<?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-13928277</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:04:54.801-05:00</updated><category term='manifestos'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Queen Latifah'/><category term='sleepless nights'/><category term='modern epistemologies'/><category term='18th century epistolary novels'/><category term='personality quiz'/><category term='feminism'/><category term='photography'/><category term='movies'/><category term='cooking and culture'/><category term='librarianship'/><category term='America Ferrera'/><category term='rants'/><category term='strange moments'/><category term='YA fantasy'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='Oscars'/><category term='cats'/><category term='fan fiction'/><category term='lilacs'/><category term='social networks'/><category term='recess'/><category term='reading for fun'/><category term='Emma Thompson'/><category term='music in my head'/><category term='memes'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='anti-feminism'/><category term='bad writing'/><category term='spring'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='family'/><category term='Rodrigo Garcia'/><category term='Lily Tomlin'/><category term='typos'/><category term='Shakespeare'/><category term='feminist books'/><category term='work'/><category term='sociology'/><category term='food movies'/><title type='text'>Vacula</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-6044926949204394423</id><published>2007-05-24T12:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T12:13:34.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless nights'/><title type='text'>Of Mice and Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jurvetson/23316068/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/23316068_5a4575faaf_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jurvetson/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Steve Jurvetson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired and my eyes are itchy. Damn cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday a friend came over to play with photos and as we were hanging up the film to dry I noticed the orange one was growling at the white one and holding a mouse in his mouth. The mouse looked dead, so as long as the cats didn't damage each other fighting over it I wasn't too worried. But when the orange one dropped the mouse it suddenly looked a lot less dead. I have a lot of junk in the basement and a lot of low furniture. It is NOT a good place for a cat to play with his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our indoor cats are not such fabulous mousers. I'm a better mouser than they are - I found it at least twice as often as they did. Whenever we got them to notice the mouse they kept chasing it somewhere they couldn't get to it, then going back to the last place they found it to check if it had magically reappeared there. Eventually I got tired of moving furniture and left them to it, hoping they would somehow figure it out on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before bed I chased the white one upstairs, but I couldn't find the orange one. I don't like letting them get outside, but I didn't want him trapped out their either so I left one window open. About 1am I heard the clatter of him coming into the house, so I turned on the light to grab him and take him upstairs - and he had another mouse in his mouth. It didn't stay there for long. He didn't keep track of this one either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 1:30 I was again tired of moving furniture, so I shut the windows (bah! I love my night breezes) and left him to dispose of them properly. I doubt he did, but it made for an exciting night with him jumping up at me, purring, and me checking whether I had a mouse corpse on my pillow. And I'm still having an allergic thing with the cat rubbing himself on my face at night.&lt;br clear="all"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-6044926949204394423?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/6044926949204394423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=6044926949204394423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/6044926949204394423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/6044926949204394423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2007/05/of-mice-and-me.html' title='Of Mice and Me'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/17/23316068_5a4575faaf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-4442197511549086825</id><published>2007-05-14T00:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T00:17:29.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is there Lettuce Hanging on State Street?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ebarney/497433924/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/497433924_eadb8c144c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More pictures, no explanation &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ebarney/sets/72157600212435049/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-4442197511549086825?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/4442197511549086825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=4442197511549086825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/4442197511549086825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/4442197511549086825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-is-there-lettuce-hanging-on-state.html' title='Why is there Lettuce Hanging on State Street?'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/497433924_eadb8c144c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-1054280228646872744</id><published>2007-05-09T17:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:08:09.640-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lilacs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>O Happy Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Viola: Most excellent accomplish'd lady, the heavens rain odors on you!&lt;br /&gt;Sir Andrew: That youth's a rare courtier—'rain odors,' well.&lt;br /&gt;Viola: My matter hath no voice, lady, but to your own most pregnant and vouchsafed ear.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Andrew: 'Odors,' 'pregnant,' and 'vouchsafed'; I'll get 'em all three all ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long day today sorting old letters from sycophantic society ladies as I tried to clean out our conference room so it could be used for conferencing tomorrow - I didn't eat lunch and I missed my train going home, which wasn't a great beginning. But the heavens are raining odors today - the air is thick with moisture and the grass is fragrant and the lilacs are blooming. I need to walk home under the tall trees more often instead of just counting broken bottles along the factory route.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-1054280228646872744?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/1054280228646872744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=1054280228646872744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/1054280228646872744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/1054280228646872744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-happy-day.html' title='O Happy Day'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-5053231237089885325</id><published>2007-05-07T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T18:42:38.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='18th century epistolary novels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminist books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociology'/><title type='text'>Other Books I Have Read (Or Meant to Read)</title><content type='html'>I'm clearing out my old sidebars of bookish information and trying to remember how to do the sidebar info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0679735291/103-9162321-6075843"&gt;The Body Project: An Intimate History of American Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/images/0140437479/ref=dp_image_0/002-5098343-5556829?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;n=507846&amp;s=books"&gt;The Adventures of David Simple&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0006ARIOA/ref=ed_oe_o/103-9162321-6075843?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;I Capture the Castle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/3791330357/qid=1126488804/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-5098343-5556829?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Sophie Calle: Did You See Me?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0380817926/qid=1126489411/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-5098343-5556829?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Ilium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/019283598X/103-9162321-6075843"&gt;A Simple Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/014039091X/103-9162321-6075843"&gt;Work: A Story of Experience&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/other-editions/0439531640/ref=dp_ed_all/103-9162321-6075843?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;n=283155&amp;s=books"&gt;Inkheart &amp; Inkspell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0399234748/103-9162321-6075843"&gt;Best Foot Forward&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Photography-Susan-Sontag/dp/0374226261/ref=ed_oe_h/002-7873091-0622462"&gt;On Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0192835726/ref=wl_it_dp/002-7873091-0622462?ie=UTF8&amp;coliid=I34HL26B2JLW0E&amp;colid=2NQ8XIC1JKSBP"&gt;The Female Quixote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pamela-Virtue-Rewarded-Oxford-Classics/dp/0192829602/sr=1-1/qid=1163736042/ref=sr_1_1/002-7873091-0622462?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Pamela: Or, Virtue Rewarded&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Clarissa-History-Young-Penguin-Classics/dp/0140432159/sr=1-1/qid=1163736195/ref=pd_bbs_1/002-7873091-0622462?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Clarissa: Or, the History of a Young Lady&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.litencyc.com/php/sworks.php?rec=true&amp;UID=2057"&gt;The History of Sir Charles Grandison&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Regeneration-Species-Imperative/dp/0756403456/ref=ed_oe_h/002-7873091-0622462"&gt;Regeneration&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Manhood-America-Cultural-Michael-Kimmel/dp/0684837129/ref=ed_oe_p/002-7873091-0622462"&gt;Manhood in America&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Photographic-Possibilities-Expressive-Materials-Processes/dp/0240803620/ref=ed_oe_p/002-7873091-0622462"&gt;Photographic Possibilities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mislaid-Magician-Years-After-Correspondence/dp/0152055487/sr=11-1/qid=1163738859/ref=sr_11_1/002-7873091-0622462"&gt;The Mislaid Magician, Or, Ten Years After&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Pinhoe-Egg-Chrestomanci-Book/dp/0061131245/sr=11-1/qid=1163738681/ref=sr_11_1/002-7873091-0622462"&gt;The Pinhole Egg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Conrads-Fate-Chrestomanci-Books-Paperback/dp/0060747455/ref=ed_oe_p/002-7873091-0622462"&gt;Conrad's Fate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Enchantment-Orson-Scott-Card/dp/0345482409/sr=8-1/qid=1163738925/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-7873091-0622462?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books"&gt;Enchantment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0141439777/qid=1127156726/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/103-0599876-1916642?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;The Life and Opinions of Tristram Shandy, Gentleman&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0940540371/ref=ed_oe_h/103-9162321-6075843?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;Flannery O'Connor: Collected Works&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0865549435/ref=pd_bxgy_text_b/103-9162321-6075843?%5Fencoding=UTF8"&gt;The Incarnational Art Of Flannery O'Connor&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0826328180/qid=1126488883/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-5098343-5556829?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Selected Poems of Gabriela Mistral&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0679420169/qid=1126488117/sr=2-2/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_2/002-5098343-5556829?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;The Second Sex&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/0374524874/qid=1126489281/sr=2-1/ref=pd_bbs_b_2_1/002-5098343-5556829?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;From the Beast to the Blonde: On Fairy Tales and Their Tellers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-5053231237089885325?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/5053231237089885325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=5053231237089885325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/5053231237089885325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/5053231237089885325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2007/05/other-books-i-have-read-or-meant-to.html' title='Other Books I Have Read (Or Meant to Read)'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-1406524600262089204</id><published>2007-04-26T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:51:35.575-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='modern epistemologies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading for fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan fiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminist books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking and culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YA fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociology'/><title type='text'>April 2007 Reading List</title><content type='html'>I'm realizing that I may not have much time for free reading after I start grad school this summer, so I'm trying to fit everything I can think of into one last burst. This month my "bedside stack" includes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiction:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ Crown Duel (2-IN-1)&lt;br /&gt;by Sherwood Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Tregarde Investigates (3-IN-1) -&lt;br /&gt;by Mercedes Lackey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ (&lt;em&gt;4/13&lt;/em&gt;) Fairest&lt;br /&gt;by Gail Carson Levine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History of the adventures of Joseph Andrews and of his friend Mr. Abraham Adams; and, An apology for the life of Mrs. Shamela Andrews&lt;br /&gt;by Henry Fielding ; edited by Douglas Brooks-Davies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ The Invention of Hugo Cabret&lt;br /&gt;by Brian Selznick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ &lt;em&gt;(4/14)&lt;/em&gt; Jonathan Strange &amp; Mr Norrell&lt;br /&gt;by Susanna Clarke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ Princess Academy, √ Goose Girl, √ Enna Burning, and √ River Secrets&lt;br /&gt;by Shannon Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ The Sherwood Ring&lt;br /&gt;by Elizabeth Marie Pope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;(&lt;em&gt;4/25&lt;/em&gt;) Tempting Fate by Esther Friesner&lt;br /&gt;Wintersmith -&lt;br /&gt;by Terry Pratchett&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Non-Fiction:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ Convergence Culture: Where Old and New Media Collide&lt;br /&gt;by Henry Jenkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curry : a tale of cooks and conquerors&lt;br /&gt;by Lizzie Collingham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female chauvinist pigs: women and the rise of raunch culture&lt;br /&gt;by Ariel Levy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge deficit: closing the shocking education gap for American children&lt;br /&gt;by E.D. Hirsch, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irving Penn: a career in photography&lt;br /&gt;edited by Colin Westerbeck; with contributions by Rosamond Bernier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photographic facts and formulas&lt;br /&gt;by E.J. Wall and Franklin I. Jordan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading matters: what the research reveals about reading, libraries, and community&lt;br /&gt;by Catherine Sheldrick Ross, Lynne (E.F.) McKechnie, and Paulette M. Rothbauer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ (&lt;em&gt;4/22-4/26)&lt;/em&gt; Something from the oven: reinventing dinner in 1950's America&lt;br /&gt;by Laura Shapiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;√ (&lt;em&gt;4/15-4/17&lt;/em&gt; ) There goes the neighborhood: racial, ethnic, and class tensions in four Chicago neighborhoods and their meaning for America -&lt;br /&gt;by William Julius Wilson and Richard P. Taub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trouble with diversity: how we learned to love identity and ignore inequality&lt;br /&gt;by Walter Benn Michaels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other books I just bought but I've read before:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Body Project: An Intimate History of American Girls by Brumberg, Joan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deadly Persuasion: Why Women And Girls Must Fight The Addictive Power Of Advertising&lt;br /&gt;by Jean Kilbourne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls&lt;br /&gt;by Mary Pipher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also: several silly romance novels &amp;amp; advice books from the thrift store&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-1406524600262089204?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/1406524600262089204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=1406524600262089204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/1406524600262089204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/1406524600262089204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2007/04/april-2007-reading-list.html' title='April 2007 Reading List'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-116473739391954418</id><published>2006-11-28T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:52:17.173-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='librarianship'/><title type='text'>Your Life Work: The Librarian</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/smrrZpbvI20"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/smrrZpbvI20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! I love books AND people! But I evidently don't need a college degree. What a pain!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-116473739391954418?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/116473739391954418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=116473739391954418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/116473739391954418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/116473739391954418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-life-work-librarian-yes-i-love.html' title='Your Life Work: The Librarian'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-116373612413663612</id><published>2006-11-16T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T13:52:42.973-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memes'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Movie Meme&lt;br /&gt;1. Popcorn or candy?&lt;br /&gt;2. Name a movie you've been meaning to see forever.&lt;br /&gt;3. You are given the power to recall one Oscar: Who loses theirs and to whom?&lt;br /&gt;4. Steal one costume from a movie for your wardrobe. Which will it be?&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite film franchise is:&lt;br /&gt;6. Invite five movie people over for dinner. Who are they? Why'd you invite them? What do you feed them?&lt;br /&gt;7. What is the appropriate punishment for people who answer cell phones in the movie theater?&lt;br /&gt;8. Choose a female bodyguard: Ripley from Aliens. Mystique from X-Men. Sarah Connor from Terminator 2. The Bride from Kill Bill. Mace from Strange Days.&lt;br /&gt;9. What's the scariest thing you've ever seen in a movie?&lt;br /&gt;10. Your favorite genre (excluding comedy and drama) is?&lt;br /&gt;11. You are given the power to greenlight movies at a major studio for one year. How do you wield this power?&lt;br /&gt;12. Bonnie or Clyde?&lt;br /&gt;13. Who are you tagging to answer this survey?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-116373612413663612?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/116373612413663612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=116373612413663612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/116373612413663612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/116373612413663612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-meme-1.html' title=''/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-116373407714665206</id><published>2006-11-16T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:09:19.544-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscars'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lily Tomlin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='America Ferrera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma Thompson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rodrigo Garcia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Queen Latifah'/><title type='text'>Movie Meme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Popcorn or candy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmm... candy! I eat popcorn too quickly and it pickles my tongue before we're out of the previews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Name a movie you've been meaning to see forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, on endless repeat? Hm. Can't think of any that wouldn't drive me nuts. I've done pretty well using the powers of Netflix to catch up on movies I've wanted to see but couldn't find. Ok, to be specific, I've only been waiting a year, but I'm really eager to see &lt;em&gt;49 Up&lt;/em&gt; - it's unfortunately posted as "short wait" at the top of my queue right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You are given the power to recall one Oscar: Who loses theirs and to whom?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't usually watch enough of the movies to judge which person deserves it (at least I don't watch enough of them before the oscars that year, I am catching up on lots of good ones now that I have more time &amp; money). But I was really rooting for Amy Adams to get best supporting actress for &lt;em&gt;Junebug&lt;/em&gt; last year. I'm sure Weisz was good in &lt;em&gt;The Constant Gardener&lt;/em&gt;, but wasn't she dead for half the movie? At least it wasn't as bad as Judi Dench getting it for 8 minutes in &lt;em&gt;Shakespeare in Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Steal one costume from a movie for your wardrobe. Which will it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha! I actually could immediately picture the article of clothing I wanted to wear. The red sweater Amelie wears when she slips the key in her pocket. It may not be as cool as some movie costumes, but I really wanted it. Actually, pretty much everything she wears would look good on me - I love the colors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/1244/400/amelie10.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Your favorite film franchise is:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batman. I might be tempted towards X-Men but I have to agree with Leigh Ann about the last one. Yech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Invite five movie people over for dinner. Who are they? Why'd you invite them? What do you feed them?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! This would make for a &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; dinner table conversation: Emma Thompson, Lily Tomlin, America Ferrera, Queen Latifah, and Rodrigo Garcia. I think they are all intelligent, funny, talented people who would &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; bounce off each other well. They don't seem to take themselves too seriously, they explore a lot of interesting ideas in their work, and I want them to take over Hollywood. I'd definitely watch more movies if they did. What do I feed them? Hm. That's the question that makes me pause and think. Something that would keep them at the table a long time but not be stuffy. Maybe lots of hispanic food - I'd get Beatrice Colon to make &lt;em&gt;arroz con gandules&lt;/em&gt; because hers is the best. I'd get Liliana Valdez to make Argentine empanadas, and I'd make Iris's &lt;em&gt;pastelon&lt;/em&gt; casserole and some nice fajitas or something and serve it with lots of wonderful summer fruit and homemade ice cream. That's kind of what I feel like right now, but the Colons were just over here and Chrissy was complaining that I made sweet potatoe empanadas and they weren't like Liliana's. Eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. What is the appropriate punishment for people who answer cell phones in the movie theater?&lt;/strong&gt;They have to watch that Steven King cell phone horror movie on endless repeat forever when they die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Choose a female bodyguard: Ripley from Aliens. Mystique from X-Men. Sarah Connor from Terminator 2. The Bride from Kill Bill. Mace from Strange Days.&lt;/strong&gt; I want Trinity from the Matrix movies. She's cooler - or at least I like Carrie Ann Moss's face better than these. Forget it - I'll be my own bodyguard, thanks much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. What's the scariest thing you've ever seen in a movie?&lt;/strong&gt; The scene with the little Vietnamese-American boy and the gun in Gurinder Chadha's &lt;em&gt;What's Cooking&lt;/em&gt; still makes my heart beat too fast. I don't watch scary movies, ever, so I'll stick to the moment of completely realistic terror in a Thanksgiving drama/comedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Your favorite genre (excluding comedy and drama) is?&lt;/strong&gt;To go with an unusual one, food movies. &lt;em&gt;Mostly Martha, Tortilla Soup, Eat Drink Man Woman, Babbette's Feast, What's Cooking,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Chocolat&lt;/em&gt; etc. Actually, I don't really like &lt;em&gt;Chocolat&lt;/em&gt; - I think it's too heavy handed. But I like the chocolate scenes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. You are given the power to greenlight movies at a major studio for one year. How do you wield this power?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hand it over to Emma Thompson, with the requirement that at least five be based on her favorite books. I love this woman's taste and sense of humor and I think she has a good sense for staying true to the heart of the story in books. Plus she understands the importance of a realistic-looking women and staying out of Hollywood so it doesn't eat your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Bonnie or Clyde?&lt;/strong&gt; Like "Larressha," n/a because I have not seen this film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Who are you tagging to answer this survey?&lt;/strong&gt; I want to tag my brother but he doesn't have a blog. Meh. He's been suggesting entertaining answers over my shoulder. So I'll try tagging&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://bethanythepledge.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bethany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a class="blines3" title="Link outside of this blog" href="http://vacula.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-116373407714665206?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/116373407714665206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=116373407714665206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/116373407714665206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/116373407714665206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2006/11/movie-meme.html' title='Movie Meme'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-115570083742293815</id><published>2006-08-15T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:16:40.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anti-feminism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>Heroic Condescension</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to watching &lt;em&gt;Woman of the Year&lt;/em&gt;, which had been sitting on my coffee table for weeks. Sure enough, it was just as disappointing and irritating as I thought it was. I was thinking of &lt;em&gt;Adam's Rib&lt;/em&gt; when I put it on my Netflix queue, then realized that this was the one with the awful kitchen scene with Katharine Hepburn in funky suspenders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it was the 1940s and I shouldn't be surprised, but the utter hypocrisy of the movie is still galling. Create a fabulously talented woman, one with an important job who is well recognized and influential on a national and international level. Have her meet Ordinary Joe, who introduces her to the common pleasure of baseball. Turns out they like each other, despite early friction. BUT... they get married, and it turns out she isn't going to stop being busy and important. This is not a good thing. This is a very bad thing. Joe feels neglected and leaves abruptly with a dramatic passive-agressive gesture. She's confused and hurt, but decides to muddle through it. Then she witnesses another marriage ceremony and decides to try again. She tries to show she's willing to change by making breakfast. But she can't. She fails. He forgives her for not being a good cook and tells her he just wants her to be his wife, she doesn't even have to quit her job. Then he randomly assaults her assistant (an effeminate male) because he brings in an inconvenient reminder of her responsibilities as a influential and famous person. Husband kisses wife and all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except that this mutual repentance is not exactly on the same level. Husband is heroic for acknowledging that it is ok for her to be successful, as long as it doesn't get in his way. He proves his masculinity by violently removing an example of her independence and power. Wife is heroic for being willing to sacrifice her entire career and learn how to be a proper woman. She is humbled for not being sufficiently feminine because she confused a couple ingredients in a recipe. She will be allowed to continue her career because he loves her and holds veto power over her. That is a successful marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a state of intense irritation I came upstairs. Trying to express all of the ridiculous evilness of such a plot being perpetrated on a woman like Katharine Hepburn, I began an even more irritating conversation with Hermano #2. I maintain that this plot, which may have been understandable in 1942, is still being perpetrated today, lending legitimacy to an attitude that should be obviously idiotic to anyone. They are still plots about men who can't take it when their women become successful and the men are still portrayed as making some heroic character development when they are able to reconcile themselves to that success. I maintained that it is pathetic to resent the success of someone you love when you admire their talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing a pathetically misogynistic and selfish attitude is in no way, shape or form heroic. Hermano #1 agreed, but Hermano #2 felt it necessary to insist that this was a "big" step for some guys and an important issue to their relationships, so it should be covered in movies, though of course he doesn't feel that way himself. He's dense, sez I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said the recent &lt;em&gt;Stepford Wives&lt;/em&gt; with Mathew Broderick and Nicole Kidman used almost the exact same plot and really didn't end up very far apart. The choice of those two actors was already an indication of the power dynamic in the relationship, and sure enough the husband is again resentful and insecure and needs to make dramatic passive-agressive gestures to regain his sense of confidence and control. The purported moral of the story is again equality in marriage, but again the husband is somehow supposed to make an "equal" stride towards this reconciliation simply by being willing to not control his wife and enjoy her talent, while she needs to humble herself and acknowledge all kinds of errors in her ways. At least there is no humiliating kitchen scene for Nicole Kidman, though I think there was something of the sort for Bette Midler. This time the villain (spoiler) is a woman, who perpetrates nasty stereotypes onto other women and empowers nasty patriarchal control forms. Ok, fine, whatever. Women are nasty too and do nasty things to each other. No duh, but as a conclusion isn't it just a way out of dealing with the nastiness of the husband's earlier position?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah! On the other hand, I guess &lt;em&gt;Fever Pitch&lt;/em&gt; is a good example of this plot being remade with a far more reasonable depiction of what committment actually involves. The guy is Mr. Traditional Family Values in a more well-rounded way and the woman's success isn't resented on its own as much, though I still think they try to undermine it more than the do his side. The guy still gets to come out with fewer sacrifices, but at least (spoiler) he's the one offering to give it all up and she's the one stopping him. Sports are still portrayed as far more important than I think is at all reasonable, but the unreasonableness of it all is at least given sufficient screen time. We all have unpredictable obsessions and we have to give up something in relationships. Nick Hornby will allow me to go to bed slightly less pissed off. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-115570083742293815?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/115570083742293815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=115570083742293815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/115570083742293815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/115570083742293815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2006/08/heroic-condescension.html' title='Heroic Condescension'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-114559088643596377</id><published>2006-04-20T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:10:06.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emma Thompson'/><title type='text'>Impromptu</title><content type='html'>Sand's fabulous deep voice and aggressive sexiness is very appealing, but I don't want to be a man-eater. Emma Thompson looks like she's having a lot more fun and she's still sexy even when she's acting a complete zany. Emma Thompson is the only actress I can think of that could inspire me to write rhapsodical fan letters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-114559088643596377?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/114559088643596377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=114559088643596377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/114559088643596377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/114559088643596377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2006/04/impromptu.html' title='Impromptu'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-114266363715091684</id><published>2006-03-18T00:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:16:20.747-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Pragmatic Christianity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"All that is not eternal is eternally useless" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;attributed to C.S. Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having grown up in a conservative evangelical world, I am quite familiar with the idea that human souls and their eternal fate must be the first priority for any Christian. But &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; aren't eternal. No one is eternal but God, according to Christian orthodoxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that would mean all of God's creation is entirely useless. Not just humanly created things like food and literature and technology and politics, but everything that is listed in the first few chapters of Genesis - galaxies and forests, birds, fish, mountains. Human societies in all of their complexity and groups that fight back against physical and social injustices are also &lt;em&gt;useless&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is I didn't run into this in my pastor's trite regurgitation of standard gnostic heresy last Sunday (though that was annoying). I heard it from a distinguished alumna who was speaking to us about finding "purpose" in our jobs. How can I find purpose in my life if only the "eternal" has meaning? Why was I created with eyes and ears and tongue if everything I encounter through them is "useless"? Why should "use" matter so much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This narrow pragmatism of evangelicalism stunts any interaction with the world - art is useless, learning is useless, conversation (unless "spiritual") is useless. I know this reductionism is hardly compatible with Lewis' grand vision of eternal redemption in &lt;em&gt;The Weight of Glory &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;The Great Divorce. &lt;/em&gt;But if even Lewis was frequently tempted away from such a beautifully redemptive vision to simplistic gnosticism, is it any wonder the rest of us have a hard time stretching the boundaries of our faith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-114266363715091684?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/114266363715091684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=114266363715091684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/114266363715091684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/114266363715091684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2006/03/pragmatic-christianity.html' title='Pragmatic Christianity'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-113467253042209838</id><published>2005-12-15T12:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:17:53.154-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>more typos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was setting up a reservation for a student and he was leaning over the desk to watch what I was doing. I find this a little annoying. Without meaning to, I almost entered his name as "Bretty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-113467253042209838?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/113467253042209838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=113467253042209838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/113467253042209838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/113467253042209838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-typos.html' title='more typos'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-113398183763787400</id><published>2005-12-07T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:10:56.661-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange moments'/><title type='text'>Cold Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday I went to Devon Street with a friend from church who's from Uzbekistan (sp?). Coming back from the El, after dark, I saw two people sitting under the train overpass on the concrete supports. One was a middle-aged woman with lots of dark brown hair, the other was a middle aged man with a stocking cap and a beard. She held out a small stuffed animal dog. As I passed them the man reached out to stroke its face and the woman said "Snuggles".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-113398183763787400?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/113398183763787400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=113398183763787400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/113398183763787400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/113398183763787400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/12/cold-night.html' title='Cold Night'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112854163114646210</id><published>2005-10-05T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:12:12.758-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social networks'/><title type='text'>Socialization</title><content type='html'>"If children do not dip their toes in the waters of unsupervised social activity, they likely will never be able to swim in the sea of civic responsibility. If they have no opportunities to dig in the soil, discover the spiders, bugs, birds, and plants that populate even the smallest unpaved playgrounds, they will be less likely to explore, appreciate, and protect nature as adults. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oriononline.org/pages/om/05-5om/Monke_FT.html"&gt;http://www.oriononline.org/pages/om/05-5om/Monke_FT.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What crap. Why should "recess" be the only opportunity for social interaction or physical activity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WHEN I WAS GROWING UP IN RURAL IOWA, I certainly lacked for many things. I couldn't tell a bagel from a burrito. But I always and in many ways belonged. For children, belonging is the most important function a community serves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Substituting the excitement of virtual connections for the deep fulfillment of firsthand engagement is like mistaking a map of a country for the land itself, or as biological philosopher Gregory Bateson put it, "eat[ing] the menu instead of your meal." No one prays over a menu. And I've never witnessed a child developing a reverence for nature while using a computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shift toward remote control is akin to taking the child out of the role of actor and turning her into the director. This is a very different way of engaging the world than hitting a ball, building a fort, setting a table, climbing a tree, sorting coins, speaking and listening to another person, acting in a play. In an important sense, the child gains control over a vast array of complex abstract activities by giving up or eroding her capacity to actually do them herself. We bemoan the student who uses a spell-checker instead of learning to spell, or a calculator instead of learning to add. But the sacrifice of internal growth for external power generally operates at a more subtle level, as when a child assembles a PowerPoint slideshow using little if any material that she actually created herself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112854163114646210?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112854163114646210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112854163114646210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112854163114646210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112854163114646210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/10/socialization.html' title='Socialization'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112811800500020646</id><published>2005-09-30T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:13:38.285-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange moments'/><title type='text'>What are you sniggering at?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adam McCune, describing with characteristic panache, the progress of his next film:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes, all I have to do for that scene is show two imaginary friends walking away from two people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I decided to use all caps because that is what they did in Lord of the Rings"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;further McCune Watch update: he now wears his hair in a 1" ponytail/tassel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Also, on the way back from work I passed high school football players wearing purple jerseys: one, though, had orange polka-dot zoobas as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Which is still nothing compared to the synchronized "running and leaping and praising God" that Baxter once witnessed, but it was enough to make me smile the rest of the way home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112811800500020646?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112811800500020646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112811800500020646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112811800500020646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112811800500020646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-are-you-sniggering-at.html' title='What are you sniggering at?'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112611733865617512</id><published>2005-09-07T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T00:44:02.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Meow</title><content type='html'>Oy. Googling yourself can be embarrassing. Googling former penpals, on the other hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out my junior high penpal has posted a movie review I gave her years ago on her website. Browsing around, I find she's been busy: with help from her periodical publishing parents, she is living out her dream of becoming a professional writer without having to go to college or read books with difficult vocabulary. Proving she's fulfilled each of those goals, her online store lists her favorite authors as "The classics, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and C.S. Lewis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the risk of exposing my own fatuous nonsense that is being hosted there, here's a link to her site: &lt;a href="http://www.charitysplace.com/review/charitybishop.htm"&gt;http://www.charitysplace.com/review/charitybishop.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has a soft spot for the fictional offerings of Mr. McCune should check out her novels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112611733865617512?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112611733865617512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112611733865617512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112611733865617512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112611733865617512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/09/meow.html' title='Meow'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112611192436653774</id><published>2005-09-07T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:13:54.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Why I love my Grandfather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/1244/1600/tableaux2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/1244/320/tableaux2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112611192436653774?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112611192436653774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112611192436653774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112611192436653774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112611192436653774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-i-love-my-grandfather.html' title='Why I love my Grandfather...'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-112567564839299176</id><published>2005-09-02T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:12:47.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality quiz'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pure Nerd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73 % Nerd, 17% Geek, 30% Dork &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;For The Record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.&lt;br /&gt;A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.&lt;br /&gt;A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.&lt;br /&gt;You scored better than half in Nerd, earning you the title of: &lt;b&gt;Pure Nerd&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;80%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;nerdiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;15%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;geekosity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="center"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;44%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;dork points&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112567564839299176?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112567564839299176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112567564839299176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112567564839299176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112567564839299176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/09/pure-nerd-73-nerd-17-geek-30-dork-for.html' title=''/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112490515040143128</id><published>2005-08-24T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:13:10.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music in my head'/><title type='text'>Subconscious Soundtracks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This morning, after I surrendered to my snooze button and tumbled out of a dream that included arguing with my mother in an old diner, intelligible monkeys that wore Victorian clothing, Jane Austen's Bennet family, unlocking deceased children's rooms, photographing pink cosmos, and major house construction, I was getting dressed hurriedly and found myself quoting nursery rhymes in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall/ Humpty Dumpty had a great fall/ All the kings' horses and all the kings' men / Couldn't put Humpty together again," it kept repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Previous tracks from my drowsy subconscious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Inigo Montoya! You killed my father! Prepare to die!" (also on repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Video Killed the Radio Star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You Can't Take That Away From Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Night and Day&lt;/em&gt;, by Cole Porter - all the verses, with chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else experience this? If you do, what do you hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112490515040143128?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112490515040143128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112490515040143128' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112490515040143128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112490515040143128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/08/subconscious-soundtracks.html' title='Subconscious Soundtracks'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112438573617457988</id><published>2005-08-18T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:15:59.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Blargh - mini rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Netflix:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently rented "The Gleaners and I" by Agnes Varda and was surprised to see it first described as "no-holds-barred documentary" then "an insouciant treat from beginning to end" and finally "an unexpectedly obtuse perspective." Is it normally your policy to attach negative reviews to your films? Insouciant means "marked by blithe unconcern; nonchalant." Obtuse, on the other hand, suggests the movie's perspective was dense, dim, dull, dumb or slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agnes Varda is an internationally acclaimed director, the only female member of the French New Wave. The film won 11 awards including "Best Documentary" from the European Film Academy. Roger Ebert gave it his highest rating, as did critics from the NY Times, LA Times, Chicago Tribune, and Salon.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This film was neither inaccessible nor elitist; it also was not a "no-holds barred/nonchalant/dull" documentary. I don't know where you get your descriptions, but I'd suggest using a dictionary rather than adding words just because they "sound good" in a description.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112438573617457988?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112438573617457988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112438573617457988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112438573617457988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112438573617457988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/08/blargh-mini-rant.html' title='Blargh - mini rant'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112429067302299563</id><published>2005-08-17T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:18:06.632-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='typos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Crucifixation &amp; hertiage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm searching for typos in our catalog. These are my favorites so far - best read aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;alaphabet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;artits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bridgegroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cementeries &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;childhod &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;classifiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ecocomic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;errr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;humdred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lousie (I like it louse-ee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pinciple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;playright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;presidental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pscyho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pslams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;studnet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;washingtin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112429067302299563?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112429067302299563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112429067302299563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112429067302299563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112429067302299563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/08/crucifixation-hertiage.html' title='Crucifixation &amp; hertiage'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-112299867541507309</id><published>2005-08-02T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:17:21.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manifestos'/><title type='text'>Nostalgia &amp; Filippo Marinetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I ran across&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;this &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.christianitytoday.com/bc/2005/004/7.38.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://aldaily.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and was surprised to find myself entertained and stimulated by an article in a Christian magazine. I need to stop reading World and listening to people who only read things they agree with. Oy. I miss having people who talk like this around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And he's so &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; about the Italian Futurists. I need to read more &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cscs.umich.edu/~crshalizi/T4PM/futurist-manifesto.html"&gt;manifestos.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They make me so happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/13928277-112299867541507309?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112299867541507309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112299867541507309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112299867541507309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112299867541507309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/08/nostalgia-filippo-marinetti.html' title='Nostalgia &amp; Filippo Marinetti'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-112265938531613457</id><published>2005-07-29T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:17:40.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange moments'/><title type='text'>Duncan and the Electoral Process</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A moment ago I was unobtrusively microwaving my lunch (yummy leftover Indian food) in the faculty lounge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A table of faculty were discussing "their favorite deposed dictators," and as I left one man was nodding with satisfaction while another discussed how the actual Macbeth ruled happily and the original Duncan was ousted in due process by an electoral function...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like eavesdropping on odd conversations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112265938531613457?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112265938531613457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112265938531613457' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112265938531613457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112265938531613457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/07/duncan-and-electoral-process.html' title='Duncan and the Electoral Process'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-112258611149463813</id><published>2005-07-28T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T16:28:31.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a fan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/1244/1600/thebaxter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/1244/400/thebaxter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112258611149463813?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112258611149463813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112258611149463813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112258611149463813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112258611149463813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-fan.html' title='I&apos;m a fan'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-112231809207937449</id><published>2005-07-25T13:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:18:31.464-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;My Office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4353/1244/400/my%20office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112231809207937449?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112231809207937449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112231809207937449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112231809207937449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112231809207937449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-office.html' title=''/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112178169115491692</id><published>2005-07-19T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:02:43.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/425/7172425/1733-155024-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Who would wear this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.zappos.com/images/563/7142563/1733-92275-p.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112178169115491692?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112178169115491692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112178169115491692' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112178169115491692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112178169115491692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-would-wear-this.html' title=''/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13928277.post-112118607829710702</id><published>2005-07-12T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T09:03:31.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mini-Moo's?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why don't you need to refrigerate the little cups of cream? What is this stuff?&lt;br /&gt;I'm cold. Stupid fickle Chicago weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112118607829710702?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112118607829710702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112118607829710702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112118607829710702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112118607829710702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/07/mini-moos-why-dont-you-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112086301140965492</id><published>2005-07-08T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:22:48.283-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange moments'/><title type='text'>Sleazy movie characters and my limited visual memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guypetersreviews.com/images/syouedson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the last week I've had two guys express interest in me only to realize later that I've replaced their faces in my memory with images of obscure, kind of sleazy-looking movie characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had that great of a visual memory, but what does it say about me that I can remember what the parking garage attendant in &lt;em&gt;Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;/em&gt; looked like but not the guy at Blockbuster I talked to yesterday? And I work with the other guy, so I see him at least once a day. Still, I replaced him with the image of the father from &lt;em&gt;Pieces of April&lt;/em&gt;, which I saw about two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do both kind of look like the actors (Richard Edson and Oliver Platt) but neither of them give off the greasy, sleazy vibe that the movie characters' images do. They may have made me feel a little trapped by trying so hard to be friendly, but that's awkward, not creepy. Am I screwed up?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guypetersreviews.com/images/syouedson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.guypetersreviews.com/images/syouedson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.northernstars.ca/actorspqr/Media/platt_deadlinenbc_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" height="281" alt="" src="http://www.northernstars.ca/actorspqr/Media/platt_deadlinenbc_250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.papermag.com/paperdaily/culturalsushi/images/2001/fall01_ny3/richard_edson.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112086301140965492?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112086301140965492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112086301140965492' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112086301140965492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112086301140965492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/07/sleazy-movie-characters-and-my-limited.html' title='Sleazy movie characters and my limited visual memory'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112066563357982072</id><published>2005-07-06T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:24:07.421-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Freeze-dried books and chocolate chip bagels</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I like working at a college in the summer. Free pastries and no one's eating them but me. Why does low-fat cream cheese look like slick sour cream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss is reading about an old case where one state judge in California was going to shoot another judge (in a courtroom) and was shot down by a federal marshall who thereby precipitated all sorts of state vs. federal arguments. Her favorite part is the woman who carried a gun to court every day in her purse and would stand up occasionally and say "I'm going to kill you! You know I'm going to kill you!" and no one seemed to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, meanwhile, am throwing away printed out e-mails from ten years ago requesting more paper in the copy center. At this rate I'll get the whole filing system in "my office" down to two drawers instead of twelve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that some people freeze-dry books? Midwest Freeze-Dry Ltd. can rescue books "dating to the 16th century, captain's logs from sunken ships, and insect-infested artifacts of wood and leather"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112066563357982072?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112066563357982072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112066563357982072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112066563357982072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112066563357982072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/07/freeze-dried-books-and-chocolate-chip.html' title='Freeze-dried books and chocolate chip bagels'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</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-13928277.post-112067434665410286</id><published>2005-07-05T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:23:24.588-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange moments'/><title type='text'>Naturally she had a chip on her shoulder, not being Lutheran.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Zimmie is not a lutefisk and does not wish to be a housekeeper for Mr. Harsano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13928277-112067434665410286?l=vacula.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/feeds/112067434665410286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13928277&amp;postID=112067434665410286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112067434665410286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13928277/posts/default/112067434665410286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vacula.blogspot.com/2005/07/naturally-she-had-chip-on-her-shoulder.html' title='Naturally she had a chip on her shoulder, not being Lutheran.'/><author><name>EBarney</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15727563818056260503</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
