<?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-6325843</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:11:05.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BlindCarbonCopy</title><subtitle type='html'>Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly...
All your life, you were only waiting for this moment to arise...
blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these sunken eyes and learn to see
all your life, you were only waiting for this moment to be free</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325843.post-6221549649776244340</id><published>2008-09-28T22:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:18:32.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obama garden gnome</title><summary type='text'>my sweet obama garden gnomeOriginally uploaded by mplsXtineThis is my sweet Obama garden gnome. Isn't he cute? And he believes like I do, that the government should exist to help people do the things that they can't do on their own, like build roads and bridges, conduct foreign policy, educate our youth and fix our horrible health care system. The hope is that some day we won't need to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6221549649776244340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=6221549649776244340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/6221549649776244340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/6221549649776244340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2008/09/obama-garden-gnome.html' title='obama garden gnome'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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://farm4.static.flickr.com/3285/2896777565_80ac344390_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325843.post-6072704281910430945</id><published>2008-07-14T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:36:29.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>taco wagon</title><summary type='text'>The east side has a taco wagon and we couldn't be happier. Where else can you get two orders of tacos (one bisteak for sir and one frijole for me), an enchilada, two containers of salsa verde, and even a bag full of limes for $11 on a Sunday. Hello, dinner!Sure the guy did look at me a little funny when we said that one of the taco orders would be just bean, "all of them bean?" yes, all of them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6072704281910430945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=6072704281910430945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/6072704281910430945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/6072704281910430945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2008/07/taco-wagon.html' title='taco wagon'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-6170365112963731924</id><published>2008-06-26T22:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T22:28:09.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hello june, goodbye june</title><summary type='text'>Today it is June and I'm doing my best to not be sad that again I've worked my way through a good portion of what counts for summer here in Minnesota. The good news is that it isn't like last summer, not that last summer was bad, but portions of it were hell. Last summer was extremes. Having a fight that had something to do with the construction of wedding invitations, working 12 hour days, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/6170365112963731924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=6170365112963731924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/6170365112963731924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/6170365112963731924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-june-goodbye-june.html' title='hello june, goodbye june'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-1477416010230573355</id><published>2007-02-11T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:33:28.274-06:00</updated><title type='text'>closet</title><summary type='text'>And easily enough I have a closet. The closet is full of my in-season clothes. The closet exists in a little blue house, in east St. Paul which belongs to the man I’m going to marry. In the closet there are two racks in the front to hang pants, sweaters, and shirts, a hanging organizer newly full of socks and underwear – sorted by what I labeled “everyday” and “the good stuff.” Sir just left me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/1477416010230573355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=1477416010230573355' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/1477416010230573355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/1477416010230573355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2007/02/closet.html' title='closet'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-117009298232788205</id><published>2007-01-29T11:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T12:30:58.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YYYYIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEE!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/117009298232788205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=117009298232788205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/117009298232788205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/117009298232788205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2007/01/yyyyiiiiiiiiiiippppppppppppppeeeeeeeee.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-116965373008614203</id><published>2007-01-24T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T09:48:50.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets</title><summary type='text'>I got the chance to meet one of Sir’s little cousins over winter break. He is five, shy, all around adorable and afraid of Santa Claus (well not the one that gives him presents, but the one who his mom would like to take a picture of him with in the mall). When I met him he had recently finished performing in his school’s Christmas music pageant. It had been quite an ordeal for him because as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/116965373008614203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=116965373008614203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/116965373008614203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/116965373008614203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2007/01/secrets.html' title='secrets'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-116580933650173786</id><published>2006-12-10T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T22:02:16.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>we put up the tree yesterday</title><summary type='text'>We had a list and we were determined to mark every item off. We started with donuts from Granny’s Donuts in West Saint Paul. We passed the Perkins that he used to spend Sunday mornings in when he was growing up. That Perkins had a wishing well. I used to love the cheap toys in the Perkin’s wishing well. Granny’s donuts had an almost empty donut case, a coffee pot sitting on the heating coil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/116580933650173786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=116580933650173786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/116580933650173786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/116580933650173786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/12/we-put-up-tree-yesterday.html' title='we put up the tree yesterday'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-116234577141930288</id><published>2006-10-31T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:49:31.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween</title><summary type='text'>     halloween    Originally uploaded by mplsXtine. Tonight it is Halloween. I just gave a small group of polite kids with glow sticks, pumpkin buckets and open backpacks, some assorted candy bars. Sir had said that we might not get any little mauraders but I am camped out in the front room loading cds from college onto my brand new little entertainment machine and waiting in my sparkly blue wig </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/116234577141930288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=116234577141930288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/116234577141930288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/116234577141930288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween.html' title='halloween'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-115081971995694990</id><published>2006-06-20T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:08:39.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She giggles and pushes her hair away from her neck as he reaches for her hand. He is ready to go, knees bending to the beat and arms swinging in anticipation. They join the others and begin to polka as the music rises. The band plays and the dancers make their way around the midsommer pole. Her hair has greyed, his moustache is gone and yet their faces shine in the joy of the summer ahead of them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/115081971995694990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=115081971995694990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/115081971995694990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/115081971995694990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-giggles-and-pushes-her-hair-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-114323944640230719</id><published>2006-03-24T16:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T16:30:46.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on monday wear the sweater to school...I know I've linked to this song before, but this time the context is totally different and thats a kind of lovely I can't explain.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/114323944640230719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=114323944640230719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114323944640230719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114323944640230719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/03/on-monday-wear-sweater-to-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-114312393407292971</id><published>2006-03-23T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T08:25:34.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New RuleBe mindful of technology abuses especially in the realm of communication. It is not ok to text message someone to inform him or her that one is currently in the E.R. If it is absolutely necessary to text someone this information be sure to include the cause, effect, and of course that the doctor has subsequently pronounced one to be “fit as a fiddle” and released immediately. Failure to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/114312393407292971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=114312393407292971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114312393407292971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114312393407292971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-rule-be-mindful-of-technology.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-114174745796429867</id><published>2006-03-07T10:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T10:06:12.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch a ball Kirby Puckett!</title><summary type='text'>Just about the saddest thing all week..."I lost more than a teammate and a friend. I lost Kirby."-- Minnesota Twins centerfielder Torii Hunter</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/114174745796429867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=114174745796429867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114174745796429867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114174745796429867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/03/catch-ball-kirby-puckett.html' title='Catch a ball Kirby Puckett!'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-114168795034015988</id><published>2006-03-06T17:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:32:30.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm just tryin' to matter." June Carter Cash / Reese Witherspoon</title><summary type='text'>Maybe it was the proliferation of high end chocolate treats in my blood stream combined with a cup of Starbucks finest that caused me to be so swept away this year. Maybe it was the three nominated movies I managed to see – no, none of them were even close to best picture… we’re talking Narnia, Batman Begins and Harry Potter than you very much. Or maybe it was the theatre filled to the gills with</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/114168795034015988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=114168795034015988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114168795034015988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114168795034015988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-just-tryin-to-matter-june-carter.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m just tryin&apos; to matter.&quot; June Carter Cash / Reese Witherspoon'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-114131936798668676</id><published>2006-03-02T11:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T11:09:28.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"dnt wry i wz bord"</title><summary type='text'>     Fwd: "dnt wry i wz bord"    Originally uploaded by mplsXtine. Charlie and I were playing around with the camera on Sunday while the others were busy making french toast in the kitchen. He went on to make this through-the-looking-glassesque piece of the two of us. The kid has got skills. I think I'm going to try and retain him to be my personal photographer and photo editor. Of course that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/114131936798668676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=114131936798668676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114131936798668676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114131936798668676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/03/dnt-wry-i-wz-bord.html' title='&quot;dnt wry i wz bord&quot;'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-114011257364233177</id><published>2006-02-16T11:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:56:13.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's the nicest thing someone did for you today? Oh so much... so much. Tales of red heart balloons given by children, lottery tickets, and those giant red wood trees out west.I'm going to have to not go to the spyhouse tonight if I want to get any work done at all. My deadline is tomorrow morning... so I better.What's the nicest thing someone did for you today?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/114011257364233177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=114011257364233177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114011257364233177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/114011257364233177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/02/whats-nicest-thing-someone-did-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-113994415119753461</id><published>2006-02-14T12:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:09:11.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>February the 14th</title><summary type='text'>One year ago today I started work here at this lovely little literacy nonprofit located near the heart of the Midway surrounded by trains and their tracks. Little did I know what all this job would entail (you never do) the highlights being (a)  my supervisor would be "resigning" after barely three weeks on the job (2) I would be left somewhat in the lurch managing a program that I had been hired</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/113994415119753461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=113994415119753461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113994415119753461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113994415119753461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-14th.html' title='February the 14th'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-113866176219815888</id><published>2006-01-30T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T17:01:24.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>book lust</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I took a walk to Hennepin in search of my book clubs next book Leviathan by Paul Auster. We meet this Thursday, don’t worry, I not only bought the book yesterday, but also managed to read it in its entirety and even take some notes. Maria and I stopped in at Majors and Quinn first as that is where she had found her copy. She must have bought the last one. Borders was next, it isn’t my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/113866176219815888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=113866176219815888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113866176219815888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113866176219815888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/01/book-lust.html' title='book lust'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-113838248399940100</id><published>2006-01-27T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T11:21:24.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ve been mailing things lately. Actual letters, cards, and packages have been making their ways through my hands and have been deposited either on top of the mailboxes in my apartment building or more recently handed over to the friendly mailmen working at the US Post Office on University Avenue on my way home from work. I’ve stopped in their twice this week. The purpose was to buy some two cent</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/113838248399940100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=113838248399940100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113838248399940100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113838248399940100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2006/01/ive-been-mailing-things-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-113502294927797465</id><published>2005-12-19T14:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T14:09:09.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it so terribly horrible that every time I see my neighbor I think to myself “stupid cute married neighbor!”? I thought that this morning when I was waiting in my car for the power steering to thaw so I wouldn't be too late to work. He was walking out to the car and I contemplated ducking so he wouldn't see me sitting and waiting and waiting and waiting in my car and think what a wierdo. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/113502294927797465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=113502294927797465' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113502294927797465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113502294927797465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/12/is-it-so-terribly-horrible-that-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-113401062846371926</id><published>2005-12-07T20:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:07:16.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, it's windy here....</title><summary type='text'>S'uuuup Minne-snow-ta!?!I bet my sudden presence here is a surprise to many (or at least one) of you. I'm living large at the parental home in the suburbs, after squeezing one-fifteenth of the prized possessions from my one-bedroom apartment in MN into one smallish bedroom in IL. Mom couldn't really be bothered to empty a few drawers for me, or clear out any of the *several* knicknack collections</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/113401062846371926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=113401062846371926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113401062846371926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113401062846371926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/12/yup-its-windy-here.html' title='Yup, it&apos;s windy here....'/><author><name>mrdpants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906429836626460052</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-6325843.post-113397912937010493</id><published>2005-12-07T12:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T12:12:09.383-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There is a certain amount of dread that goes into attending the office holiday party. Each office does their holiday celebration in a different way. I used to love the outings that we would have as a college AV department. Our supervisor would take our tiny staff out to Buca for what was for me a resplendent meal accompanied not only by a bottle of Chianti (which I took home with me and used as a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/113397912937010493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=113397912937010493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113397912937010493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113397912937010493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-is-certain-amount-of-dread-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-113389436225507138</id><published>2005-12-06T12:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T12:39:22.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just think that getting on stage with a computer programmed to sound like a back up band when you are a solo act at a show called Imitation of Loud is totally cheating. That is why I did not get into your music mister second act, it also had a little something to do with your lovely footwork while playing the guitar, the fact that you repeatedly singled me out in the audience and that you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/113389436225507138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=113389436225507138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113389436225507138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113389436225507138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-think-that-getting-on-stage.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-113103313609076428</id><published>2005-11-03T09:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:55:28.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A note on making food after returning from the bar:</title><summary type='text'>This morning the Minneapolis fire department had one of their tamer calls. Living just across the highway from a fire station and on one of their direct routes I have the pleasure of hearing fire trucks all the time. They go rushing down 3rd Avenue be it middle of the night, early morning or during the day. Around 6:30 this morning they stopped on my street and we were expecting them. No, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/113103313609076428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=113103313609076428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113103313609076428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113103313609076428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/11/note-on-making-food-after-returning.html' title='A note on making food after returning from the bar:'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-113043054055343344</id><published>2005-10-27T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T11:29:00.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>last night</title><summary type='text'>Last night I was at home reading Sarah Vowell’s The Partly Cloudy Patriot which Morgan had just gotten signed at Tuesday night’s reading. The Current turned on in the background for music and I grumbled once or twice about how Mark Wheat seemed to be talking too much. At one point he announced that he was going to be playing a song off the new Atmopshere album that they’ve been hawking quite a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/113043054055343344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=113043054055343344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113043054055343344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/113043054055343344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/10/last-night.html' title='last night'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-112983211363883188</id><published>2005-10-20T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:16:26.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What are you supposed to do – really?You wake up startled out of deep sleep near 3:00am on a weeknight to the sounds of “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS IN THE AIR! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND” Men are shouting and you hear the screech of tires. You in your partially REM state assume it is the police. You don’t even realize that you’re assuming at this point. You wonder what could possibly be going on? A drug </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112983211363883188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112983211363883188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112983211363883188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112983211363883188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-are-you-supposed-to-do-really-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-112852506922363537</id><published>2005-10-05T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T10:11:09.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gone huntin'</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday morning I woke up to an *Urgent* text message from my younger brother Charlie. "Do you remember Bambi, well i'm gonna kill her if i get the chance to or Bambi's family... In da woods"I responded with "Never saw bambi. Good Luck!"Awww fall in Minnesota... nothing like hunting opener to bring my family closer together.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112852506922363537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112852506922363537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112852506922363537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112852506922363537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/10/gone-huntin.html' title='gone huntin&apos;'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-112372857436657738</id><published>2005-08-10T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T21:49:34.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it really so horrible to be craving a quiet snowy afternoon on such a lovely August evening?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112372857436657738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112372857436657738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112372857436657738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112372857436657738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-it-really-so-horrible-to-be-craving.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-112312004828688439</id><published>2005-08-03T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T20:47:28.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boundary Waters</title><summary type='text'>     Boundary Waters    Originally uploaded by mplsXtine. As much as I longed for my bed on the trip I now long for the water that we traveled across, the skies that we marveled at, the loons that we sang with, the fires that we cooked with, the rocks that we portaged over and the stars that we fell asleep under.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112312004828688439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112312004828688439' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112312004828688439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112312004828688439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/08/boundary-waters.html' title='Boundary Waters'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325843.post-112188421278713979</id><published>2005-07-20T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T13:30:12.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To be perfectly honest I’m not sure that the other four girls know that I haven’t been in a canoe since middle school bible camp. The extent of that canoeing was basically around the tiny lake enclosed by our camp ground. This was not a day trip or even a couple hours worth of canoeing – we’re talking maybe a half hour at the most on a sunny afternoon before heading back to shore to stock up on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112188421278713979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112188421278713979' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112188421278713979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112188421278713979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/07/to-be-perfectly-honest-im-not-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325843.post-112188352661616781</id><published>2005-07-20T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T13:18:46.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just want to say hello! to anyone checking out blindcarboncopy because of the lovely little mention in mnspeak today...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112188352661616781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112188352661616781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112188352661616781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112188352661616781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/07/just-want-to-say-hello-to-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-112136456536934196</id><published>2005-07-14T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T14:20:42.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I totally have a crush. It happened last sometime between last Wednesday and last night and I’m really not sure how. But that’s how crushes are aren’t they? He shows me films about films, films about how troubled youth and deaf kids can change each others lives, films about tadpoles who grow, and most importantly films of horses biting, running through mud, running through water, running through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112136456536934196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112136456536934196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112136456536934196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112136456536934196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-totally-have-crush.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-112135129536420044</id><published>2005-07-14T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T09:28:15.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daplane</title><summary type='text'>IMG_8781 Originally uploaded by mrdpants.22nd &amp; Lyndale mailbox art. (swell photo xtine)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112135129536420044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112135129536420044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112135129536420044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112135129536420044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/07/daplane.html' title='daplane'/><author><name>mrdpants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906429836626460052</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-6325843.post-112118380657027603</id><published>2005-07-12T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:56:46.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He was out there this morning. I had a feeling he might be starting before the heat or the rain of the day makes his job too difficult. I was eating my toast and jam (standing up in my kitchen of course) when I heard a couple voices below the window. Two neighbors from down the block were chatting with him about the spaceship that he had left over the rear tire while the rest of the car had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112118380657027603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112118380657027603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112118380657027603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112118380657027603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/07/he-was-out-there-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-112074880796968905</id><published>2005-07-07T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T10:10:23.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You missed it. Last night was the first night of Reel Politics: Cinema and Civics in my park around dusk. This lovely little educational community get together is taking the place of the much beloved Stevens Square Music and Movies in the Park this summer. Because of a cut in funding for the program an appeal went out to all residents of the neighborhood early this spring jointly from Stevens </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/112074880796968905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=112074880796968905' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112074880796968905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/112074880796968905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-missed-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111885344069887863</id><published>2005-06-15T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:58:43.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You Ted Leo part II</title><summary type='text'>Despite my proclamation last night of quitting my job first thing in the morning in order to follow Ted Leo and the Pharmacists for the rest of the summer... I am here (tired and a tiny bit crabby) trudging through the massive amount of work before me albeit with my copy of Tyranny of Distance on repeat (repeat repeat repeat). Man that guy can rock. Again – why do I have to work? I would love to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111885344069887863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111885344069887863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111885344069887863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111885344069887863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-love-you-ted-leo-part-ii.html' title='I Love You Ted Leo part II'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111765754902436654</id><published>2005-06-01T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T15:25:49.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello Friends and Others (whoever you might be…) The sun was out this weekend. I might be speaking too soon in announcing this (as the dark clouds roll over once more), but it is now officially Kick Ball season. I've had several requests to get the ball rolling and now I actually have to dig around my apartment (or possibly car) to actually find the kickball. As always there are no leagues (we're</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111765754902436654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111765754902436654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111765754902436654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111765754902436654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-friends-and-others-whoever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111714207636953127</id><published>2005-05-26T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T16:14:36.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do you ever get that bizarre thing when you keep checking your blog to see if it has somehow been miraculously updated? I even keep checking my blog stats to see if anyone has been around and really I’m sorry to those that have been checking it and nothing new has happened. I had no idea that having a real job would do this to me. Sorry excuse I know. Anyway I’ll stop whining now. Voltage was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111714207636953127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111714207636953127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111714207636953127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111714207636953127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-you-ever-get-that-bizarre-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111540298652764713</id><published>2005-05-06T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:09:46.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As people who barely need any reason for a fiesta big or small MR.D summoned us to happy hour at Salsa ala Salsa for Cinco de Mayo. Because of my newfound fanaticism for kickboxing we luckily pushed the time back til I was finished with the box kicking (hardest workout yet) and then I skipped down Nicollet to meet them. I was on the trail of some kind of cute boy with odd tattoos on his legs. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111540298652764713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111540298652764713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111540298652764713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111540298652764713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-people-who-barely-need-any-reason.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111514851270401485</id><published>2005-05-03T14:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T14:28:32.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kickboxing is better than sex. There is no link. I’m just sharing. Speaking of sex… the Strib is reporting on new phenomenon of pharmacists refusing to fill prescriptions for birth control pills. Also… I love Lake Street. I hope that nothing but the best happens with all of these new improvements. I mean wider sidewalks? Who knew this was a priority? Right. So I think the Midtown Exchange is very</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111514851270401485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111514851270401485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111514851270401485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111514851270401485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/05/kickboxing-is-better-than-sex.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111506974485924248</id><published>2005-05-02T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T16:35:44.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I’m looking for new, interesting and different training/event type opportunities for my work people to attend and of course found something for myself instead. ***Intermedia Arts will be hosting a B-Girl Be Summit June 2nd-5th. I’ve been meaning to check out the current B Girl exhibit that they have up (probably should have gone opening night instead of hosting a birthday party…) but also hadn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111506974485924248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111506974485924248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111506974485924248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111506974485924248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-im-looking-for-new-interesting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111480508918876558</id><published>2005-04-29T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:05:56.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m not quite sure how this is happening, but this might just be the slowest day ever. Maybe it’s because the current is suddenly quite boring – oh wait I think I hear some zydeco! Play that accordion!In other news… ***Atmosphere comes back home again tomorrow. My little brother will be going to Of Montreal at the Triple Rock instead (probably a wise pick especially since I haven’t seen them yet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111480508918876558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111480508918876558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111480508918876558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111480508918876558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-not-quite-sure-how-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111410311257272434</id><published>2005-04-21T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T12:05:12.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicitations</title><summary type='text'>It’s the big day. I’ve been alive for twenty five years today. No, I didn’t take the day off work. Yes, I’m working. Yes, I’m not working as hard as usual. Yes I did make a ton of cupcakes (white with party sprinkles, and special dark chocolate, both with regular chocolate frosting). Last night I helped do some initial cleaning/picking up while baking cupcakes at Steve’s. Tonight I’ll be making/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111410311257272434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111410311257272434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111410311257272434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111410311257272434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/04/felicitations.html' title='Felicitations'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111317004720136598</id><published>2005-04-10T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T16:54:07.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am an invitation. Do not delete me.</title><summary type='text'>A Night at the Hip Hopera:The 25th Annual Celebration of the Existence of Sugartastic Christine ShizzleThe Dress Code Must be Respected!:  It’s all about the Benjamins, baby. Whether you’re bling’d out ala Nelly, Eve, or Jay-Z, straight thuggin’ like my  man Snoop or Dre, a b-boy, b-girl, skater, tagger or my personal favorite the backpack hip hopper -- its you, your (wo)man, your (wo)man’s (wo)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111317004720136598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111317004720136598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111317004720136598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111317004720136598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-am-invitation-do-not-delete-me.html' title='I am an invitation. Do not delete me.'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111236973640325597</id><published>2005-04-01T09:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:35:36.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every winter I wait for spring, the anticipation growing with every impending temperature drop and snow emergency. I wait for the warm breeze, the mud and the smell of the earth opening up once more. Despite all this anticipation I forget how wonderful it really is. Every February we get a day of false hope, people wandering around in short sleeved shirts, only the next day to be bundling up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111236973640325597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111236973640325597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111236973640325597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111236973640325597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/04/every-winter-i-wait-for-spring.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111150743445512320</id><published>2005-03-22T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:03:54.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>notes on a parenthetical weekend 2</title><summary type='text'>Well the lightheadedness has certainly cleared up and I'm feeling a lot less dramatic. Turns out writing about things certainly helps clarify them. (ha! who knew! I've only been doing this since I could hold a crayon...) I'm definately not feeling as spacey as yesterday and with four pages of notes and four pages actual written so far (albeit in a tiny notebook not legal size by any means.) I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111150743445512320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111150743445512320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111150743445512320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111150743445512320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/03/notes-on-parenthetical-weekend-2.html' title='notes on a parenthetical weekend 2'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111141822379273250</id><published>2005-03-21T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T09:17:03.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a note on a parenthetical weekend</title><summary type='text'>Do you know what melancholy feels like? Right now it’s a light headedness combined with a slight case of nausea and that is only the physical aspect, really the most minor part. For someone who claims to know myself pretty well and how I react in situations I am certainly able to surprise myself. Regardless I repeat myself, or I repeat the circumstance. Or maybe it is that the situation is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111141822379273250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111141822379273250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111141822379273250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111141822379273250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/03/note-on-parenthetical-weekend.html' title='a note on a parenthetical weekend'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111117898474505333</id><published>2005-03-18T14:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T15:21:05.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'>... may he be my Sweet Sunday Man</title><summary type='text'>“Did you hear about Bobby Fischer?” she asks, and sidles into the booth seat opposite him.“What? Oh yeah. Hopefully this Iceland thing will work out for him. Other than that I hear he’s planning on marrying the head of the chess association in Japan,” he responds. “uh… I’m ______, nice to meet you.” He says this and closes the top of his laptop to turn and face her.“Its amazing how these things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111117898474505333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111117898474505333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111117898474505333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111117898474505333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/03/may-he-be-my-sweet-sunday-man.html' title='... may he be my Sweet Sunday Man'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111047175210658918</id><published>2005-03-10T10:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T10:22:32.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This morning I dreampt I was having an extended conversation with my favorite Radio K dj, Thomas Kwong. I’m not quite sure what we were talking about, but it was definitely longer than our conversations, if you could call them that have been in real life. Ok. Let’s be honest, I’ve only spoken with him once. I was driving home from Edina, having just quit my new temp job on the second day, after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111047175210658918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111047175210658918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111047175210658918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111047175210658918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/03/this-morning-i-dreampt-i-was-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-111023686310504721</id><published>2005-03-07T16:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T17:07:43.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday -  - compiling the wake up playlist which included that Bright Eyes song, one by Mason Jennings (I know! gasp! shock!), a live version of Guns and Cigarettes by Atmosphere featuring Eyedea and the theme from Eternal Sunshine by Beck (sometimes his voice resonates within me)- walking in the warm warm sunshine to breakfast - seeing everyone and their dog enjoying the false spring day as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/111023686310504721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=111023686310504721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111023686310504721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/111023686310504721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/03/yesterday-compiling-wake-up-playlist.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110979367057600041</id><published>2005-03-02T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:01:10.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon was right...</title><summary type='text'>Nik forwarded this important news article to me. Evidently ligers really do exist.Deb: What are you drawing? Napoleon Dynamite: A liger. Deb: What's a liger? Napoleon Dynamite: It's pretty much my favorite animal. It's like a lion and a tiger mixed... bred for its skills in magic.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110979367057600041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110979367057600041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110979367057600041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110979367057600041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/03/napoleon-was-right.html' title='Napoleon was right...'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110918625834366083</id><published>2005-02-23T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T13:17:38.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Mom forwarded the STRIKE ALERT message that her local teacher's union had sent out regarding the current teacher strike occuring at another nearby school my brother, Dad and I today. My aunt (my mother's sister... who is also quoted in the preceeding article) teaches third grade at this school and has been out there on the picket lines since day one. In response to my mom's email I sent her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110918625834366083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110918625834366083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110918625834366083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110918625834366083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-mom-forwarded-strike-alert-message.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110917101826791914</id><published>2005-02-23T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T09:03:38.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Who wants to guess how much the ticket is for not having a front license plate is? Anyone? Anyone? Come on... this is fun!(hint* its smaller than a breadbox, but almost as much as having your car towed)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110917101826791914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110917101826791914' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110917101826791914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110917101826791914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/02/who-wants-to-guess-how-much-ticket-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110840856031694752</id><published>2005-02-14T13:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T13:05:17.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>firstday</title><summary type='text'>Harrison Ford might not have packed my lunch for me this morning but today I'm sitting here at my desk, typing on my computer, talking to my coworkers and generally getting oriented for my new job all the while I swear I can hear Carly Simon singing joyfulling something about letting "the river flow... let all the children sing... the new Jeruselam"  It is a happy and overwhelming day. Thank you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110840856031694752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110840856031694752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110840856031694752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110840856031694752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/02/firstday.html' title='firstday'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110737208100400710</id><published>2005-02-02T13:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T13:21:21.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark your calendars in ink... DRE DAY</title><summary type='text'>Dre Day 2005 is on! February 18th is the fortieth birthday of the infamous Dr. Dre and we'll be celebrating starting at 10pm at RockRockRock.I was a bit worried not having seen any listings til late, but the 3Rock now has it listed on their show calendar. Last year I was witness the "$20 sack pyramid", Dr. Dre and Snoop trivia, a photo op with yourself as Dre in the Chronic album cover and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110737208100400710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110737208100400710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110737208100400710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110737208100400710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/02/mark-your-calendars-in-ink-dre-day.html' title='Mark your calendars in ink... DRE DAY'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110736141019974822</id><published>2005-02-02T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T10:23:30.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do I always think that other people say it better? Maybe that is a topic I'll explore more later... In the mean time check out Jim Walsh's little article about the the little gem on the fm dial that has been making me quite happy since it went up not too long ago.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110736141019974822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110736141019974822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110736141019974822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110736141019974822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/02/why-do-i-always-think-that-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110675808055257232</id><published>2005-01-26T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T14:55:21.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not usually one for spreading other people's quoted words about, but yesterday during a job interview I used a current favorite thought of mine. Anton Chekhov was quoted as saying "If you want to work on your art, work on your life". I have to be able to laugh at myself for using this phrase which resonates very deeply for me in an attempt to interject myself into the world of corporate </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110675808055257232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110675808055257232' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110675808055257232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110675808055257232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-not-usually-one-for-spreading-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6325843.post-110546217983072257</id><published>2005-01-11T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T10:49:39.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>clean</title><summary type='text'>hot water hits skinmoist bulletspenetrate unseenan effort to risesteam engulphsmy brain won't let gopersistant, i waitheat increasethoughts manipulateevaporation would be nicedissapation too</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110546217983072257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110546217983072257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110546217983072257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110546217983072257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/01/clean.html' title='clean'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110493682094307566</id><published>2005-01-05T08:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T08:53:40.943-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>today is experiment day. i decided that i was tired of wearing the same nasty thin brown pants that i wear nearly every day to my designated place of tiresome employment so instead today i wore a skirt. thats right. you might want to check the weather in case you haven't heard - it is winter. i really needed to switch things up though. it actually works quite well considering, it is long and grey</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110493682094307566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110493682094307566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110493682094307566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110493682094307566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-is-experiment-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110486358301526470</id><published>2005-01-04T13:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T13:41:13.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>red tea</title><summary type='text'>i'm drinking it by the pot todaystifling my coughhoping the steam will calm mynasal passages for as long as possibletwo hands clasping the warm cupmy finger touches the bottom of my noseentirely too often, and i notice youdoing the sameand yet you're smilingi am too - despite my illnesswe volley conversationstopping to catch a breathe orreturn to the originalpoint, suddenly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110486358301526470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110486358301526470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110486358301526470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110486358301526470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2005/01/red-tea.html' title='red tea'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-110028507636628349</id><published>2004-11-12T13:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T12:44:36.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*ILOVEYOUTEDLEO*</title><summary type='text'>As I was walking through a life one morningthe sun was out, the air was warm, but Oh, I was coldAnd though I must have looked half a person,to tell the tale, in my own version,It was only then that I felt wholeBut do you believe in something beautiful?Then get up and be itFighting for the smallest goal: to get a little self-contolI know how hard you try. I see it in your eyesBut call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/110028507636628349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=110028507636628349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110028507636628349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/110028507636628349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/11/iloveyoutedleo.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lookoutrecords.com/media/videos-red.php3&quot;&gt;*ILOVEYOUTEDLEO*&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109950901992505380</id><published>2004-11-03T13:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T13:16:22.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After my reaction, reading others' reactions, reading all of the analysis that I could stomach I finally turned to the one thing I knew could get me through the day ---  Petfinder.com . If you need me I'll be looking through the puppies... the little black great dane mix with a white spot on his neck named Opus is my favorite so far!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109950901992505380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109950901992505380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109950901992505380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109950901992505380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/11/after-my-reaction-reading-others.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109940863585489187</id><published>2004-11-02T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T09:18:27.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I voted!It only took about forty minutes total. I meant to get there right at 7, but ended up there at 7:30. I didn't vote for any judges and I voted for school board people based on signs I had seen and whose yards they were in. I barely slept last night because I was so anxious. Starting around 12:30 I was waking up about every hour to two hours worried that my alarm hadn't gone off. It went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109940863585489187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109940863585489187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109940863585489187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109940863585489187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-voted-it-only-took-about-forty.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109898207837532375</id><published>2004-10-28T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T11:47:58.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm wearing my  M.A.R.T.  shirt are you? I won't say much but to point out that the  CityPages has a great article about our favorite taxidermists this week! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109898207837532375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109898207837532375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109898207837532375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109898207837532375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-wearing-my-m.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109872528904634578</id><published>2004-10-25T11:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T12:29:43.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You are a strong person and this is a learning experience" (The Sweater)It was Saturday and we were sitting at Bob's Java. I had just taken the last sips of my iced chai and we had switched seats in order that she might better see her computer screen while she wrote. The window was open and it was one of those early fall days when the cool air still felt refreshing and I felt no resentment </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109872528904634578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109872528904634578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109872528904634578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109872528904634578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/10/you-are-strong-person-and-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109776301984753225</id><published>2004-10-14T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T15:42:34.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>***Don't forget!*** The much awaited and anticipated Minnesota Association of Rogue Taxidermist opening show is tomorrow night from 6-11 at Creative Electric Studios. My good friend Scott Bibus will be showing many things from his collection of preserved creative oddities. In other news...These delicious oatmeal chocolate chip cookies just got delivered to the office I'm working at with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109776301984753225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109776301984753225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109776301984753225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109776301984753225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/10/dont-forget-much-awaited-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109769639950634647</id><published>2004-10-13T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T14:39:59.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another interesting article (NYT of course), this one on Call Girls, Updated. The sex industry is always an interesting topic, what with all the glamour and intrigue commonly attached to it. It is funny that the madame interviewed "Chae Lee" mentioned raking in about $20,000 in a week. This is about twice what a friend of mine made the entire year a a bit ago doing her part to keep kids out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109769639950634647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109769639950634647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109769639950634647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109769639950634647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-interesting-article-nyt-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109761744145302105</id><published>2004-10-12T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T16:44:01.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This article from the New York Times today is fascinating: Murder Downsized.I never had a doll house; well at least not what most people would consider a doll house. I had a combination of rigged up cardboard boxes of all shapes and sizes, mom's tupperware (her pie safe made a great swimming pool), and whatever else I happened to scrounge up and assemble together. I remember that the plastic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109761744145302105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109761744145302105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109761744145302105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109761744145302105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-article-from-new-york-times-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109761813603458124</id><published>2004-10-12T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T16:55:36.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;&gt;Minnesota is DopeThis year (the past two months in particular) I've done quite a bit more driving/hiking around Minnesota and I am struck again and again how incredible this state is.  I have visited the north shore of Lake Superior (almost to Canada!) twice this autumn, and each time I fall a little bit further in love with MN.  And it continues to amaze (and inspire and joyify) me that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109761813603458124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109761813603458124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109761813603458124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109761813603458124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/10/minnesota-is-dope-this-year-past-two.html' title=''/><author><name>mrdpants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906429836626460052</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-6325843.post-109726256696227915</id><published>2004-10-08T14:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T14:09:26.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Dad is not dying.It just so happened that we didn’t read the pieces chronologically. Much like when I’m flipping through a magazine I started near the end. In fact this could have nothing to do with it at all because I didn’t even pay attention to the days of the week next to each installment until after I had read most of them through. The point of me saying this is that I read the cancer </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109726256696227915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109726256696227915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109726256696227915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109726256696227915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-dad-is-not-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109699382389937841</id><published>2004-10-05T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T11:41:13.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What? You want me to feed you dinner?Take:1 small can of sliced mushrooms2 artichoke hearts (sliced)2 largish cloves of garlic (knife smoosh them then slice)----&gt; Saute these thingsAdd: 2 C. Roasty tomatos (herb de provence style) recipe from Clotilde1/2 can tomato sauce----&gt; SimmerPour over radiatore pasta and sprinkle with a little bit of monterey jack cheese.Enjoy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109699382389937841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109699382389937841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109699382389937841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109699382389937841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-you-want-me-to-feed-you-dinner.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109656857326617088</id><published>2004-09-30T13:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T13:22:53.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>excerptAs I pass by the old man with a white beard and a legal pad that reads "No Food. No Money. Please help." I'm eating my sandwhich and hurrying back to work. I'm struck by those three simple and clear sentences. This is the second time that I have passed him today; the first time I was just finishing my $1.25 cookie and marveling at the simple wonders before me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109656857326617088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109656857326617088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109656857326617088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109656857326617088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/09/excerpt-as-i-pass-by-old-man-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109536533632533582</id><published>2004-09-16T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T15:08:56.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I took a bike ride through downtown this morning. I had two destinations City Hall and the IDS building. Biking downtown is a completely different beast than other ciy biking. I suppose every neighborhood or section of the city has it's quirks and ways about it. Navigation downtown is a bit more treacherous because there are more cars in a concentrated area adn also I think because the drivers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109536533632533582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109536533632533582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109536533632533582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109536533632533582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-took-bike-ride-through-downtown-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109527745736917555</id><published>2004-09-15T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T15:11:18.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't belong here - I realize that. I'm just as aways a tourist, just passing through, not buying but thanks for asking. Maybe I'm the poser. Naw not quite. I'm sitting here at Bob's, my second to last day here (at least in a row) and am wondering if I've been wasting my time or not. There is a boy who sits here everyday as well. He usually has a friend with him and they spend their time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109527745736917555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109527745736917555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109527745736917555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109527745736917555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-dont-belong-here-i-realize-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109475625251862792</id><published>2004-09-09T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T14:03:50.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this morning I've been learning all about the world of EMT rescue, trauma, and how to deal with specific regard to bike race tracks. Very interesting stuff. How often do you think about the person whose job it is to rescue you from a traumatic situation ala car crash, being thrown from a bike etc. These are they guys who strap you into that board and prevent your spinal injury to the best of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109475625251862792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109475625251862792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109475625251862792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109475625251862792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-this-morning-ive-been-learning-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109467073348462535</id><published>2004-09-08T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T14:27:30.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I stopped in at "el casa de morgana y kerstin" or as I'm beginning to refer to it as "the Suzanna Roettger Memorial Drop In Center" this morning to pick up the laptop and head over to Bob's for what is becoming my daily chai and internet roundup. Across the street the neighbors were having some sort of domestic situation. 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Thats right I hadn't been back to the library since I racked up the $11.20 fine two whole years ago. Well I finally figured out that swallowing my pride and paying off that fine would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109423614627277968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109423614627277968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109423614627277968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109423614627277968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/09/as-long-as-i-have-money-for-iced-chai.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109389951330496577</id><published>2004-08-30T15:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:58:33.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just inviting you to a no frills, no big thing happy hour this Thursday (August 2nd) from 4pm til who knows when at the Triple Rock in celebration of the culmination of my two years of "professional volunteerism" or if you like "indentured servitude to the nation." Call it what you will, I'll be celebrating at my favorite little punk bar and you are welcome to join me.Christine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109389951330496577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109389951330496577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109389951330496577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109389951330496577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/08/im-just-inviting-you-to-no-frills-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109302657787925978</id><published>2004-08-20T12:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T15:40:23.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*rumors and lies*off-shoots of conversations last night about lies told by parents left some intriguing unanswered qustions. i did some googling this morning to ascertain the levels of truthfulness.  it turns out that parents are equal parts correct and full of shit.  mom and dad always told me to eat my bread crusts because "they're good for you."  i held this as gospel, always priding myself</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109302657787925978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109302657787925978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109302657787925978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109302657787925978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/08/rumors-and-lies-off-shoots-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mrdpants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906429836626460052</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-6325843.post-109277265239741834</id><published>2004-08-17T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T14:59:40.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the crappiest place on earthMy weekend in Orlando certainly turned out to be an adventure, but as far as vacationing (fun, sun, low stress) it was shit. Being in Charley's direct path was exciting, scary for a few moments, but mostly he put a severe damper on any outdoor activities and familial excursions.  My Floridian relatives spent most of Saturday chopping stray tree limbs and hauling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109277265239741834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109277265239741834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109277265239741834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109277265239741834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/08/crappiest-place-on-earth-my-weekend-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mrdpants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906429836626460052</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-6325843.post-109241116915309214</id><published>2004-08-13T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T10:33:58.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The city is a very different place just after 5 in the morning. For one thing I am rarely there.The moon was glowing off to the east set in indigo gradients. Morgan held up her hand to take the brightest sliver as the tip of her nail. As we drove south we seemed to be heading back into the night, escaping the light that was creeping slowly over head.The airport was already buzzing with people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109241116915309214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109241116915309214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109241116915309214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109241116915309214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/08/city-is-very-different-place-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109234636288627990</id><published>2004-08-12T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T16:32:42.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I always thought it was just me. Guess that tells you something about how often I'm near other sleeping people or people about to sleep. Evidently there is a medical hypothesis about the sensation of falling right as you fall asleep and the sudden spasms that your body experiences when falling asleep.Learning something new. Look at me go!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109234636288627990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109234636288627990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109234636288627990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109234636288627990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/08/i-always-thought-it-was-just-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109215928873359146</id><published>2004-08-10T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T12:34:48.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Next time we're in Chicago we'll have to check out the Green Zebra if I'm believing what the New York Times says it sounds as if it were made for me. (Obviously the me that can spend $40 on a dinner -- I mean I haven't met that me yet, but I'm sure she'll appear someday... right?)*Am still thinking that Skin by Shelley Jackson is just about the coolest new book being published these days. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109215928873359146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109215928873359146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109215928873359146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109215928873359146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/08/next-time-were-in-chicago-well-have-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109208797166263020</id><published>2004-08-09T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T12:27:48.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Let a hundred flowers bloom: let a hundred schools of thought contend."Life has been really busy and really good for a little while now... what with last week's birthday week extravaganzas with Maria and general contentment on my part regarding life. I suppose it is only appropriate that it is Monday and it is raining a perfect book end to the uber hectic schedule I've been keeping.Return of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109208797166263020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109208797166263020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109208797166263020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109208797166263020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/08/let-hundred-flowers-bloom-let-hundred.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109165038387010325</id><published>2004-08-04T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T15:14:36.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>He just knows! It's like he's f*'ng psychic or something...TAURUS (April 20-May 20): To hint at the potentials of the coming week, I'll appropriate the words of avant-garde music composer and author John Cage. In describing his work, he once said, "I have nothing to say/and I am saying it/and that is poetry." Here's an altered version, Taurus, created especially to suit your current </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109165038387010325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109165038387010325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109165038387010325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109165038387010325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/08/he-just-knows-its-like-hes-fng-psychic.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-109113051659728973</id><published>2004-07-29T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-29T16:55:29.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                              *    *    *    *    *      party for the fight to write       *    *    *    *    * break out the pointy hats and noisemakers folks (the ones that unfurl like lizard tongues or elephant trunks, please) because it is sock-rocking time.  while you're reaching for the hats and horns, better grab a calendar/planner/palm pilot too, for here is a date </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109113051659728973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109113051659728973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109113051659728973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109113051659728973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/07/party-for-fight-to-write-b_109113051659728973.html' title=''/><author><name>mrdpants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906429836626460052</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-6325843.post-109042784761815811</id><published>2004-07-21T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T15:04:18.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night Jen and I were in search of some air conditioning and since I saw a movie on Monday, am seeing one tonight and tomorrow, I opted for a change of pace last night. She was a good sport and we went to ½ price books out in St. Louis Park so I could pick up my book club book The Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Tool. Maria and I had gone to the Highland Park ½ price yesterday at noon, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/109042784761815811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=109042784761815811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109042784761815811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/109042784761815811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/07/last-night-jen-and-i-were-in-search-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108975601595763854</id><published>2004-07-13T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T17:25:01.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>San Francisco specifically, and the Bay Area in general, certainly have their appeal (especially next year if I have a friend there), however (and this is probably a wack reason) my brother and sister-in-law just moved from SF.  I don’t want to give the impression—mostly to myself, but secondarily to others—of “following in my brother's footsteps.”  I want to forge my own path, blaze my own trail</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108975601595763854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108975601595763854' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108975601595763854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108975601595763854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/07/san-francisco-specifically-and-bay.html' title=''/><author><name>mrdpants</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09906429836626460052</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-6325843.post-108914562739204673</id><published>2004-07-06T15:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T15:27:07.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm one of those foolish souls who continues to use her work email for personal type things. Well because we had some spam problems we've had to institute a number of filters so that our entire day isn't spent looking through the preview pane at anonymous unclothed members. This has created a bit of a problem in my personal correspondence however, my email has taken to showing re:CONTENT whenever</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108914562739204673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108914562739204673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108914562739204673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108914562739204673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/07/im-one-of-those-foolish-souls-who.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108871178106885983</id><published>2004-07-01T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T14:56:21.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just so I don't forget... memo to myself...Oh I know I know. Its so difficult. I think I need to personally start taking more risks and not being such a weeny. Ask some people out. They're cute - why not? It doesn't mean I'd be stuck with the wrong person or in a relationship, it just means that I'd have a chance at a make out or a cuddle or something. I need to stop being such a freak about it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108871178106885983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108871178106885983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108871178106885983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108871178106885983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/07/just-so-i-dont-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108845758659539287</id><published>2004-06-28T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T16:24:12.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend was the opening of the Hiawatha Light Rail. I enjoyed the day with Kate and got to nerd out/go into tourist mode a bit and take copious amounts of photos (of which I will soon be posting, well half are digital, the other half I need to get developed yet)... but more importantly... I saw the most beautiful man doing voter registration at the Cedar Riverside stop. Do I still need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108845758659539287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108845758659539287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108845758659539287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108845758659539287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/06/this-weekend-was-opening-of-hiawatha.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108845520805455835</id><published>2004-06-28T15:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T15:40:08.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> I'm getting more exercise today than I did all weekend. This is entirely on trips to the bathroom alone!There goes another 32oz. of Hawaiian tea which I brewed -- in my nalgene --- impressive, no? And yes, I'm still using the upstairs bathroom. Gotta get my walks in.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108845520805455835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108845520805455835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108845520805455835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108845520805455835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-getting-more-exercise-today-than-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108783692658062145</id><published>2004-06-21T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T11:55:26.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go Skateboarding Day! via Gawker</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108783692658062145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108783692658062145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108783692658062145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108783692658062145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/06/go-skateboarding-day-via-gawker.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108783186301481489</id><published>2004-06-21T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T10:32:12.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so tired - this weekend was heaps of fun, but super exhausting as well. For starters - left work early on Friday to help out at Rock the Garden with David Byrne. For two and a half hours of taking tickets, applying wrist bands, directing people to the exit and infoming people that they could not infact take beer into the garden, we received a nice little box lunch, water, a great t-shirt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108783186301481489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108783186301481489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108783186301481489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108783186301481489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/06/i-am-so-tired-this-weekend-was-heaps.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108758519843146808</id><published>2004-06-18T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T13:59:58.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wednesday evening I ended up hanging out with Jes and Katie doing some chatting about whatnots and eating strawberries and shortcake. After returning home (and successfully parallel parking my car) I headed over to the park to see what was left of the movie. Beat Street is the story of hip hop in inner city New York in the early 80s. By the time I arrived there were still two reels left of film </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108758519843146808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108758519843146808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108758519843146808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108758519843146808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/06/wednesday-evening-i-ended-up-hanging.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108758232808637860</id><published>2004-06-18T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T13:12:08.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>neurosis for the morning.Just because you start to find more extensive common ground with someone of the opposite sex over a couple of beers (ok... three on an empty stomach) does not mean that you might be accidentally falling in love. I, in my drunken, suddenly shell-shocked and excited naiveté have mistaken this more than once. Luckily this time the fall brief and minor and was over happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108758232808637860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108758232808637860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108758232808637860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108758232808637860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/06/neurosis-for-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108672297805441479</id><published>2004-06-08T14:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T16:21:16.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>best thoughts on reagan i've seen so far...RONALD REAGAN: NOT JUST THE PRESIDENT, PLAYED ONE ON TV.R.I.P., RonnieDeath of a SalesmanI Hate 1984: Ronald Reaganof course i always remember my dad saying something about how reagan was the only president that was dead the entire time he was in office. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108672297805441479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108672297805441479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108672297805441479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108672297805441479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/06/best-thoughts-on-reagan-ive-seen-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108508344771465739</id><published>2004-05-20T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T15:04:07.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think the nicest thing Dana said to me last night when visiting the new place was "It looks like you."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108508344771465739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108508344771465739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108508344771465739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108508344771465739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-think-nicest-thing-dana-said-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108506779843516985</id><published>2004-05-20T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T15:11:58.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"oh these creatures and their love"It's good to be a twenty-four year old uncommitted girl. Uncommitted to anything besides my apartment anyway. For the love of the apartment (with the hardwood floors, big windows, huge bathtub, in the lovely neighborhood) I have committed to at least a year of habitation. Which means that in a couple of months I must find something to support my committment - </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108506779843516985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108506779843516985' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108506779843516985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108506779843516985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-these-creatures-and-their-love-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108499521525243028</id><published>2004-05-19T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T14:35:22.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe I’m in love with myself and that’s what keeps me from finding someone to share my love with. Before it explodes.The love that is.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108499521525243028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108499521525243028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108499521525243028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108499521525243028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/05/maybe-im-in-love-with-myself-and-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</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-6325843.post-108498486060155570</id><published>2004-05-19T11:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T11:45:38.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why am I not inspired to be writing? It’s the laziness. I felt it last night.No I didn’t. I was going to call people that I hadn’t talked to in a while… but then decided not to waste more of my daytime minutes and wait until 9.By nine I figured most people didn’t want to be called?I read instead. It’s a book – paper back novel – by Agatha Christie – one of my favorite writers, featuring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/feeds/108498486060155570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6325843&amp;postID=108498486060155570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108498486060155570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6325843/posts/default/108498486060155570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blindcarboncopy.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-am-i-not-inspired-to-be-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Xtine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05402105316566790431</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
