holiday in February. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the torture of shopping, I was tortured by unfriendly medical workers.  The phlebotomist was particularly unhelpful, as the giant bruise on my arm can attest.  She took 6 vials of blood and didn't even offer me orange juice when she was done!  :)  My reward for the experience was a trip to Cheesecake Factory (a farewell, if you will) and a walk around the upscale mall.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must now go nurse my arm, as the bruise is starting to hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6383507831690124018?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6383507831690124018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6383507831690124018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6383507831690124018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6383507831690124018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/ouch.html' title='ouch!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-3813844049431155682</id><published>2007-12-17T15:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T15:19:25.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Straight No Chaser - 12 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For your amusement.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-3813844049431155682?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3813844049431155682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=3813844049431155682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3813844049431155682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3813844049431155682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/straight-no-chaser-12-days.html' title='Straight No Chaser - 12 Days'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-9062326528975732061</id><published>2007-12-10T21:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:04:16.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>200th post</title><content type='html'>Not that I'm going to say anything more interesting than I had planned, but I thought I'd point out that this is indeed the 200th post. Amazing, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done for the semester. I took my final tonite. I learned all kinds of fun things about the geology of the US and the national parks. I'll get to drive my family crazy the next time we visit Yellowstone and Grand Teton. Oh! And I can tell you the names of all the rock sequences in the Grand Canyon starting with the Vishnu schist and ending with Kaibab limestone. Next semester the torture will be astronomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have a few weeks off from school (and in a week and a half I'll get 10 days off of work, too!), I'll have to figure out what to do with myself. I have about 5 books waiting on me to read, so I have a pretty good idea where to start. The 2 I'm most looking forward to are The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-time Indian by Sherman Alexie (which has been taunting me for months and now demands to be read) and The Eyre Affair (the first book of the Tuesday Next novels) by Jasper Fford. That should take care of the rest of this week. Anyone have any suggestions for the rest of break?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-9062326528975732061?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/9062326528975732061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=9062326528975732061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/9062326528975732061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/9062326528975732061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/200th-post.html' title='200th post'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5061247089329506505</id><published>2007-12-06T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T22:30:20.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogging for the sake of blogging</title><content type='html'>Let's see, I could talk politics and comment on how the House of Representatives finally &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/12/06/energy.bill/index.html?section=cnn_latest"&gt;did something right&lt;/a&gt;.  Or I could express my love for my electric teapot.  I love it almost as much as I love my ipod, and that's alot!  Or I could complain about all the crap I have sitting in my spare bedroom making it nearly impossible to get the room clean for the maintenance man to change the battery in the smoke detector.  Or I could rejoice in the fact that I live in an apartment where the maintenance man changes the batteries in the smoke detectors.  Or I can just say I'm not in the mood to talk about anything and call it a night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5061247089329506505?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5061247089329506505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5061247089329506505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5061247089329506505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5061247089329506505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/blogging-for-sake-of-blogging.html' title='blogging for the sake of blogging'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6598787720015176730</id><published>2007-12-04T23:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T23:08:28.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>End of semester apathy has set in.  I'll deal with whatever grade I get, 'cause I'm done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6598787720015176730?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6598787720015176730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6598787720015176730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6598787720015176730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6598787720015176730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/end-of-semester-apathy-has-set-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2150286231862296325</id><published>2007-12-03T23:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T23:16:32.162-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe getting cable wasn't such a good idea...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2150286231862296325?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2150286231862296325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2150286231862296325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2150286231862296325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2150286231862296325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/maybe-getting-cable-wasnt-such-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8934143039441794693</id><published>2007-12-02T23:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:12:07.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I baked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;challah&lt;/span&gt; and made truffles instead of cleaning and doing homework.  My week is shot before it's even begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8934143039441794693?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8934143039441794693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8934143039441794693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8934143039441794693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8934143039441794693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-baked-challah-and-made-truffles.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6325630616846417625</id><published>2007-11-28T21:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:30:05.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I filled out a FAFSA tonight.  Yes, I know, I'm a little late, but I decided paying for next semester on my credit card wasn't a very good idea.  I'm not expecting any free aid this late in the game.  I am, however, hoping to take out a very small student loan.  The interest rates are lower than the credit card and I can defer payment until I become a bit more financially stable.  That's the theory anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6325630616846417625?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6325630616846417625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6325630616846417625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6325630616846417625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6325630616846417625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-filled-out-fafsa-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-1897589324344598423</id><published>2007-11-27T23:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T23:21:20.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had planned to write an enlightening post about upgrading my cell phone, but I just got home from Dayton and want to sleep now.  Maybe tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-1897589324344598423?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1897589324344598423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=1897589324344598423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1897589324344598423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1897589324344598423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-had-planned-to-write-enlightening.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4777868905094875206</id><published>2007-11-26T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T22:32:56.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been a very bad blogger lately.  In my defense, the cold I thought I was getting over came back worse than before and I was completely useless for most of last week.  I'm feeling more or less human again, so I thought I should post something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that I truly wish I was a writer.  Every year at Thanksgiving, my cousin and I bombard my grandmother with questions about the family.  Over the years, the story of her life has begun to unfold.  For some reason, this year I decided I wanted to write that story, fictionalized of course.  But as I've stated here before, I am not a fiction writer.  It's very frustrating to have story ideas and not be able to do anything with them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4777868905094875206?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4777868905094875206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4777868905094875206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4777868905094875206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4777868905094875206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/ive-been-very-bad-blogger-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-3774533930208345727</id><published>2007-11-21T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T13:59:25.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I suppose &lt;a href="http://amazon.com/gp/product/B000FI73MA/ref=amb_link_5873612_3/002-6941738-%202498454?pf_rd_m=ATVPDKIKX0DER&amp;amp;pf_rd_s=gateway-center-%20column&amp;amp;pf_rd_r=1M5EVJTY1JKEWJ88H532&amp;amp;pf_rd_t=101&amp;amp;pf_rd_p=329252801&amp;amp;pf_rd_i=507846"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt; was inevitable.  When do you think they'll start building the Enterprise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-3774533930208345727?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3774533930208345727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=3774533930208345727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3774533930208345727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3774533930208345727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-suppose-it-was-inevitable.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4832959918595934064</id><published>2007-11-15T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T23:40:08.208-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and vengeance</title><content type='html'>I just got home from seeing The Magic Flute and now I have the Queen of the Night Aria stuck in my head.  My goal is to be able to sing that aria, high Fs and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...I've had a crush on a man (are they still called crushes at my age?) for about 6 months now.  It's really weird though, because I don't much like him as a person.  There is obviously something about him I find attractive, other than his appearance, but there is also something about him that completely turns me off.  I know this is actually a common conundrum, but it's the first time I've experienced it.  I really am one of those people who is more concerned with personality than looks (okay, everybody says that, but some of us actually mean it), so if I find his personality off-putting, why am I still attracted to him.  I would like it to stop now, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4832959918595934064?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4832959918595934064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4832959918595934064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4832959918595934064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4832959918595934064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/love-and-vengeance.html' title='Love and vengeance'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4279717410623425304</id><published>2007-11-14T23:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:04:26.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The geology test wasn't that bad, which always worries me.  It's when you think you've done well that you fall on your face.  Uplifting, aren't I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4279717410623425304?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4279717410623425304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4279717410623425304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4279717410623425304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4279717410623425304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/geology-test-wasnt-that-bad-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5606021844814715221</id><published>2007-11-13T20:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T20:18:48.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching Bones and studying for geology.  Relative geologic time and half-lives.  woohoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5606021844814715221?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5606021844814715221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5606021844814715221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5606021844814715221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5606021844814715221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/watching-bones-and-studying-for-geology.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-24429408326684044</id><published>2007-11-12T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:48:08.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution</title><content type='html'>Lately, I've had some insights into myself and my character.  It's a rather surreal feeling to understand your motivations and obstacles.  Most people just stumble through life, reacting to various circumstances, but not really understanding what was behind their reactions.  I'm not saying I'm fully self-realized.  That will probably take several more incarnations, but I'm starting to understand why I try to knock down the brick wall in front of me with bare hands instead of just walking around it.  Say what you will about psychiatry and drug therapy, but I know I would not have reached this point without that help.  Psychotropic drugs are not the path to enlightenment, but without healing yourself emotionally and mentally, you'll never get there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel the need to lighten the mood.  How 'bout a quick survey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently watching:&lt;/strong&gt;  Heroes on nbc.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to&lt;/strong&gt;:  Apocalyptica &lt;em&gt;plays Metallica by Four Cellos -- &lt;/em&gt;Even if you don't like Metallica, I highly recommend this CD.  It is beyond words!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently reading&lt;/strong&gt;:  Geology notes, I have a test on Wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-24429408326684044?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/24429408326684044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=24429408326684044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/24429408326684044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/24429408326684044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/evolution.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4239191126512660345</id><published>2007-11-11T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T22:00:52.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking in circles</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wish I had studied philosophy. Not because I enjoy philosophy, on the contrary. I think philosophers are pretentious windbags who don't actually say anything, but manage to convince people of their superior intelligence by using big words and talking in circles until no one understands what's being said, thereby causing people to believe the philosophers know more than they do. However, philosophers have one trait I wish I had: the ability to present a logical and rational argument. I tend to argue purely from emotion, which gets me nowhere, so I want to learn to argue dispassionately. Example: There are people walking around campus wearing empty gun holsters as a protest to a state law that bans guns on college campuses. I fully support that law, and my initial response to those wearing the holsters is: "Why are you stupid?". That line of questioning doesn't get me very far. So maybe philosophy isn't completely worthless if it can teach me to present an argument in a way that the other person understands and doesn't make me look like a complete idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this, I am in need of opinions. I'm thinking of transferring this blog to wordpress.com. Any thoughts?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4239191126512660345?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4239191126512660345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4239191126512660345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4239191126512660345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4239191126512660345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/talking-in-circles.html' title='Talking in circles'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6146639660514847307</id><published>2007-11-07T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T22:16:24.879-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dumblaws.com/"&gt;boredom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.getrichslowly.org/blog/"&gt;helpful&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6146639660514847307?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6146639660514847307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6146639660514847307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6146639660514847307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6146639660514847307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/boredom-helpful.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-1803456745680040845</id><published>2007-11-06T20:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:34:44.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This cold, or respiratory infection, or whatever it's called is kicking my butt!  Posting will resume when I can stay awake past 8:00.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-1803456745680040845?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1803456745680040845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=1803456745680040845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1803456745680040845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1803456745680040845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-cold-or-respiratory-infection-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6157859181745803327</id><published>2007-11-04T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T22:15:49.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a strange weekend.  Now I'm exhausted and not ready for the work week.  But I got myself a free bottle of wine to get through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6157859181745803327?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6157859181745803327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6157859181745803327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6157859181745803327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6157859181745803327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-been-strange-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-3668314639563481964</id><published>2007-11-01T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:17:46.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-3668314639563481964?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3668314639563481964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=3668314639563481964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3668314639563481964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3668314639563481964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/11/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5240818187289093122</id><published>2007-10-31T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T22:19:20.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm getting old.  This becomes more apparent everyday, but it really sticks out when it comes to sitting in class with 18 and 19 year olds.  They all bring their laptops and cell phones and rarely pay attention to the instructor.  Tonite for example, I watched people playing on myspace and facebook, playing video games, watching sports and texting.  Even the people who actually use their lap tops for note taking are at a disadvantage in a class where we have to draw diagrams of rock sequence layers.  When I was younger, it was enough for me to just sit in class, but I had to be actively listening to retain anything.  How do these kids learn anything?  Now that I'm twice the age of the average freshman, I need to take notes, very thorough, detailed notes.  So, either age is catching up with me, or these 18 and 19 year olds are going to fail geology.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5240818187289093122?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5240818187289093122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5240818187289093122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5240818187289093122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5240818187289093122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-getting-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4040407073725143136</id><published>2007-10-30T21:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T21:11:00.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stayed home from work today.  I still feel miserable.  Hopefully tomorrow I won't be so loopy from a stuffy head and cold medicine that I'll actually be able to write something of substance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4040407073725143136?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4040407073725143136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4040407073725143136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4040407073725143136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4040407073725143136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/stayed-home-from-work-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4947627018374887205</id><published>2007-10-29T20:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:38:57.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please excuse me...</title><content type='html'>while my head explodes.  I hate being sick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4947627018374887205?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4947627018374887205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4947627018374887205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4947627018374887205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4947627018374887205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/please-excuse-me.html' title='Please excuse me...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-7798437080283553636</id><published>2007-10-27T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T12:41:47.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What would you do?</title><content type='html'>I went to Kroger to get my prescription filled and to pick up some supplies for a weekend of unhealthiness.  I took my purchases to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription.  As the pharmacist is scanning my items, she gets distracted and forgets to charge me for the drugs.  I realize this once I get to the car and look over my receipt.  My question is, if this happened to you, what would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-7798437080283553636?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7798437080283553636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=7798437080283553636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7798437080283553636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7798437080283553636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-would-you-do.html' title='What would you do?'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6718275915949636671</id><published>2007-10-27T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T10:36:01.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 completely unrelated questions</title><content type='html'>Why do doctors prescribe antibiotics for viral infections?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If John Lennon were a young musician today, what kind of music would he play?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6718275915949636671?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6718275915949636671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6718275915949636671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6718275915949636671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6718275915949636671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-completely-unrelated-questions.html' title='2 completely unrelated questions'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4447530998932735180</id><published>2007-10-26T22:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T22:10:02.844-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sick.  frustrated.  and wondering why the Fabulous Johnson Brothers are telling everyone they are on the Next Great American Band when they actually aren't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4447530998932735180?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4447530998932735180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4447530998932735180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4447530998932735180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4447530998932735180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-7925448533673896414</id><published>2007-10-25T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T22:38:25.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I goofed off and forgot to post, you only get a video today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDSGmx8c2AM"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qDSGmx8c2AM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's starts off slow, but keep watching for the Ninjas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime this weekend, I'll actually write something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-7925448533673896414?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/7925448533673896414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=7925448533673896414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7925448533673896414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/7925448533673896414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/because-i-goofed-off-and-forgot-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-1728245393292183207</id><published>2007-10-24T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:06:51.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I survived Wednesday!  Yea!  I'm so ready for the weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-1728245393292183207?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1728245393292183207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=1728245393292183207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1728245393292183207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1728245393292183207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-survived-wednesday-yea-im-so-ready.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-9063139071882246942</id><published>2007-10-23T23:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:28:01.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Work. Choir practice. Still writing paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I meant to send The Critic a link before I left work and forgot, so I'll just post it &lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2006/2/20danilo.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-9063139071882246942?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/9063139071882246942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=9063139071882246942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/9063139071882246942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/9063139071882246942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/work.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4345818851059571221</id><published>2007-10-22T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:39:52.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy weekend.  Long day.  Paper to write.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4345818851059571221?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4345818851059571221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4345818851059571221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4345818851059571221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4345818851059571221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/busy-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4100086394074079953</id><published>2007-10-18T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:14:35.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There will be no blogging this weekend, as I will be out of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I forgot to do a lesson plan for the sub at religious school this weekend.  I guess I should go work on that.  Until Monday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4100086394074079953?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4100086394074079953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4100086394074079953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4100086394074079953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4100086394074079953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/there-will-be-no-blogging-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-1791508536740790976</id><published>2007-10-18T21:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T21:09:42.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potter Puppet Pals in </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Tx1XIm6q4r4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-1791508536740790976?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1791508536740790976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=1791508536740790976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1791508536740790976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1791508536740790976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/potter-puppet-pals-in.html' title='Potter Puppet Pals in '/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8747288179477048003</id><published>2007-10-17T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:52:01.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Don't wanna blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a demain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8747288179477048003?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8747288179477048003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8747288179477048003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8747288179477048003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8747288179477048003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5494277051201243175</id><published>2007-10-16T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T21:41:22.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midterms</title><content type='html'>I had this great stream of consciousness thing going while driving today, which I had hoped to transcribe, but my overwhelming need to study for my geology midterm has limited my computer time tonite.  Must do better on this test than the last, which isn't hard to do considering the last test score.  I haven't done that badly on a test since the 4th grade!  Anyway, must go, the geologic features of the volcanic national parks are waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5494277051201243175?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5494277051201243175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5494277051201243175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5494277051201243175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5494277051201243175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/midterms.html' title='Midterms'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-425775776088117028</id><published>2007-10-15T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T22:41:23.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Single White Jewish Female looking for...</title><content type='html'>Last Friday, I clicked on the you tube link The Critic sent me about Ann Coulter. While watching the video, I noticed in the related videos window a link to a clip of the Henry Rollins Show. I didn't know Henry Rollins had a show. I haven't really thought much about Henry Rollins since the early 90s, but, curious, I clicked on the link, which lead to another link, and another, and so on. The Henry Rollins I saw in those video clips was not the angry front man of Black Flag. This guy was articulate and funny, even almost vulnerable. I'm sure he's still the belligerent, arrogant bastard I thought he was back then, but that hasn't stopped me from developing a little attraction to the man. In one of the videos, he talked about a list of questions men ask women when they are first getting to know one another (top 3 records, top 5 foreign films, etc.). I thought I'd go ahead and answer those questions here, to save some time later. You know, for when I meet Henry Rollins and he asks me on a date (I'm a dreamer, what can I say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 3 records? My question is, by records, do you mean singles or albums? Since you did ask in the video the 3 discs in my changer, I'll reply with the last 3 discs I've listened to (since I don't have a changer). 1. Boys for Pele -- Tori Amos. 2. Mix CD I made for family music exchange (I will be happy to provide a list of songs upon request). 3. Carmen -- Bizet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 5 foreign films? I actually only have two favorite foreign films. I have seen more than 2. I went through a period a few years ago when I'd only watch foreign films, but none of them really stuck with me. Since my 2 foreign films are on my list of favorite movies, I'll give you that list, in no particular order. Princess Bride, Amelie, Sense and Sensibility, The Road Home (from China, it is a love story, but it's a beautiful movie), and the A&amp;amp;E Pride and Prejudice. Yeah, so they're all girly movies. It doesn't mean I don't enjoy a good action flick every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading? I'm not one to only read one book at a time, so here are the books I'm currently reading: Love is a mix tape (yes Mr. Critic, I'm still reading it. I read it on my lunch break so it takes longer to read than it would if I just sat down with it), The Critical Edition of the Diary of Ann Frank, and The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-time Indian (yes Henry, it's a children's book. Deal with it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are. If any of that piques your interest, feel free to send me an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I feel like I just filled out some online dating survey for a guy who will never read it, but it gave me something to blog about tonite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To change the subject, I just found out that some friends from high school are going to be on Fox's America's Greatest Band or whatever it's called. They are The Fabulous Johnson Brothers. Check them out this Friday at 8 on Fox. Do I get paid for that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-425775776088117028?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/425775776088117028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=425775776088117028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/425775776088117028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/425775776088117028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/single-white-jewish-female-looking-for.html' title='Single White Jewish Female looking for...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2443126463884220963</id><published>2007-10-14T20:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T21:44:28.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts while listening to Tori</title><content type='html'>I've been writing this in my head for a week, but wasn't really sure I wanted to post it.  I decided, however, that whether or not any of you need, or want, to read it, I need to write it.  So, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night as I was driving home from Cinci after meeting Sherman Alexie, I toyed with the idea of writing a book of my own.  After about half an hour of formulating a story in my head, I realized that I am not a writer.  First of all, I'm completely incapable of developing a character.  I know this because I've tried.  Secondly, although I enjoy writing, it is not my passion (to use an Oprah expression).  Feeling a little despondent, I asked myself for the millionth time what my passion is.  What is it that consumes me so completely that I can see myself happily doing it for the rest of my life?  I've never been able to come up with a satisfactory answer to that question in the past, but last Monday night, driving on a country road in the middle of nowhere, the answer came to me.  It was so obvious that I had to wonder why it took me so long to figure it out.  Judaism.  My passion is Judaism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known for a very long time that I've wanted to be a member of the clergy.  Even back in my Wicca days, I wanted to be a priestess.  I actually considered going to seminary at one point, but thought better of it when I realized I'd have to convert to Christianity.  I might've taken the scenic route to Judaism, but it is my cultural and genetic heritage.  So, when I started thinking about becoming a rabbi, it made sense to me logically.  I am a Jew and I want to be clergy.  I never realized that was where my passion lies.  But when I finally made the connection, it was a "well, duh!" moment.  I can actually justify to myself why I want to do this.  It's not just intellectual curiosity.  That is part of it.  But mostly it's the desire to share my faith, my knowledge and my passion with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2443126463884220963?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2443126463884220963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2443126463884220963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2443126463884220963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2443126463884220963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/thoughts-while-listening-to-tori.html' title='thoughts while listening to Tori'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5711250266279911430</id><published>2007-10-12T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T13:32:56.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found a video clip of the Ann Coulter &lt;a href="http://mediamatters.org/items/200710100008"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt;.  I can't take anything this woman says seriously.  However, there are people out there who are defending her and her comments, and that frightens me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5711250266279911430?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5711250266279911430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5711250266279911430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5711250266279911430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5711250266279911430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-found-video-clip-of-ann-coulter.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8716761395454028744</id><published>2007-10-11T14:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:09:03.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I usually run from anything involving Ann Coulter, but &lt;a href="http://www.mediainfo.com/eandp/news/article_display.jsp?vnu_content_id=%201003657196"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is one interview I wish I'd seen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8716761395454028744?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8716761395454028744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8716761395454028744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8716761395454028744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8716761395454028744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-usually-run-from-anything-involving.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6204069556510946066</id><published>2007-10-11T08:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T08:33:53.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I started writing a post last night, but it was really long, and I was very tired, so I didn't post it.  I will edit it and try to post it later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my day yesterday...I declared a Jewish studies minor, read children's Aleph-Bet books, scoured the web trying to find Israeli postcards for my 2nd graders (to no avail), and actually worked.  I went to class instead of attending the University Orchestra concert, and was rewarded with a lecture on metamorphic rocks.  How could a concert featuring the concert master and acclaimed violinist of the Philadelphia Orchestra compare with metamorphic rocks?  Who would choose Tchaikovsky over shale?  Okay, enough sarcasm.  More later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6204069556510946066?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6204069556510946066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6204069556510946066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6204069556510946066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6204069556510946066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-started-writing-post-last-night-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-821776391513266804</id><published>2007-10-09T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:56:24.697-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fiddlin' around</title><content type='html'>I tried to break in the new (very crappy) violin at Temple band practice tonight.  I broke the E string while tuning, which prompted another band member to introduce me to the wonders of a chromatic tuner.  Although I'd like to relearn the art of tuning by ear, the tuner is definitely something I need to invest in.  I could tune my violin, bass and guitar all with one little piece of machinery.  Ah, the miracles of modern science.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-821776391513266804?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/821776391513266804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=821776391513266804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/821776391513266804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/821776391513266804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/fiddlin-around.html' title='fiddlin&apos; around'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-761496925508089276</id><published>2007-10-08T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T22:13:27.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"The game between the Jews and the Indians</title><content type='html'>is tied going into the bottom of the ninth inning".  For those of who do not know, that is the title of a Sherman Alexie poem.  It is one of my all-time favorite poems, by one of my all-time favorite poets.  "Why are you telling us this?", you are asking.  Because, tonight I got to see Sherman in person at Joseph Beth in Cincinnati.  It was the first time I had been to a book signing.  I do have other autographed books, Da Chen's &lt;em&gt;Colors of the Mountain&lt;/em&gt; being my favorite with hand brushed Chinese calligraphy, but this was the first time I actually got to watch my book being autographed while saying wildly stupid things to the author.  I kept trying to remind myself that he is just a person, there's no need to act like an idiot, but I wasn't convincing myself.  I practically idolize the man (not as much as a certain High School English teacher I know).  He's the reason I started writing poetry, which is the least stupid thing I said to him.  So, with autographed book safely in hand, I ran out of the store before my mouth could once again outrun my brain.  When I'm done berating myself, I'll remember this as one of the best "entertainment" events I've been to, second only to the first time I saw Tori Amos at the Arnoff in Cinci (where I made the aforementioned English teacher stand around the tour bus for an hour waiting for the smallest glimpse of Tori).  If you're not familiar with Sherman's work, I highly recommend you change that.  If you like poetry, read &lt;em&gt;The Summer of Black Widows.  &lt;/em&gt;If you prefer prose, check out &lt;em&gt;The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fistfight in Heaven&lt;/em&gt;.  If you're not a reader, watch &lt;em&gt;Smoke Signals.  &lt;/em&gt;There's something for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little sidebar about the weekend:  There is nothing cooler than a newborn baby.  I got to hold a 2 day old little girl, who opened her eyes and looked at me and I thought, "there could be no better experience than this, except holding my own baby, if it ever happens".  Then I remembered that the sweet, angelic 2 day old would someday be a demon possessed teenager and I happily have her back to her mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-761496925508089276?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/761496925508089276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=761496925508089276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/761496925508089276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/761496925508089276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/game-between-jews-and-indians.html' title='&quot;The game between the Jews and the Indians'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5043010890688519484</id><published>2007-10-07T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:10:28.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Whirlwind.  You?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5043010890688519484?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5043010890688519484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5043010890688519484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5043010890688519484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5043010890688519484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2688774977054409566</id><published>2007-10-04T18:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T19:10:28.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's yet another day...</title><content type='html'>It's Thursday. I like Thursday. It's the only day during the week I don't have a commitment after work. Yes, Thursdays are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I came home and decided to do some housework, so I clipped on the ol' ipod and got to work. I listened to Matthew Sweet. I haven't listened to him in ages. My brother met him once in Jackson, and told him, "my sister loves your music". Although that could be taken as a back-handed compliment, he was gracious. But, I didn't get anything out of it except the story. My brother doesn't believe in autographs and such. He tries to avoid looking star-struck. However, he fawned all over Billy Corgan when he met him. Anyway...I really enjoyed listening to Matthew Sweet tonight. I might technically be a child of the 80's, but 90's music resonates more with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Mix-Tape-Life-Loss/dp/1400083028/ref=bxgy_cc_b_text_b/105-3113275-8957226"&gt;Love is a mix tape&lt;/a&gt;.  I highly recommend it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2688774977054409566?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2688774977054409566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2688774977054409566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2688774977054409566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2688774977054409566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-yet-another-day.html' title='It&apos;s yet another day...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4430136022250477640</id><published>2007-10-03T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T20:50:58.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day</title><content type='html'>Geesh, this posting everyday is hard.  It was an average, unexciting day, punctuated by bouts of unhealthiness.  The headache is mostly gone and now I'm ready for sleep.   I'm really trying to think of something more exciting, but that's all I've got.  Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4430136022250477640?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4430136022250477640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4430136022250477640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4430136022250477640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4430136022250477640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-day.html' title='Another day'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-3529636655264840301</id><published>2007-10-02T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:59:30.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.israelnationalnews.com/News/News.aspx/123782"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; gives new meaning to a sweet new year.  Who needs apples and honey when they can eat the sukkah?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-3529636655264840301?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/3529636655264840301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=3529636655264840301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3529636655264840301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/3529636655264840301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/this-gives-new-meaning-to-sweet-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8171505319806501002</id><published>2007-10-01T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T22:19:24.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October 1</title><content type='html'>Highlights of my day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  I hit a high D in voice class today.  It wasn't pretty, but I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  I finally grasped the concept of geological hot spots and plate tectonics.  Maybe I'll actually get a passing grade on the next test!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8171505319806501002?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8171505319806501002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8171505319806501002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8171505319806501002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8171505319806501002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/10/october-1.html' title='October 1'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6864182664309561357</id><published>2007-09-30T15:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T16:04:27.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small world</title><content type='html'>I was in Tel Aviv this morning with 11 second graders, a parrot and a skink.  Now I'm getting ready for a geology field trip to Hawaii.  Hopefully, I'll be back in Ohio at a decent hour so I can do laundry and pot some plants.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Aloha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean...oh, never mind...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6864182664309561357?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6864182664309561357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6864182664309561357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6864182664309561357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6864182664309561357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-small-world.html' title='It&apos;s a small world'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6762821427422948803</id><published>2007-09-28T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:32:40.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me sing pretty now</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a voice class this semester with the misguided belief that I will again be a music major.  After several weeks of technical lessons, I finally get to learn an aria.  I'm attempting to sing "Voi, che sapete" from The Marriage of Figaro.  The first video is how it should be sung.  The second video most closely resembles how I sound singing it.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6762821427422948803?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6762821427422948803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6762821427422948803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6762821427422948803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6762821427422948803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/me-sing-pretty-now.html' title='Me sing pretty now'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2574351575312657287</id><published>2007-09-28T19:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:28:23.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Federica Von Stade : Cherubino's </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/gA3yuwDq2H4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/gA3yuwDq2H4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2574351575312657287?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2574351575312657287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2574351575312657287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2574351575312657287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2574351575312657287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/federica-von-stade-cherubino_28.html' title='Federica Von Stade : Cherubino&amp;#39;s '/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-2251073534855316167</id><published>2007-09-28T19:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:28:08.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>voi  che sapete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/F1ZgmXnDiB8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/F1ZgmXnDiB8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-2251073534855316167?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/2251073534855316167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=2251073534855316167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2251073534855316167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/2251073534855316167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/voi-che-sapete_28.html' title='voi  che sapete'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5345055569150806023</id><published>2007-09-26T20:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T20:57:51.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimme a break</title><content type='html'>We had some much needed rain today.  A beautiful harvest moon is shining through my window as I type this, which means it's the first day of Sukkot.  Fortunately, Sukkot doesn't require me to drive to Dayton for Temple activities, but I may visit the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sukkah&lt;/span&gt; that Hillel built.  I'm enjoying my week away from Temple.  I'm using the time to sample the new network t.v. offerings.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tonite&lt;/span&gt; is the remake of the Bionic Woman.  Since I am a huge fan of the original show, I have to watch the new one, but I remain a skeptic.  I will write a real post sometime in the near future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5345055569150806023?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5345055569150806023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5345055569150806023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5345055569150806023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5345055569150806023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/gimme-break.html' title='Gimme a break'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8244138336890949798</id><published>2007-09-26T09:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T09:42:47.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E.T. phone home</title><content type='html'>I am still recovering from High Holidays.  I keep falling asleep on the couch before I have a chance to post something.  Here is what I meant to write yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was doing some research and ran across &lt;a href="http://www.rickross.com/reference/breat/breat07.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.   Intrigued and amused, I stopped what I was doing and started researching breatharianism.  I found &lt;a href="http://www.breatharian.info/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; site that sounds much like the previous article.  Then I found &lt;a href="http://www.breatharian.com/home.html"&gt;The Breatharian Institute of America&lt;/a&gt;.  I can't even begin to summarize all I found on this site.  Leave it up to an American to take something spiritual (albeit wacko) and turn it into a capitalistic freak show!  This site provided much entertainment yesterday. I recommend reading the Q&amp;amp;A section.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8244138336890949798?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8244138336890949798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8244138336890949798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8244138336890949798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8244138336890949798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/et-phone-home.html' title='E.T. phone home'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4656352801999455462</id><published>2007-09-24T20:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:50:37.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la...</title><content type='html'>Heroes is new!  A happy ending to a mediocre day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4656352801999455462?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4656352801999455462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4656352801999455462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4656352801999455462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4656352801999455462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/la-la-la.html' title='la la la...'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-5694429990920847516</id><published>2007-09-23T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T22:39:43.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><content type='html'>Chaos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-5694429990920847516?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/5694429990920847516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=5694429990920847516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5694429990920847516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/5694429990920847516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-6109823986398769684</id><published>2007-09-21T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:04:55.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yom Kippur</title><content type='html'>As &lt;a href="http://latereviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Critic&lt;/a&gt; pointed out, I neglected to post yesterday.  I could give you excuses, but the plain fact is, I was busy yesterday and forgot.  And while we're speaking of not posting.  Yom Kippur starts tonite and goes through tomorrow evening, so there will not be a post tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the crux:  I promised myself when I started this blog that there would be certain subjects I wouldn't mention.  Well, because of my experience yesterday, my mind is fully occupied on one such subject.  So...do I break my promise to myself?  Not today.  If I know you and you want to know what's going on, send me an email and I'll explain all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-6109823986398769684?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/6109823986398769684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=6109823986398769684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6109823986398769684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/6109823986398769684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/yom-kippur.html' title='Yom Kippur'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-4780435299839952892</id><published>2007-09-19T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T15:00:32.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>recant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://latereviews.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Critic&lt;/a&gt; sent &lt;a href="http://www.mohammadmossadegh.com/news/jim-moran/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; in response to my previous post. It's not nearly as inflamatory as the CNN article makes it out to be. I've had this problem with CNN before. I should know enough to verify the facts before I post stuff here.   Thanks Critic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-4780435299839952892?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/4780435299839952892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=4780435299839952892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4780435299839952892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/4780435299839952892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/recant.html' title='recant'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8535705165735153431</id><published>2007-09-19T10:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T10:27:49.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://politicalticker.blogs.cnn.com/2007/09/19/congressman-faces-heat-for-%20%20comments-on-jewish-lobby/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is just amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8535705165735153431?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8535705165735153431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8535705165735153431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8535705165735153431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8535705165735153431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-8875402893704924737</id><published>2007-09-17T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:58:39.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Keirn-Swanson's English assignment</title><content type='html'>Where I'm From&lt;br /&gt;by Erin&lt;br /&gt;with thanks to Ms. Keirn-Swanson&lt;br /&gt;and George Ella Lyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from an acoustic guitar&lt;br /&gt;from Coca-Cola and pickles&lt;br /&gt;(to appease maternal cravings long after childbirth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from the rose bushes in the front yard&lt;br /&gt;the pine trees planted by young hands&lt;br /&gt;in celebration of Arbor Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Christmicah and singers&lt;br /&gt;from L'Shana Pearl and Orla&lt;br /&gt;I am from 'I can do it myself'&lt;br /&gt;and 'I'll take care of it later'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "you're the one who has to wear it"&lt;br /&gt;and "you're so pretty; you could be an actress"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from The Beatles and The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;Sonny and Cher&lt;br /&gt;from family sing-a-longs&lt;br /&gt;and Barry Manilow specials&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from Bellefontaine and Russia&lt;br /&gt;(where the pogroms made the name of the shtetl obsolete)&lt;br /&gt;from peanut butter cookies and tuna noodle casserole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the seamstress who traveled alone&lt;br /&gt;to the Land of Opportunity&lt;br /&gt;and the grocer's wife who created a family&lt;br /&gt;in the post-War boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am from an LP player and the kitchen table&lt;br /&gt;that greeted us with bowls of cereal and Valentine's candy&lt;br /&gt;From photos still waiting to be put in albums&lt;br /&gt;to share with significant others and the next generation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-8875402893704924737?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/8875402893704924737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=8875402893704924737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8875402893704924737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/8875402893704924737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/ms-keirn-swansons-english-assignment.html' title='Ms. Keirn-Swanson&apos;s English assignment'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6782960.post-1314531014449863495</id><published>2007-09-17T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T14:22:07.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Validation</title><content type='html'>I don't know why &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/LIVING/personal/09/07/olderwomen/index.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; is such a big deal.  I know plenty of women who are with older men, but people still have a hard time accepting an older woman with a younger man.  Just call me a cougar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6782960-1314531014449863495?l=eireaine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/feeds/1314531014449863495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6782960&amp;postID=1314531014449863495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1314531014449863495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6782960/posts/default/1314531014449863495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eireaine.blogspot.com/2007/09/validation.html' title='Validation'/><author><name>Erin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669942089297979729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
