<?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-22922082</id><updated>2012-01-26T17:50:10.385+09:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='travel'/><category term='101 in 1001'/><category term='art'/><category term='roy g biv'/><category term='Sunday Scribblings'/><category term='Reading Challenge'/><category term='books'/><category term='Numbers'/><category term='Project 365'/><title type='text'>Life in a Suitcase</title><subtitle type='html'>Own only what you can carry with you; know language, know countries, know people. Let your memory be your travel bag. - Alexander Solzhenitsyn</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2027</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-740171491152159873</id><published>2012-01-26T17:50:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T17:50:10.425+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Review: High Risk</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a style='float: left; padding-right: 20px' href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/603905'&gt;&lt;img alt='High Risk' border='0' src='http://photo.goodreads.com/books/1176216597m/603905.jpg'/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/603905'&gt;High Risk&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/162541'&gt;Amy Scholder&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      My rating: &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/183904417'&gt;1 of 5 stars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      If there were half stars, this would be a 1.5.  I liked the non-fiction essays better than the short stories - the chapters by John Preston, William S. Burroughs, and Dorothy Allison were the best, and I was surprised to really enjoy the poetry by Essex Hemphill.  I didn't much like The Story of O, so I think this confirms that I don't much enjoy reading about S&amp;amp;M, and since I really didn't like Rip-Off Red, Girl Detective and the Burning Bombing of America by Kathy Acker, I guess I'm not surprised that I still don't like her writing.  Most of all, this book leaves me wondering if homosexuality and S&amp;amp;M are the only two kinky things out there.  &lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/183904417'&gt;View all my reviews&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-740171491152159873?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/740171491152159873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=740171491152159873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/740171491152159873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/740171491152159873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2012/01/review-high-risk.html' title='Review: High Risk'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-7510101204131411462</id><published>2012-01-04T02:04:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T02:04:47.717+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal for 2012</title><content type='html'>There's nothing like traveling and doing a race. It may not make for speedy times or easy recoveries, but it does something else. It brings passion to my journeys. And there's no better souvenir than one you have earned by running 26.2 miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Toor, Race Travel, Running Times - March 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-7510101204131411462?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7510101204131411462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=7510101204131411462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7510101204131411462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7510101204131411462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2012/01/goal-for-2012.html' title='Goal for 2012'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3686014809909234539</id><published>2012-01-03T22:09:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T22:09:00.264+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Ginger Alert!</title><content type='html'>And the movie's good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NcYManp_aRc/TwGsr1W2taI/AAAAAAAADA0/QkVwBD2EWFY/s1600/flame_and_citron_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NcYManp_aRc/TwGsr1W2taI/AAAAAAAADA0/QkVwBD2EWFY/s400/flame_and_citron_ver2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693021273030309282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3686014809909234539?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3686014809909234539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3686014809909234539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3686014809909234539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3686014809909234539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2012/01/hot-ginger-alert.html' title='Hot Ginger Alert!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NcYManp_aRc/TwGsr1W2taI/AAAAAAAADA0/QkVwBD2EWFY/s72-c/flame_and_citron_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-1431806123184644699</id><published>2012-01-02T01:02:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T01:02:00.438+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7u_NeD6_vGE/TwBwccrkC2I/AAAAAAAADAo/79N4CMs8ZqM/s1600/296940_10150481159034966_740284965_11323099_230234021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7u_NeD6_vGE/TwBwccrkC2I/AAAAAAAADAo/79N4CMs8ZqM/s400/296940_10150481159034966_740284965_11323099_230234021_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692673563033865058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2011 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my first half-marathon.  I also ran my first Beer Mile.  There were some less cheerful firsts, but let's ignore those, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Completed the Couch to 5K program and ran my first ever 10K race.  It was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 -I went to Africa! And started hashing back in February. I also bought purple underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - got divorced for real, barehanded ice fishing, thought I flushed my own keys down the toilet, went paint balling, ate beondegi (yuck!), flew a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Hahahaha. I've already been asked this one. The Hong Kong incident. Got divorced (I think, anyway!) Taught kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - went on holiday with my sister, bought a red bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes and no. I mean, I was all set to read 250 books, and have one of them be War &amp; Peace.  That didn't happen at all.  But I did go and run that half marathon, so there's always that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - I've kept a few, but not most.  I will make more.  Soon.  Really.  Plus, I'll need to make a new 101 in 1001 list at some point this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 -I'm still working on the 101 in 1001 List and I've rejigged a couple of them. I'd like to finish off those goals before I start any more. The biggest fail was the book ban (reinstated, let's hope I prove to have more willpower now.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - the 101 in 1001 List, maybe a couple more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007- No and Yes. It's not the keeping of the resolutions that is necessarily important, I think, but the making of them. The taking stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - I didn't make any last year. I will be making some this year, though. I like thinking about my goals and where I am and where I want to be. I was too depressed to want to think about my life last January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people seem to be having babies lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - While there are lots of baby pics floating around my FB feed, no.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - My high school friend Vanessa and Andrea &amp; David. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;2008 - If they did, it's escaping me, but it's also very late at night.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - My childhood friend, Shannon. My brother's girlfriend. A couple of other people I don't know as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Nana died on Christmas morning.  That was rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Yes, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - No.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - No.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England - Scotland - Germany - France (for dinner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Korea, Toronto, Korea.  Not very exciting at all.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Kojedo, Jeonju, Rome, Ghana, Togo, Toronto, Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Boracay, Taiwan, Bamboo/Tea Plantation trip, Canada, Japan, Dokdo, North Korea&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Thailand, Hong Kong, Canada, North Korea, The Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Scotland, Canada, Korea, Thailand. Only Thailand was for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would you like to have in 2012 that you lacked in 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less drama, more health.  The guts to run a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - The same as last year, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - A zero balance credit card, the ability to run hashes, a plan to leave Korea.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - This one is going to remain secret, but there is something I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - More of all the good things, less of all the bad, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;2006 - I don't think there was much that I lacked entirely over the course of the whole year. There were lots of things I lacked during different parts of the year though. I guess I just want more of the good things, more often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What dates from 2011 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two particular dates in March.  October 10th - 13.1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;March 2nd - first day of my new job&lt;br /&gt;September 23 - 38PH3 - for the hashing, and for something else, which we will leave off the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Fourth Saturday in February - My first hash, the PMS MENstrual Run&lt;br /&gt;August 22 - I started vacation!&lt;br /&gt;October 5 - The day I started back at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - January 3rd - finally divorced!&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 8th - the Ferraro Rocher countdown ended on my last day of work at Poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - April 10th - I left Heritage, thank fuck! &lt;br /&gt;May 18th - Surprise arrival back in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;August 10th - Back in Korea once more.&lt;br /&gt;December 14th - All my loose ends were finally tied up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - February 14th, when I finally, really knew that I had to leave Alan. April 10th, when I flew into Seoul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.1 miles.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - My 10K medal, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Going on vacation? I didn't really have any big achievements this year.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Well, I collected the entire set of Hello Kitty magnets. And found my own place in HBC.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Tying up those loose ends, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Getting over the embarrassment of leaving someone only 5 months into marriage and doing it anyway because I needed to do it. Rebuilding my entire life all over again, in Korea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose similar to last year.  I could have been a better friend, and a better granddaughter.  I have some regrets about going out and having fun, without thinking about the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 - This year, my failures seem to have been legion.  I failed as a friend, I suppose.  I trusted the wrong person.  It's been a rough year.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Financial.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Also will remain a secret. But it's related to the other one.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Perhaps being so stressed by the Korea/Hong Kong decision.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Not listening to my instincts and the warnings of other people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahahaha.  The least of my problems this year involved getting the cotton on a q-tip stuck in my ear.  Then there was the hilarious ankle injury caused by deciding to wear heels to a drinking trail in Songtan on a winter's night.  Oh, and I think I fucked up my back muscles for no reason for the first time - I'm getting old, clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - The rib.  The suspected shin splints and other assorted aches that came with learning to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - The mystery illness in Ghana &amp; Togo - but Immodium cured that. Very nasty Yellow Dust cold. My toenail slowly growing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - possibly I discovered I have a malformed eardrum, hairline fracture in my foot after dancing drunk in my apartment, Broken Toe Part I - The Sink, Broken Toe Part II - Martha's Dancing, recent sickness which is no fun, so we won't bother talking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Nothing terrible. Did a transatlantic flight with a messed up ankle, did some North Korean hiking with pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Yep. Some of the most notable - my first ever hickie and my now completely fucked up ankle. I'm a klutz, though, so there have been a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibram Five Fingers.  And I was given a Kindle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - A lot of books.  Running shoes and winter running clothes.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Hair cut and straightening. New computer. Monitor which is also a TV. My students would claim it's my Transformers t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - new iPod, G-Whiz, North Korean honey&lt;br /&gt;2007 - It wasn't what Oprah recommended ;) I'm not sure I've bought anything all that fabulous this year.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - my laptop. my plane ticket out of Scotland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Whose behavior merited celebration? Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Family, April, Samantha and Courtnie.  The Pen - he gets both celebrated and appalled.  Myself - maybe a bit of both too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Samantha and April have become my rocks.  Shar and Tim were a tough combo of fucked up to deal with, though Tim was also one of my mainstays.  &lt;br /&gt;2009 - Hashers are often pretty awesome and Ortencia was an awesome host. However, the two hashers running CHILD and their ridiculousness were fairly appalling.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Martha has been a rock star in the last couple of months! The pricks at Phillies being homophobic assholes and everyone who voted for Prop. 8 and like-minded resolutions appall me.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Many people's merited celebration. I find that sometimes the most surprising people will do fantastic things. Based on some info I recently found out, my ex is on the appalled list.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - my friends and family, who have been very supportive of me. appalled: alan's. my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books and the trip to the UK and Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - The trip to Canada and running clothes.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - New computer, six week vacation, books.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - You got me! I guess the trip to Canada was the biggie, plus the shopping trip that resulted. The iPod.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Vacations!!! Clothes. Having fun in general. &lt;br /&gt;2006 - into leaving Scotland.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.1, baby.  German Nash Hash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Running, hashing, reading.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Rome with Jen, Ghana and Togo with Ortencia, home!, and then Vancouver, with the chance to see Andrea &amp; David, Orin, and Martha.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Seeing my nieces. Going to a city in North Korea. Moving to Haebangchon. Teaching teenagers. Leaving Poly.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Hiking in North Korea. Seeing my nieces.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - being single again, meeting new people, teaching again, knowing that I made the decision to live my life the way I want to, full of travel and adventure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2011? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and I Know It - LMFAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 - I'm on A Boat by The Lonely Island.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Slung Low, Erin McKeown; I Got a Feeling, Black Eyed Peas (listened to it constantly in Vancouver); and Fuck It (I Don't Want You Back), Eamon and Barbie Girl, Aqua because they played in Togo while I was travelling.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Whatever You Like, T.I. but in particular, that one the kids made about voting however you like. Made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - The Mercy of the Fallen, Dar Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 - The same?&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Happier.&lt;br /&gt;2008- happier&lt;br /&gt;2007 - happier or perhaps about the same&lt;br /&gt;2006 - happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 - thinner&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Maybe a bit fatter.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - same same&lt;br /&gt;2007 - maybe about the same - I'm not sure, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - fatter, a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same same, but different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 - Same same, but different.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Moderately less poor.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - moderately less poor.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Hmmmm. Again, perhaps about the same.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - maybe about the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling, making it to hashes, training, reading.  Time with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Travelling, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Saving money. Reading books. Travelling. Hashing. Time with the nieces.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - beach holidays, time at home with the family, coffee with Jenn&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Exercise. Travelling. Decisive getting-stuff-done.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in for no reason.  Internet escapism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Wandering about on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Lazing around. Staying up too late. Social smoking. Negative self-talk.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - overreacting, stress with friends over silly things, dealing with Korean immigration, teaching at Poly.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - I'm not sure I regret too much from the past year. Maybe the odd drunken moment, but nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - beating myself up for things I couldn't change and things that weren't exactly my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had stayed over in Songtan after the Saturday night hash, so I went for all-you-can-eat Korean meat.  Then we wandered over to Bulldog, found some hashers, and went to an all-you-can-eat Brazilian place for dinner.  Had a hilariously inappropriate conversation about things like butt licking and then went back to the Bulldog, on to Pulse, over to Weses' and then some other place.  Spent my whole evening getting drinks from everyone else - yay, piggybacking!  Crashed with Cracka again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 - I slept over at April's on Christmas Eve, popped back home on Christmas morning and then went back to April's for a fantastic Xmas brunch with her, Jeff, Samantha and Moniqa.  Then I went over to Laura's for a turkey dinner around 3ish and finally, I went down to Songtan for a hash turkey dinner, a beer pong tournament (and no, I did not play), and stayed over in a hotel.  Drove back to Seoul on Boxing Day for a Southside hash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - After dinner at Brian's on the eve, I ended up in HBC. When the bar closed, the random people still left, two people I knew, and I tried to go norae bang. When everywhere turned out to be closed, I invited everyone back to my place for a random party at about 6 a.m. Christmas dinner at Laura's was fabulous and we played pictionary, hilarious. I walked home with Christie and Lorraine, singing "White Christmas" as it flurried. Then I napped before calling home at 2 a.m. and chatting with the family. After, because of the nap, I stayed up to watch some episodes of The Big Bang Theory. On Boxing Day, the hashers had the "Santa's Sloppy Seconds" dinner and sat around singing to things WHAM DJed for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Eggs Benedict with Liz and Martha, Geckos with Brian, Cleo, Martha, Melissa, Rebekah, then Seoul Pub, then a taxi with a TV on the ride home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Brian, Samarra and I went to see the Golden Compass, wandered around iPark, went to dinner at Geckos and then had drinks with people at Queen. Oh, and I got to talk to my adorable nieces :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - A turkey buffet at Geckos with friends and coworkers and later on some phone calls home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - No.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Hahahahaha. No!&lt;br /&gt;2006 - i thought i did, I'm as subject to rebound relationships as anyone, i guess. didn't last long, which was for the best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None, I don't think.  Huh.  That's sort of surprising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - I had another one-night stand (or so I thought) that resulted in a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - More than zero.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - A few. They can be one hell of a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - I don't kiss and tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Mountain State, The Big Bang Theory, The Big C, Homeland, Game of Thrones, The Good Wife, Grey's/Private Practice, Mad Men, Terra Nova, The Walking Dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010-Grey's, Private Practice, The Good Wife, Criminal Minds, The West Wing&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Battlestar Galactica, 30 Rock, Big Bang Theory, NCIS (Don't ask. It's an obssession.), Six Feet Under&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Big Love, My So-Called Life, Grey's and Private Practice, Ugly Betty, Brothers and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Grey's Anatomy, I think, though I am now equally into Private Practice. I've been watching the first season of Lost recently and been impressed since about halfway through. Flight of the Conchords is hysterical. Oh, and I finally got around to watching Buffy - it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - America's Next Top Model in Korea, before that Alias/The L Word/Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - No.  But I'm hugely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - This year homophobia has upset me more than usual - but I hate the game, not the players. No point in hating the haters.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - No. I don't hate anyone at all right now, though there are certainly those I don't care for.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - perhaps my boss, though hate is far too strong a word. i can't bring myself to hate my ex, though sometimes I think that might actually be kinda a step forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz&lt;br /&gt;House of Leaves, Mark Z. Danielewski&lt;br /&gt;Intuition, Allegra Goodman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - The Glass Castle, Jeannette Walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Kathy Reichs and Lynsays Sands books, obsessively&lt;br /&gt;1984 &amp; Lord of the Flies (at work)&lt;br /&gt;Bridge to Teribithia&lt;br /&gt;The Great Influenza&lt;br /&gt;Subject to Debate, Katha Pollit&lt;br /&gt;Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich&lt;br /&gt;Payback, Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;The Pollysyllabic Spree, Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;Plainsong, Kent Haruf&lt;br /&gt;Fox Girl, Nora Okia Keller&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi, Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;The Great Fortune, Olivia Manning&lt;br /&gt;Pyongyang &amp; Persepolis&lt;br /&gt;The Omnivore's Dilemna, Michael Pollan&lt;br /&gt;The Truth About Stories, Thomas King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - S: A Novel About the Balkans, by Slavenka Drakulic&lt;br /&gt;The Little Friend, Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;This is Paradise! My North Korean Childhood by Hyok Kang&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of My Father, Barrak Obama&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi, Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;Maus, Art Spiegleman&lt;br /&gt;Kafka on the Shore, Murakami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - "The Boy Who Loved Anne Frank" by Ellen Feldman. It was maybe the best power read - one of those I-can't-put-it-down novels.&lt;br /&gt;"Eva" by Peter Dickinson was the best children's book and it was a reread from the Poly library.&lt;br /&gt;"Oscar and Lucinda" by Peter Carey for the best I-should-have-known-but-didn't ending.&lt;br /&gt;“The Friar and the Cipher” by Lawrence &amp; Nancy Goldstone for best historical non-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;“Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal” by Christopher Moore was the funniest.&lt;br /&gt;“The Brooklyn Follies” by Paul Auster for introducing me to my newest fav author.&lt;br /&gt;"Lucky" by Alice Sebold for the best sad book.&lt;br /&gt;"A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of A Boy Soldier" by Ishmael Beah for the most gut-wrenching emotional response.&lt;br /&gt;"Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert for personal resonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - picking just one is so evil. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Everything is Illuminated, The History of Love and those are just the ones that come to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMFAO, for the incredible pants off, dance offs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Florence and the Machine.  Mumford and Sons.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Since I spent most of my year with no functional computer or internet, I've listened mostly to the same 200 songs that were on my iPod before Chester died. I've been downloading like crazy since, though, so I hope to discover new stuff that I love sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - The Genius button on iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Not sure. I love "Smile" by Lily Allen, and the new Alicia Keys album is pretty damn cool. Tons of stuff, really.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Jack Johnson. I had heard of him before, but never got around to listening until this year when I discovered downloading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get? What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To attend German Nash Hash and run a half marathon.  The not get is something that is too personal to write about on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - A new job - got it.  A completed 10K - done.  The last thing is still playing itself out.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - I wanted a vacation to a new place and I certainly got that. I also wanted willpower (gym, financial, etc) and that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - I'm not sure, but they are both wrapped up in the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - I didn't get a job I wanted, though I suspect that worked out for the best, particularly from a financial point of view. I wanted a new wardrobe and I got that.&lt;br /&gt;2006- What did you want and get? a computer, a job in Korea, out of a relationship, a trip to Thailand (I even got two!) What did you want and not get? an easy breakup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha - I can never remember stuff like this.  I can recall watching Contagion and Captain America with The Pen. They were both fine.  And I managed to successfully find a movie The Pen hadn't seen and enjoyed, Scott Pilgrim vs. The World.  I watched Grandma's Birthday at Golden Flow's birthday party and Beer Fest on Boxing Day at Sailormoon's.  I've also seen a lot of documentaries - most of them interesting.  Am watching Flammen &amp; Citronen right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Shawn of the Dead&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Amazing Grace, Hallam Foe, Milk, Frost/Nixon, Transformers (1&amp;2)&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Juno, Children of Men, Kung Fu Panda were the best, but nothing really moved me.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - The Golden Compass, I think. I don't actually see many films, in the cinema or out of it.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Everything is Illuminated, Tsotsi, The Constant Gardener, Hotel Rwanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having all the people I loved in one damn place!  Especially more runs with Coop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - No Shar thing.  No Tim thing.  And a beach vacation at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - No debt.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - A longer trip home.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - A year long trip around Asia, with the magic ability to pop back in on the family for a couple of days at will.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - if Alan had stayed in Scotland. if i had left him earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 - spent it with Cooper and had dinner with April.  Very low key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - I spent my 32nd birthday at a galbi restaurant and then at the Phillies Quiz with a great group of people - Nami, Gus and Gabby, Shar, Samantha, Tim, Ben.  Ben got into an argument with Gus about those fish in the Amazon that swim up your penis.  &lt;br /&gt;2009 - 31. On the day of, nothing special. But I went out for dinner and dancing with friends the weekend before.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - 30! I drank shots out of a porcelain penis. Then I skipped out on the big Saturday night extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - 29 in Hong Kong, went drinking and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - I was 28. I went to TinPans and drank too much tequila, I went to Stompers and don't even remember being there, I met a cute boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilts - both my hashing Sports Kilt and my OBH3 one, that makes me look like an American cheerleader.  A filled up Happi coat.  Lots of things that will be thrown out before the move.  One awesome dress, that I really need to find occasion to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 -A lot of pants that ended up being too big, a lot of hash shirts and hoodies, lots of new fancy running clothes.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Before vacation, I usually maintained a big divide between work clothes and home clothes. Since I've returned, I've been a jeans girl at work as well as at play. I have some cool panya purses and a skirt from my trip.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Many t-shirts, but I will have to wear something Martha hasn't stolen!&lt;br /&gt;2006 - a concept implies I was thinking about this in some sort of orderly way. The same 7 or so outfits to work (with flip flops in summer and black shoes in winter), the same 7 or so low cut tops to bars, and my fave comfy socks whenever I'm home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running.  Cooper.  Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2010 - Samantha and April.  Chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Martha and other friends. Pure stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Who says I managed to stay sane? My coworkers, perhaps, when I was back in my old job. My friends. Lots of navel gazing.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - a combination of good friends and too much booze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor on the first season of The Big C is the only person who really comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Katee Sackhoff (Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace, Battlestar Galactica), Sasha Alexander (Agent Caitlin Todd in NCIS)&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Hillary Clinton. Jennifer Beals.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - i don't really fancy celebrities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Jong Il's death hit the closest to home.  It was interesting following the Occupy protests from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - The Democratic primaries in the States and gay marriage. You know, back when I was saying that Obama wasn't very lefty and I prefered Clinton, everyone told me that he was progressive. But I'd read his books and I knew he wasn't as progressive as people thought and now it turns out that indeed, he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Prop. 8, the Democratic Leadership Race, proroguement&lt;br /&gt;2006 - i have been too busy navel gazing to really pay too much attention. Perhaps the possible nuclear weapons test by North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who did you miss? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha, April, Cooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Once again, everybody not here in Seoul, but especially the nieces. Oddly, lately also my dog.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - everybody, but especially Sarah, Emily and Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Most people. I live overseas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - All the hashers!&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Martha&lt;br /&gt;2006 - All the new people I've met have mostly been amazing, though in totally different ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2011?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you finish all the training, it's really possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Just keep following the trail marks and you'll make it to the goal.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Be stubborn. Love.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - When travelling, follow the noise.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - No one will judge me as much as I will judge myself. Trust your gut. People you don't expect to will do little things that will make you believe in goodness again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run This Town, Jay-Z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel it comin' in the air&lt;br /&gt;hear the screams from everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I'm addicted to the thrill&lt;br /&gt;It's a dangerous love affair&lt;br /&gt;Can't be scared when it goes down&lt;br /&gt;Got a problem, tell me now&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Is who's gonna run this town tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Is who's gonna run this town tonight...&lt;br /&gt;We gonna run this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a game but it's not fair&lt;br /&gt;I break the rules so I don't care&lt;br /&gt;So I keep doin' my own thing&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' tall against the rain&lt;br /&gt;Victory's within the mile&lt;br /&gt;Almost there, don't give up now&lt;br /&gt;Only thing that's on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Is who's gonna run this town tonight&lt;br /&gt;Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy&lt;br /&gt;Hey-heyyy-hey-hey-heyy&lt;br /&gt;Heeeey-hey-hey-hey-hey-heyyy&lt;br /&gt;(Is who's gonna run this town tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Hey-hey-hey-heyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Slung Lo, Erin MCKeown&lt;br /&gt;I was slung-lo and&lt;br /&gt;So gung-ho&lt;br /&gt;For anything to get me to start&lt;br /&gt;I had my rock&lt;br /&gt;I had my roll&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't find my spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - 9 to 5, Lady Sovereign&lt;br /&gt;Ok yo....&lt;br /&gt;I wake up late every morning&lt;br /&gt;managers calling I'm still yawning&lt;br /&gt;Get up wake up hair and makeups&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you don't be sawing&lt;br /&gt;This performance is important&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can put my all in&lt;br /&gt;Hold on I was drunk last night&lt;br /&gt;Now its all kicking in and I don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;Gave my number to a breh who wasn't my type&lt;br /&gt;Now my phones on silent I'm being polite&lt;br /&gt;Now private callers get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh my days are getting longer&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back cuz I'm working da 9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;To keep my contract did I say 9 was getting of 1:30&lt;br /&gt;I'm no early birdy I'm lazy dats all dat I can say&lt;br /&gt;So make sure you heard me&lt;br /&gt;And deres no turning back cuz I'm working a 9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - The Mercy Of The Fallen&lt;br /&gt;Dar Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my fair North Star &lt;br /&gt;I have held to you dearly &lt;br /&gt;I had asked you to steer me &lt;br /&gt;'Til one cloud-scattered night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in my travels &lt;br /&gt;I met Leo the lion &lt;br /&gt;Met a king and met a giant &lt;br /&gt;With their errant light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the wind and the rain&lt;br /&gt;And the mercy of the fallen &lt;br /&gt;Who say they have no claim to know what's right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the weak and the strong &lt;br /&gt;And the bets that have no answer &lt;br /&gt;And that's where I may rest my head tonight" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-1431806123184644699?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1431806123184644699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=1431806123184644699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1431806123184644699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1431806123184644699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2012/01/goodbye-2011.html' title='Goodbye 2011'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7u_NeD6_vGE/TwBwccrkC2I/AAAAAAAADAo/79N4CMs8ZqM/s72-c/296940_10150481159034966_740284965_11323099_230234021_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-7649687130683005469</id><published>2012-01-01T16:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:57:00.574+09:00</updated><title type='text'>XVIII Oh Who Is That Young Sinner by A.E. Housman</title><content type='html'>His poem, "Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists?", written after the trial of Oscar Wilde, addressed more general social injustice towards homosexuality. In the poem the prisoner is suffering "for the colour of his hair", a naturally given attribute which, in a clearly coded reference to homosexuality, is reviled as "nameless and abominable" (recalling the legal phrase peccatum horribile, inter christianos non nominandum, "the horrible sin, not to be named amongst Christians"). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XVIII &lt;br /&gt;Oh who is that young sinner with the handcuffs on his wrists? &lt;br /&gt;And what has he been after that they groan and shake their fists? &lt;br /&gt;And wherefore is he wearing such a conscience-stricken air? &lt;br /&gt;Oh they're taking him to prison for the colour of his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis a shame to human nature, such a head of hair as his; &lt;br /&gt;In the good old time 'twas hanging for the colour that it is; &lt;br /&gt;Though hanging isn't bad enough and flaying would be fair &lt;br /&gt;For the nameless and abominable colour of his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh a deal of pains he's taken and a pretty price he's paid &lt;br /&gt;To hide his poll or dye it of a mentionable shade; &lt;br /&gt;But they've pulled the beggar's hat off for the world to see and stare, &lt;br /&gt;And they're haling him to justice for the colour of his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 'tis oakum for his fingers and the treadmill for his feet &lt;br /&gt;And the quarry-gang on Portland in the cold and in the heat, &lt;br /&gt;And between his spells of labour in the time he has to spare &lt;br /&gt;He can curse the God that made him for the colour of his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from “Additional Poems”)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-7649687130683005469?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7649687130683005469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=7649687130683005469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7649687130683005469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7649687130683005469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2012/01/xviii-oh-who-is-that-young-sinner-by-ae.html' title='XVIII Oh Who Is That Young Sinner by A.E. Housman'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-4683746798421764000</id><published>2011-12-30T13:26:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:58:36.128+09:00</updated><title type='text'>501 Must-Read Books</title><content type='html'>List taken from Emma Beare's 501 Must-Read Books. Because I have too much time on my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: Children's Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 2: Classic Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 3: History&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 4: Memoirs&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 5: Modern Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 6: Science Fiction&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 7: Thrillers&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 8: Travel Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Little Women, Louisa May Alcott &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Complete Hans Christian Andersen Fairy Tales, Hans Christian Andersen &lt;br /&gt;Peter Pan, J.M. Barrie &lt;br /&gt;The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, L. Frank Baum &lt;br /&gt;The Last Unicorn, Peter S. Beagle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Secret Garden, Frances Hodgson Burnett &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll &lt;br /&gt;Pinocchio, Carlo Collodi (Lorenzini) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl &lt;br /&gt;Sophie's World, Jostein Gaarder &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, Alan Garner &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Wind in the Willows, Kenneth Grahame &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children's and Household Tales, Jacob &amp; Wilhelm Grimm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, Mark Haddon &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emil and the Detectives, Erich Kastner &lt;br /&gt;Just So Stories, Rudyard Kipling &lt;br /&gt;The Complete Nonsense Books, Edward Lear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;A Wrinkle in Time, Madeleine L'Engle &lt;br /&gt;The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, C.S. Lewis &lt;br /&gt;Pippi Longstocking, Astrid Lindgren &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Dolittle, Hugh Lofting &lt;br /&gt;At the Back of the North Wind, George MacDonald &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's Boy, Hector Malot &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Winnie-the-Pooh, A.A. Milne &lt;br /&gt;Anne of Green Gables, L.M. Montgomery &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Children and It, E. Nesbit &lt;br /&gt;Tom's Midnight Garden, Philippa Pearce &lt;br /&gt;The War of the Buttons, Louis Pergaud &lt;br /&gt;Fairy Tales, Charles Perrault &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Tale of Peter Rabbit, Beatrix Potter &lt;br /&gt;The Colour of Magic, Terry Pratchett &lt;br /&gt;Northern Lights (The Golden Compass), Philip Pullman &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swallows and Amazons, Arthur Ransome &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Jacob Two-Two Meets the Hooded Fang, Mordecai Richler &lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, J.K. Rowling &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The King of the Golden River, John Ruskin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Human Comedy, William Saroyan &lt;br /&gt;The Misfortunes of Sophie, Comtesse de Ségur &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Where the Wild Things Are, Maurice Sendak &lt;br /&gt;And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street, Dr. Seuss &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black Beauty, Anna Sewell &lt;br /&gt;The Golem, Isaac Bashevis Singer &lt;br /&gt;Heidi, Johanna Spyri &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Treasure Island, Robert Louis Stevenson &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fellowship of the Ring, J.R.R. Tolkien (&lt;strike&gt;the first one&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Mary Poppins, P.L. Travers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Charlotte's Web, E.B. White &lt;br /&gt;The Sword in the Stone, T.H. White &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm, Kate Douglas Wiggin &lt;br /&gt;The Happy Prince and Other Tales, Oscar Wilde &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classic Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Epic of Gilgamesh, Anonymous &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thousand and One Nights, Anonymous &lt;br /&gt;Sense and Sensibility, Jane Austen &lt;br /&gt;Old Goriot, Honoré de Balzac &lt;br /&gt;Vathek, William Beckford &lt;br /&gt;Lady Audley's Secret, Mary Elizabeth Braddon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Jane Eyre, Charlotte Brontë &lt;br /&gt;Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Pilgrim's Progress, John Bunyan &lt;br /&gt;The Canterbury Tales, Geoffrey Chaucer &lt;br /&gt;The Collected Stories, Anton Chekhov &lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Was Thursday, G.K. Chesterton &lt;br /&gt;Fanny Hill, or Memoirs of a Coxcomb, John Cleland &lt;br /&gt;The Moonstone, Wilkie Collins &lt;br /&gt;The Hound of the Baskervilles, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robinson Crusoe, Daniel Defoe &lt;br /&gt;The Christmas Books, Charles Dickens (&lt;strike&gt;A Christmas Carol&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Our Mutual Friend, Charles Dickens &lt;br /&gt;Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky &lt;br /&gt;Middlemarch, George Eliot &lt;br /&gt;Tom Jones, Henry Fielding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madame Bovary, Gustave Flaubert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Howard's End, E.M. Forster &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;North and South, Elizabeth Gaskell &lt;br /&gt;The Sorrows of Young Werther, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe &lt;br /&gt;The Vicar of Wakefield, Oliver Goldsmith &lt;br /&gt;The Power and the Glory, Graham Greene &lt;br /&gt;King Solomon's Mines, H. Rider Haggard &lt;br /&gt;Jude the Obscure, Thomas Hardy &lt;br /&gt;The Scarlet Letter, Nathaniel Hawthorne &lt;br /&gt;Moby Dick, Herman Melville &lt;br /&gt;The Portrait of a Lady, Henry James &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Iliad, Homer&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Les Misérables, Victor Hugo &lt;br /&gt;Three Men in a Boat, Jerome K. Jerome &lt;br /&gt;Kim, Rudyard Kipling &lt;br /&gt;Bliss and Other Stories, Katherine Mansfield &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Utopia, Sir Thomas More &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque, Edgar Allan Poe &lt;br /&gt;In Search of Lost Time, Marcel Proust &lt;br /&gt;A Sicilian Romance, Anne Radcliffe &lt;br /&gt;Clarissa, or the History of a Young Lady, Samuel Richardson &lt;br /&gt;Waverley, Sir Walter Scott &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Frankenstein, or The Modern Prometheus, Mary Shelley &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red and the Black, Stendahl &lt;br /&gt;The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, Robert Louis Stevenson &lt;br /&gt;Dracula, Bram Stoker &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gulliver's Travels, Jonathan Swift &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanity Fair, William Makepeace Thackeray &lt;br /&gt;War and Peace, Leo Tolstoy (started - twice!)&lt;br /&gt;Barchester Towers, Anthony Trollope &lt;br /&gt;The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Mark Twain &lt;br /&gt;Candide, or Optimism, Voltaire &lt;br /&gt;The Castle of Otranto, Horace Walpole &lt;br /&gt;The House of Mirth, Edith Wharton &lt;br /&gt;The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde &lt;br /&gt;To the Lighthouse, Virginia Woolf &lt;br /&gt;La Bête humaine, Émile Zola &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;London: The Biography, Peter Ackroyd &lt;br /&gt;Che Guevara: A Revolutionary Life, John Lee Anderson &lt;br /&gt;The Hour of Our Death, Philippe Ariès &lt;br /&gt;The Fall of Berlin, 1945, Anthony Beevor &lt;br /&gt;The Mediterranean and the Mediterranean World in the Age of Philip II, Fernand Braudel &lt;br /&gt;The Pleasures of the Imagination: English Culture in the Eighteenth Century, John Brewer &lt;br /&gt;Frozen Desire: An Enquiry Into the Meaning of Money, James Buchan &lt;br /&gt;Hitler and Stalin: Parallel Lives, Alan Bullock &lt;br /&gt;The Civilization of the Renaissance in Italy, Jacob Burckhardt &lt;br /&gt;Daily Life in Ancient Rome, Jerome Carcopino &lt;br /&gt;The Accursed Kings, Maurice Druon &lt;br /&gt;The Age of Cathedrals, Georges Duby &lt;br /&gt;The Stripping of the Altars, Eamon Duffy &lt;br /&gt;The Rites of Spring: The Great War and the Birth of the Modern Age, Modris Eksteins &lt;br /&gt;The Wretched of the Earth, Frantz Fanon &lt;br /&gt;Colossus: The Rise and Fall of the American Empire, Niall Ferguson &lt;br /&gt;Millennium, Felipe Fernández-Armesto &lt;br /&gt;Pagans and Christians, Robin Lane Fox &lt;br /&gt;The End of History and the Last Man, Francis Fukuyama &lt;br /&gt;The Naked Heart, Peter Gay &lt;br /&gt;The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire, Edward Gibbon &lt;br /&gt;The Holocaust: The Jewish Tragedy, Martin Gilbert &lt;br /&gt;The Cheese and the Worms, Carlo Ginzburg &lt;br /&gt;God's First Love, Friedrich Heer &lt;br /&gt;The Histories, Herodotus &lt;br /&gt;Hiroshima, John Hersey &lt;br /&gt;The Fatal Shore: The Epic of Australia's Founding, Robert Hughes &lt;br /&gt;Pandaemonium, Humphrey Jennings &lt;br /&gt;A History of Warfare, John Keegan &lt;br /&gt;A Short Account of the Destruction of the Indies, Bartolomé de Las Casas &lt;br /&gt;Seven Pillars of Wisdom, T.E. Lawrence &lt;br /&gt;Islam in History, Bernard Lewis &lt;br /&gt;Chinese Shadows, Simon Leys &lt;br /&gt;The Crusades Through Arab Eyes, Amin Maalouf &lt;br /&gt;The Defeat of the Spanish Armada, Garrett Mattingly &lt;br /&gt;The Story of English, Robert McCrum &lt;br /&gt;The Ornament of the World: How Muslims, Jews, and Christians Created a Culture of Tolerance in Medieval Spain, Maria Rosa Menocal &lt;br /&gt;The Women's History of the World, Rosalind Miles &lt;br /&gt;Pax Britannica: The Climax of an Empire, Jan &amp; James Morris &lt;br /&gt;Medieval Cities: Their Origins and the Revival of Trade, Henri Pirenne &lt;br /&gt;Parallel Lives, Plutarch &lt;br /&gt;Flesh in the Age of Reason: The Modern Foundations of Body and Soul, Roy Porter &lt;br /&gt;Citizens: A Chronicle of the French Revolution, Simon Schama &lt;br /&gt;Leviathan and the Air-Pump, Steven Shapin &amp; Simon Schaffer &lt;br /&gt;The Decline of the West, Oswald Spengler &lt;br /&gt;The Trial of Socrates, Isador Stone &lt;br /&gt;The Annals of Imperial Rome, Tacitus &lt;br /&gt;The Origins of the Second World War, A.J.P. Taylor &lt;br /&gt;A Distant Mirror: The Calamitous 14th Century, Barbara W. Tuchman &lt;br /&gt;A People's History of the United States, 1492 to Present, Howard Zinn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula, Isabel Allende &lt;br /&gt;Journal Intime, Henri Frédéric Amiel &lt;br /&gt;Brief Lives, John Aubrey &lt;br /&gt;Confessions, St. Augustine of Hippo &lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter, Simone de Beauvoir &lt;br /&gt;My Left Foot, Christy Brown &lt;br /&gt;The Autobiography of Benvenuto Cellini, Benvenuto Cellini &lt;br /&gt;The Unquiet Grave: A Word Cycle by Palinurus, Cyril Connolly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Boy: Tales of Childhood, Roald Dahl &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Family and Other Animals, Gerald Durrell &lt;br /&gt;An Angel at My Table, Janet Frame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Diary of a Young Girl, Anne Frank &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journals of Andre Gide, 1889-1949, Andre Gide &lt;br /&gt;Poetry and Truth: From My Own Life, Johann Wolfgang von Goethe &lt;br /&gt;Father and Son: A Study of Two Temperaments, Edmund Gosse &lt;br /&gt;Ways of Escape, Graham Greene &lt;br /&gt;Black Like Me, John Howard Griffin &lt;br /&gt;84, Charing Cross Road, Helene Hanff &lt;br /&gt;Pentimento, Lillian Hellman &lt;br /&gt;Childhood, Youth and Exile, Alexander Herzen &lt;br /&gt;The Diary of Alice James, Alice James &lt;br /&gt;Memories, Dreams, Reflections, Carl Gustav Jung &lt;br /&gt;The Diaries of Franz Kafka, Franz Kafka &lt;br /&gt;The Story of My Life, Helen Keller &lt;br /&gt;The Book of Margery Kempe, Margery Kempe &lt;br /&gt;I Will Bear Witness, 1933-1941: A Diary of the Nazi Years, Victor Klemperer &lt;br /&gt;In the Castle of My Skin, George Lamming &lt;br /&gt;A Grief Observed, C.S. Lewis &lt;br /&gt;The Towers of Trebizond, Rose Macaulay &lt;br /&gt;Journal, Katherine Mansfield &lt;br /&gt;The Seven Storey Mountain, Thomas Merton &lt;br /&gt;The Pursuit of Love, Nancy Mitford &lt;br /&gt;Borrowed Time: An AIDS Memoir, Paul Monette &lt;br /&gt;My Place, Sally Morgan &lt;br /&gt;Speak, Memory: An Autobiography Revisited, Vladimir Nabokov &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books, Azar Nafisi &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memoirs, Pablo Neruda &lt;br /&gt;Portrait of a Marriage: Vita Sackville-West and Harold Nicolson, Nigel Nicolson &lt;br /&gt;Running in the Family, Michael Ondaatje &lt;br /&gt;Down and Out in Paris and London, George Orwell &lt;br /&gt;Autobiography of a Yogi, Paramahansa Yogananda &lt;br /&gt;The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Samuel Pepys &lt;br /&gt;Letters, Pliny the Younger &lt;br /&gt;Confessions, Jean-Jacques Rousseau &lt;br /&gt;The Words, Jean-Paul Sartre &lt;br /&gt;Journal of a Solitude, May Sarton &lt;br /&gt;Walden, or Life in the Woods, Henry David Thoreau &lt;br /&gt;De Profundis, Oscar Wilde &lt;br /&gt;Oranges are Not the Only Fruit, Jeannette Winterson &lt;br /&gt;Autobiographies, W.B. Yeats &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things Fall Apart, Chinua Achebe &lt;br /&gt;Dona Flor and Her Two Husbands, Jorge Amado &lt;br /&gt;Le Grand Meaulnes, Alain-Fournier &lt;br /&gt;Take a Girl Like You, Kingsley Amis &lt;br /&gt;Winesburg, Ohio, Sherwood Anderson &lt;br /&gt;Surfacing, Margaret Atwood &lt;br /&gt;The New York Trilogy, Paul Auster &lt;br /&gt;Tales of Odessa, Isaak Babel &lt;br /&gt;Giovanni's Room, James Baldwin &lt;br /&gt;The Sweet Hereafter, Russell Banks &lt;br /&gt;The Regeneration Trilogy, Pat Barker &lt;br /&gt;Herzog, Saul Bellow &lt;br /&gt;Ficciones, Jorge Luis Borges &lt;br /&gt;Nadja, André Breton &lt;br /&gt;The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov &lt;br /&gt;Naked Lunch, William Burroughs &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Possession, A.S. Byatt&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If on a Winter's Night a Traveller, Italo Calvino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Stranger, Albert Camus &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto-da-Fé, Elias Canetti &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Oscar and Lucinda, Peter Carey &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kingdom of This World, Alejo Carpentier &lt;br /&gt;The Bloody Chamber, Angela Carter &lt;br /&gt;What We Talk about When We Talk about Love, Raymond Carver &lt;br /&gt;The Horse's Mouth, Joyce Cary &lt;br /&gt;Journey to the End of Night, Louis-Ferdinand Céline &lt;br /&gt;Soldiers of Salamis, Javier Cercas &lt;br /&gt;The Stories of John Cheever, John Cheever &lt;br /&gt;Disgrace, J.M. Coetzee &lt;br /&gt;Chéri, Colette &lt;br /&gt;Victory, Joseph Conrad &lt;br /&gt;A House and Its Head, Ivy Compton-Burnett &lt;br /&gt;Fifth Business, Robertson Davies &lt;br /&gt;Captain Corelli's Mandolin, Louis de Bernières &lt;br /&gt;Underworld, Don DeLillo &lt;br /&gt;Seven Gothic Tales, Isak Dinesen (Karen Blixen) &lt;br /&gt;Berlin Alexanderplatz, Alfred Döblin &lt;br /&gt;Once Were Warriors, Alan Duff &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lover, Marguerite Duras &lt;br /&gt;The Alexandria Quartet, Lawrence Durrell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Neverending Story, Michael Ende &lt;br /&gt;The Sound and the Fury, William Faulkner &lt;br /&gt;The Wars, Timothy Findley &lt;br /&gt;The Good Soldier, Ford Maddox Ford &lt;br /&gt;Independence Day, Richard Ford &lt;br /&gt;A Passage to India, E.M. Forster &lt;br /&gt;The Corrections, Jonathan Franzen &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Birdsong, Sebastian Faulks &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Flower, Penelope Fitzgerald &lt;br /&gt;From the Fifteen District, Mavis Gallant &lt;br /&gt;One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel García Márquez &lt;br /&gt;Our Lady of the Flowers, Jean Genet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Lord of the Flies, William Golding &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July's People, Nadine Gordimer &lt;br /&gt;FerdyDurke, Witold Gombrowicz &lt;br /&gt;The Tin Drum, Günter Grass &lt;br /&gt;Hunger, Knut Hamsun &lt;br /&gt;The Blind Owl, Sadegh Hedayat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Old Man and the Sea, Ernest Hemingway &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Glass Bead Game, Hermann Hesse &lt;br /&gt;Lost Horizon, James Hilton &lt;br /&gt;A High Wind in Jamaica, Richard Hughes &lt;br /&gt;The World According to Garp, John Irving &lt;br /&gt;The Berlin Stories, Christopher Isherwood &lt;br /&gt;The Remains of the Day, Kazuo Ishiguro &lt;br /&gt;Ulysses, James Joyce &lt;br /&gt;The File on H, Ismail Kadare &lt;br /&gt;The Trial, Franz Kafka &lt;br /&gt;It, Stephen King &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Unbearable Lightness of Being, Milan Kundera &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Leopard, Giuseppe di Lampedusa &lt;br /&gt;The Diviners, Margaret Laurence &lt;br /&gt;Women in Love, D.H. Lawrence &lt;br /&gt;The Golden Notebook, Doris Lessing &lt;br /&gt;The Periodic Table, Primo Levi &lt;br /&gt;Changing Places, David Lodge &lt;br /&gt;Memórias Póstumas de Brás Cubas, Machado de Assis &lt;br /&gt;The Cairo Trilogy: Palace Walk; Palace of Desire; Sugar Street, Naguib Mahfouz &lt;br /&gt;The Executioner's Song, Norman Mailer &lt;br /&gt;God's Grace, Bernard Malamud &lt;br /&gt;An Imaginary Life, David Malouf &lt;br /&gt;The Magic Mountain, Thomas Mann &lt;br /&gt;Embers, Sándor Márai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Life of Pi, Yann Martel &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cakes and Ale, W. Somerset Maugham &lt;br /&gt;The Group, Mary McCarthy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Carson McCullers &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enduring Love, Ian McEwan &lt;br /&gt;The Sea of Fertility, Yukio Mishima &lt;br /&gt;A Fine Balance, Rohinton Mistry &lt;br /&gt;Cold Heaven, Brian Moore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Beloved, Toni Morrison &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Progress of Love, Alice Munro &lt;br /&gt;The Sea, the Sea, Iris Murdoch &lt;br /&gt;Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov &lt;br /&gt;A House for Mr. Biswas, V.S. Naipaul &lt;br /&gt;The Third Policeman, Flann O'Brian &lt;br /&gt;A Good Man is Hard to Find, Flannery O'Connor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The English Patient, Michael Ondaatje &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the Jackals Howl, Amos Oz &lt;br /&gt;The Messiah of Stockholm, Cynthia Ozick &lt;br /&gt;Gormenghast, Mervyn Peake &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Weston's Good Wine, T.F. Powys &lt;br /&gt;The Nephew, James Purdy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Interview with the Vampire, Anne Rice &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barney's Version, Mordecai Richler &lt;br /&gt;Hadrian the Seventh, Frederick Rolfe &lt;br /&gt;The Radetzky March, Joseph Roth &lt;br /&gt;The Human Stain, Philip Roth &lt;br /&gt;The Satanic Verses, Salman Rushdie &lt;br /&gt;Pedro Páramo, Juan Rulfo &lt;br /&gt;Bonjour Tristesse, Françoise Sagan &lt;br /&gt;The Complete Short Stories, Saki &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying On, Paul Scott &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Austerlitz, W.G. Sebald &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Exit to Brooklyn, Hubert Selby, Jr. &lt;br /&gt;Unless, Carol Shields &lt;br /&gt;The Magician of Lublin, Isaac Bashevis Singer &lt;br /&gt;The Engineer of Human Souls, Josef Škvorecký &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, Muriel Spark &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Loved Children, Christina Stead &lt;br /&gt;The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck &lt;br /&gt;Sophie's Choice, William Styron &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Perfume, Patrick Süskind &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Confession of Zeno, Italo Svevo &lt;br /&gt;Pereira Declares, Antonio Tabucchi &lt;br /&gt;The White Hotel, D.M. Thomas &lt;br /&gt;The Master, Colm Tóibín &lt;br /&gt;Felicia's Journey, William Trevor &lt;br /&gt;The Palm-Wine Drinkard, Amos Tutuola &lt;br /&gt;The Accidental Tourist, Anne Tyler &lt;br /&gt;Couples, John Updike &lt;br /&gt;The Time of the Hero, Mario Vargas Llosa &lt;br /&gt;In Praise of Older Women: The Amorous Recollections of A. V., Stephen Vizinczey &lt;br /&gt;Brideshead Revisited, Evelyn Waugh &lt;br /&gt;Voss, Patrick White &lt;br /&gt;Memoirs of Hadrian, Marguerite Yourcenar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science Fiction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Douglas Adams &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hothouse, Brian Aldiss &lt;br /&gt;Brain Wave, Poul Anderson &lt;br /&gt;I, Robot, Isaac Asimov &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Handmaid's Tale, Margaret Atwood &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crystal World, J.G. Ballard &lt;br /&gt;The Demolished Man, Alfred Bester &lt;br /&gt;Who Goes There, John W. Campbell &lt;br /&gt;The Invention of Morel, Adolfo Bioy Casares &lt;br /&gt;Planet of the Apes, Pierre Boulle &lt;br /&gt;The Martian Chronicles, Ray Bradbury &lt;br /&gt;The Sheep Look Up, John Brunner &lt;br /&gt;A Clockwork Orange, Anthony Burgess &lt;br /&gt;Erewhon, Samuel Butler &lt;br /&gt;Cosmicomics, Italo Calvino &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2001: A Space Odyssey, Arthur C. Clarke &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Strange Manuscript Found in a Copper Cylinder, James De Mille &lt;br /&gt;The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, Philip K. Dick &lt;br /&gt;To Your Scattered Bodies Go, Philip José Farmer &lt;br /&gt;Neuromancer, William Gibson &lt;br /&gt;Stranger in a Strange Land, Robert A. Heilein &lt;br /&gt;Dune, Frank Herbert &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Brave New World, Aldous Huxley &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Planets, Kurd Lasswitz &lt;br /&gt;The Left Hand of Darkness, Ursula K. Le Guin &lt;br /&gt;Solaris, Stanislaw Lem &lt;br /&gt;Shikasta, Doris Lessing &lt;br /&gt;The Stepford Wives, Ira Levin &lt;br /&gt;Out of the Silent Planet, C.S. Lewis &lt;br /&gt;I Am Legend, Richard Matheson &lt;br /&gt;Dwellers in the Mirage, Abraham Merritt &lt;br /&gt;A Canticle for Leibowitz, Walter Miller, Jr. &lt;br /&gt;Ringworld, Larry Niven &lt;br /&gt;Time Traders, Andre Norton &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Nineteen Eighty-Four, George Orwell &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket, Edgar Allan Poe &lt;br /&gt;The Inverted World, Christopher Priest &lt;br /&gt;City, Clifford D. Simak &lt;br /&gt;Donovan's Brain, Curt Siodmak &lt;br /&gt;Lest Darkness Fall, L. Sprague de Camp &lt;br /&gt;Last and First Men, Olaf Stapledon &lt;br /&gt;More than Human, Theodore Sturgeon &lt;br /&gt;Slan, A.E. van Vogt &lt;br /&gt;Journey to the Centre of the Earth, Jules Verne &lt;br /&gt;Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children's Crusade, Kurt Vonnegut &lt;br /&gt;The Island of Dr. Moreau, H.G. Wells &lt;br /&gt;Islandia, Austin Tappan Wright &lt;br /&gt;The Day of the Triffids, John Wyndham &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thrillers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Work for the Undertaker, Margery Allingham &lt;br /&gt;Devil Take the Blue-Tail Fly, John Franklin Bardin &lt;br /&gt;Trent's Last Case, E.C. Bentley &lt;br /&gt;Trial and Error, Anthony Berkeley &lt;br /&gt;The Poisoned Chocolates Case, Anthony Berkeley &lt;br /&gt;The Beast Must Die, Nicholas Blake &lt;br /&gt;Psycho, Robert Bloch &lt;br /&gt;Double Indemnity, James M. Cain &lt;br /&gt;Thus Was Adonis Murdered, Sarah Caudwell &lt;br /&gt;Farewell, My Lovely, Raymond Chandler &lt;br /&gt;No Orchids for Miss Blandish, James Hadley Chase &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Murder of Roger Ackroyd, Agatha Christie &lt;br /&gt;The Woman in White, Wilkie Collins &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unnatural Exposure, Patricia Cornwell &lt;br /&gt;The Moving Toyshop, Edmund Crispin &lt;br /&gt;In the Last Analysis, Amanda Cross &lt;br /&gt;Rose at Ten, Marco Denevi &lt;br /&gt;Vendetta, Michael Dibdin &lt;br /&gt;The Glass-Sided Ants' Nest, Peter Dickinson &lt;br /&gt;He Who Whispers, John Dickson Carr &lt;br /&gt;The Big Clock, Kenneth Fearing &lt;br /&gt;Blood Sport, Dick Francis &lt;br /&gt;Quiet as a Nun, Lady Antonia Fraser &lt;br /&gt;The Sunday Woman, Carlo Fruttero &lt;br /&gt;Death in the Wrong Room, Anthony Gilbert (Lucy Beatrice Malleson) &lt;br /&gt;Red Harvest, Dashiell Hammett &lt;br /&gt;Suicide Excepted, Cyril Hare &lt;br /&gt;Bones and Silence, Reginald Hill &lt;br /&gt;A Rage in Harlem, Chester Himes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Smilla's Sense of Snow, Peter Høeg &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malice Aforethought, Francis Iles &lt;br /&gt;Hamlet, Revenge!, Michael Innes &lt;br /&gt;The Murder Room, P.D. James &lt;br /&gt;The Sleeping-Car Murders, Sébastien Japrisot &lt;br /&gt;Death of My Aunt, C.H.B. Kitchin &lt;br /&gt;The Spy Who Came in From the Cold, John le Carré &lt;br /&gt;The Mystery of the Yellow Room, Gaston Leroux &lt;br /&gt;The Last Detective, Peter Lovesey &lt;br /&gt;Final Curtain, Ngaio Marsh &lt;br /&gt;An Oxford Tragedy, J.C. Masterman &lt;br /&gt;The Steam Pig, James McClure &lt;br /&gt;The Seven Per Cent Solution, Nicholas Meyer &lt;br /&gt;How Like an Angel, Margaret Millar &lt;br /&gt;The Red House Mystery, A.A. Milne &lt;br /&gt;A Red Death, Walter Mosley &lt;br /&gt;Deadlock, Sara Paretsky &lt;br /&gt;Dover One, Joyce Porter &lt;br /&gt;The Chinese Orange Mystery, Ellery Queen &lt;br /&gt;The Man in the Net, Patrick Quentin &lt;br /&gt;A Judgement in Stone, Ruth Rendell &lt;br /&gt;Gaudy Night, Dorothy L. Sayers &lt;br /&gt;The Engagement, Georges Simenon &lt;br /&gt;The Laughing Policeman, Maj Sjöwall &amp; Per Wahlöö &lt;br /&gt;The Red Box, Rex Stout &lt;br /&gt;The Man Who Killed Himself, Julian Symons &lt;br /&gt;A Pin to See the Peepshow, F. Tennyson Jesse &lt;br /&gt;The Daughter of Time, Josephine Tey &lt;br /&gt;Above the Dark Circus, Sir Hugh Walpole &lt;br /&gt;Born Victim, Hillary Waugh &lt;br /&gt;The Bride Wore Black, Cornell Woolrich &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Travel Writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Travels of Ibn Battutah, Ibn Battutah &lt;br /&gt;The Scorpion-Fish, Nicholas Bouvier &lt;br /&gt;The Road to Oxiana, Robert Byron &lt;br /&gt;In Patagonia, Bruce Chatwin &lt;br /&gt;The Voyage of the Beagle, Charles Darwin &lt;br /&gt;My Journey to Lhasa: The Classic Story of the Only Western Woman Who Succeeded in Entering the Forbidden City, Alexandra David-Neel &lt;br /&gt;On the Narrow Road to the Deep North: A Journey into Lost Japan, Lesley Downer &lt;br /&gt;The Traveller's Tree: A Journey Through the Caribbean Islands, Patrick Leigh Fermor &lt;br /&gt;Seven Years in Tibet, Heinrich Harrer &lt;br /&gt;Kon Tiki: Across the Pacific by Raft, Thor Heyerdahl &lt;br /&gt;The Purple Land, W.H. Hudson &lt;br /&gt;The Last Place on Earth: Scott and Amundsen's Race to the South Pole, Roland Huntford &lt;br /&gt;Video Night in Kathmandu: And Other Reports from the Not-So-Far East, Pico Iyer &lt;br /&gt;A Journey to the Western Islands of Scotland and the Journal of a Tour to the Hebrides, Samuel Johnson &amp; James Boswell &lt;br /&gt;Eothen: Traces of Travel Brought Home from the East, A.W. Kinglake &lt;br /&gt;The Seasick Whale, Emphraim Kishon &lt;br /&gt;A Rose for Winter, Laurie Lee &lt;br /&gt;Golden Earth: Travels in Burma, Norman Lewis &lt;br /&gt;The Cruise of the Snark, Jack London &lt;br /&gt;Arctic Dreams, Barry Lopez &lt;br /&gt;Danube: A Sentimental Journey from the Source to the Black Sea, Claudio Magris &lt;br /&gt;The Snow Leopard, Peter Matthiessen &lt;br /&gt;Destinations: Essays from Rolling Stone, Jan Morris &lt;br /&gt;Never Cry Wolf, Farley Mowat &lt;br /&gt;Among the Believers: An Islamic Journey, V.S. Naipaul &lt;br /&gt;A Short Walk in the Hindu Kush, Eric Newby &lt;br /&gt;Roads to Santiago: A Modern-Day Pilgrimage Through Spain, Cees Nooteboom &lt;br /&gt;La Salle and the Discovery of the Great West, Francis Parkman &lt;br /&gt;Into the Heart of Borneo, Raymond O'Hanlon &lt;br /&gt;The Travels, Marco Polo &lt;br /&gt;Dead Man's Chest: Travels after Robert Louis Stevenson, Nicholas Rankin &lt;br /&gt;Sailing Alone Around the World, Joshua Slocum &lt;br /&gt;Journal of the Discovery of the Source of the Nile, J.H. Speke &lt;br /&gt;Travels with Charley: In Search of America, John Steinbeck &lt;br /&gt;Travels with a Donkey in the Cevennes, Robert Louis Stevenson &lt;br /&gt;The Valley of the Assassins and Other Persian Travels, Freya Stark &lt;br /&gt;The Great Railway Bazaar, Paul Theroux &lt;br /&gt;Tschiffely's Ride: Southern Cross to Pole Star, A.F. 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href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/06/lace-up.html' title='Lace Up!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p9MaIA3zPgE/TbD3yBEkIxI/AAAAAAAAC-A/00ILc5Mu9sk/s72-c/national%2Brunning%2Bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3096963027898542957</id><published>2011-05-29T20:06:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T20:06:54.488+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Cohen</title><content type='html'>Anthem &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birds they sang &lt;br /&gt;at the break of day &lt;br /&gt;Start again, &lt;br /&gt;I heard them say; &lt;br /&gt;Don't swell on what &lt;br /&gt;has passed away &lt;br /&gt;or what is yet to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wars they will &lt;br /&gt;be fought again &lt;br /&gt;The holy dove &lt;br /&gt;be caught again &lt;br /&gt;bought and sold &lt;br /&gt;and bought again; &lt;br /&gt;the dove is never free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring the bells that still can ring. &lt;br /&gt;Forget your perfect offering. &lt;br /&gt;There is a crack in everything. &lt;br /&gt;That's how the light gets in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We asked for signs &lt;br /&gt;the signs were sent: &lt;br /&gt;the birth betrayed, &lt;br /&gt;the marriage spent; &lt;br /&gt;the widowhood &lt;br /&gt;of every government - &lt;br /&gt;signs for all to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't run no more &lt;br /&gt;with that lawless crowd &lt;br /&gt;while the killers in high places &lt;br /&gt;say their prayers out loud. &lt;br /&gt;But they've summoned up &lt;br /&gt;a thundercloud &lt;br /&gt;They're going to hear from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring the bells that still can ring. &lt;br /&gt;Forget your perfect offering. &lt;br /&gt;There is a crack in everything. &lt;br /&gt;That's how the light gets in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can add up the parts &lt;br /&gt;but you won't have the sum &lt;br /&gt;You can strike up the march, &lt;br /&gt;there is no drum. &lt;br /&gt;Every heart &lt;br /&gt;to love will come &lt;br /&gt;but like a refugee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring the bells that still can ring. &lt;br /&gt;Forget your perfect offering. &lt;br /&gt;There is a crack in everything. &lt;br /&gt;That's how the light gets in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from Stranger Music by Leonard Cohen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3096963027898542957?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-4407697925045289953</id><published>2011-05-23T11:22:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:22:00.193+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"homage to my hips"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these hips are big hips&lt;br /&gt;they need space to&lt;br /&gt;move around in.&lt;br /&gt;they don't fit into little&lt;br /&gt;petty places. these hips&lt;br /&gt;are free hips.&lt;br /&gt;they don't like to be held back.&lt;br /&gt;these hips have never been enslaved,&lt;br /&gt;they go where they want to go&lt;br /&gt;they do what they want to do.&lt;br /&gt;these hips are mighty hips.&lt;br /&gt;these hips are magic hips.&lt;br /&gt;i have known them&lt;br /&gt;to put a spell on a man and&lt;br /&gt;spin him like a top!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Lucille Clifton)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-4407697925045289953?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4407697925045289953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=4407697925045289953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4407697925045289953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4407697925045289953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/homage-to-my-hips-these-hips-are-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2836484896875936821</id><published>2011-05-16T20:06:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T20:06:41.211+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Door</title><content type='html'>The door swings open, &lt;br /&gt;you look in. &lt;br /&gt;It's dark in there, &lt;br /&gt;most likely spiders: &lt;br /&gt;nothing you want. &lt;br /&gt;You feel scared. &lt;br /&gt;The door swings closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full moon shines, &lt;br /&gt;it's full of delicious juice; &lt;br /&gt;you buy a purse, &lt;br /&gt;the dance is nice. &lt;br /&gt;The door opens &lt;br /&gt;and swings closed so quickly &lt;br /&gt;you don't notice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun comes out, &lt;br /&gt;you have swift breakfasts &lt;br /&gt;with your husband, who is still thin; &lt;br /&gt;you wash the dishes, &lt;br /&gt;you love your children, &lt;br /&gt;you read a book, &lt;br /&gt;you go to the movies. &lt;br /&gt;It rains moderately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door swings open, &lt;br /&gt;you look in: &lt;br /&gt;why does this keep happening now? &lt;br /&gt;Is there a secret? &lt;br /&gt;The door swings closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow falls, &lt;br /&gt;you clear the walk while breathing heavily; &lt;br /&gt;it's not as easy as once. &lt;br /&gt;Your children telephone sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;The roof needs fixing. &lt;br /&gt;You keep yourself busy. &lt;br /&gt;The spring arrives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door swings open: &lt;br /&gt;it's dark in there, &lt;br /&gt;with many steps going down. &lt;br /&gt;But what is that shining? &lt;br /&gt;Is it water? &lt;br /&gt;The door swings closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog has died. &lt;br /&gt;This happened before. &lt;br /&gt;You got another; &lt;br /&gt;not this time though. &lt;br /&gt;Where is your husband? &lt;br /&gt;You gave up the garden. &lt;br /&gt;It became too much. &lt;br /&gt;At night there are blankets; &lt;br /&gt;nontheless you are wakeful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door swings open: &lt;br /&gt;O god of hinges, &lt;br /&gt;god of long voyages, &lt;br /&gt;you have kept faith. &lt;br /&gt;It's dark in there. &lt;br /&gt;You confide yourself to the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;You step in. &lt;br /&gt;The door swings closed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from "The Door" by Margaret Atwood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2836484896875936821?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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They are sort of annoying to write with, so I've been regifting these things all over the place.  It's a good thing I'm thinking this is my last year in Korea because I don't think there's anyone left to send one of these things to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also get a lot of socks and candy/chocolate, but those are considerably more useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-815786030765818007?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/815786030765818007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=815786030765818007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/815786030765818007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/815786030765818007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/carnation-pens.html' title='Carnation Pens'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-8625050385335605419</id><published>2011-05-09T14:18:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:29:26.000+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>One Day by David Nicholls</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"He had mentioned it in passing, but only as a distraction and alibi.  It seemed that as he ambled through his late teens his possibilities had slowly begun to narrow.  Certain cool-sounding jobs - heart surgeon, architect - were permanently closed to him now and journalism seemed about to go the same way." Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But at the best of times she feels like a character in a Muriel Spark novel - independent, bookish, sharp-minded, secretly romantic." Emma&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part of this book I liked best was that tiny bits of it were set in Edinburgh and I could totally picture Rankeillor Street (I lived just down the road from there) and Arthur's Seat is somewhere I went hiking up both drunk and hungover (and even sober) and I shopped at the grocery store on Nicolson Street that is mentioned for two straight years.  I also liked the British slang - good job you, wahey, etc.  But, it's not really enough that a book reminds you that your ex used to say wahey a lot or that it amuses you that Em and Dex sounds a lot like Ant and Dec (annoying TV presenters much like Dexter was in the novel).  I didn't like Dexter at all as a character, so it was hard to care much about what happened to him.  I did like Emma and occasionally identified with her life quite a bit.  All in all, it was okay but would have been a much better read on a beach when I wasn't looking for much in the way of depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"These days grief seems like walking on a frozen river; most of the time he feels safe enough, but there is always that danger that he will plunge through."  Derek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Live every day as if ti's your last', that was the conventional advice, but really, who had the energy for that?  What if it rained or you felt a bit glandy?  It just wasn't practical.  Better by far to simply try and be good and courageous and bold and to make a difference.  Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you.  Go out there with your passion and your electric typewriter and work hard at... something.  Change lives through art maybe.  Cherish your friends, stay true to your principles, live passionately and fully and well. Experience new things.  Love and be loved, if you ever get the chance."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Emma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-8625050385335605419?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8625050385335605419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=8625050385335605419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8625050385335605419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8625050385335605419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-day-by-david-nicholls.html' title='One Day by David Nicholls'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3859195481588923722</id><published>2011-05-09T13:50:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T14:17:40.477+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Bright-Sided by Barbara Ehenreich</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"What would it mean in practice to eliminate all he 'negative people' from one's life?  It might be a good move to separate from a chronically carping spouse, but it's not so easy to abandon the whiny toddler, the colicky infant, or the sullen teenager.  And at the workplace, while it's probably advisable to detect and terminate those who show sings of become mass killer,s there are other annoying people who might actually have something useful to say:  the financial officer who keeps worrying about the bank's subprime mortgage exposure or the auto executive who questions the company's overinvestment in SUVs and trucks.  Purge everyone who "brings you down," and you risk being very lonely or, what is worse, cut off from reality.  The challenge of family life, or group life of any kind, is to keep gauging the moods of others, accommodating to their insights, and offering comfort when needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the world of positive thinking other people are not there to be nurtured or to provide unwelcome reality checks. They are there only to nourish, praise, and affirm.  Harsh as this dictum sounds, many ordinary people adopt it as their creed, displaying wall plaques or bumper stickers showing the word "Whining" with a cancel sign through hit.  There seems to be a massive empathy deficit, which people respond to by withdrawing their won.  No one has the time or patience for anyone else's problems."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the first chapter on positive thinking and cancer, but after that I was less impressed. The parts about business were really just a recap of Bait and Switch and the bits about religion and psychology felt a bit repetitive. Still, the main idea, that the emphasis on positive thinking in today's culture has a negative effect overall was a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Still, surely it is better to obsess about one's chances of success than about the likelihood of hell and damnation, to search one's inner self for strengths rather than sins.  The question is why one should be so inwardly preoccupied at all.  Why not reach out to others in love and solidarity or peer into the natural world for some glimmer of understanding?  Why retreat into anxious introspection when, as Emerson might have said, there is a vast world outside to explore?  Why spend so much  time working on oneself when there is so much real work to be done?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time at RBS was an introduction into forced positive thinking.  All that bullshit about people with negative attitudes but high production being "terrorists" in the workplace always pissed me off.  Don't show me some stupid show about people happily singing as they work in the Seattle Fish Market and then think that I'm going to put on a happy smile whether I feel it or not.  The rah-rah company events that are run like some sort of religious revival meeting merely pissed me off.  I may work for you, but I am not you.  And that should be okay as an employee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"In the hands of employers, positive thinking has been transformed into something its nineteenth-century proponents probably never imagined - not an exhortation to get up and get going but a means of social control in the workplace, a goad to perform at ever-higher levels...  With 'motivation' as the whip, positive thinking became the hallmark of the compliant employee, and as the conditions of corporate employment worsened in the age of downsizing that bgan in the 1980s, the hand on the whip grew heavier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the project of science: to pool the rigorous observations of many people into a tentative accounting of the world, which will of course always be subject to revisions arising from fresh observations... There seems to be an evolutionary paradox at work here: human survival in the face of multiple threats depended on our ability to live in groups, but the imperative of maintaining group cohesion can sometimes override realism and common sense, making us hesitate to challenge the consensus or be the bearer of bad news.  So, after checking with others, it remains the responsibility of each individual to sift through the received wisdom, insofar as possible, and decide what's worth holding on to.  This can require the courage of a Galileo, the iconoclasm of a Darwin or Freud, the diligence of a homicide detective."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vigilant realism does not foreclose the pursuit of happiness; in fact, it makes it possible.  How can we expect to improve our situation without addressing the actual circumstances we find ourselves in?  Positive thinking seeks to convince us that such external factors are incidental compared with one's internal state or attitude or mood...IT's true that subjective factors like determination are critical to survival and that individuals sometimes triumph over nightmarish levels of adversity.  But mind does not automatically prevail over matter, and to ignore the role of difficult circumstances - or worse, attribute the to our own thoughts - is to slide toward the depraved smugness Rhonda Byrne expressed when confronted with the tsunami of 2004.  Citing the law of attraction, she stated that disasters like tsunamis can happen only to people who are 'on the same frequency as the event.'"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3859195481588923722?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3859195481588923722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3859195481588923722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3859195481588923722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3859195481588923722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/bright-sided-by-barbara-ehenreich.html' title='Bright-Sided by Barbara Ehenreich'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-785385921584030906</id><published>2011-05-09T13:42:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:45:58.337+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Canyons by Gary Paulsen</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Brendan Cole lived in El Paso, Texas, and each afternoon after school he ran.  He did not run from anything and did not run to anything, did not run for track nor did he run to stay in shape and lose weight.  He ran to be with himself."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked the bits about running.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-785385921584030906?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/785385921584030906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=785385921584030906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/785385921584030906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/785385921584030906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/canyons-by-gary-paulsen.html' title='Canyons by Gary Paulsen'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-5223890622883574717</id><published>2011-05-01T22:07:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:07:38.661+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Read Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xVFqiiRrpdw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-5223890622883574717?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5223890622883574717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=5223890622883574717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/5223890622883574717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/5223890622883574717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/05/read-forever.html' title='Read Forever'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xVFqiiRrpdw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-238292366442513958</id><published>2011-04-26T18:07:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T18:09:07.401+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast From the Past - And Inaccurate</title><content type='html'>Amanda's Friendster Profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female, 33, In a Relationship, Great Britain (UK)More&lt;br /&gt;My Friends (11) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Member Since:Oct 2003&lt;br /&gt;Hometown:Bolton, Ontario&lt;br /&gt;Other education:Queen's University, Classical Studies, 2001&lt;br /&gt;What I enjoy doing:hiking, travelling, film and book addiction&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Books:the No1 Ladies Detective Agency, Ian Rankin novels, Oryx and Crake, Manufacturing Consent&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movies:baraka, whale rider, the first two godfathers, anything with audrey hepburn, documentaries, buffallo soldiers, the diner&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Music:radiohead, ani difranco, mull historical society, idelwild, the flaming lips, rem, u2, sleater kinney&lt;br /&gt;Favorite TV Shows:haven't watched tv since i lived in scotland and probably won't own a tv in the next year&lt;br /&gt;About Me: well, i'm sort of randomly wandering around at the moment, just back in Edinburgh, Scotland and from living in Vancouver and Korea. I have finally broken the horrible trend of working in banks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-238292366442513958?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/238292366442513958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=238292366442513958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/238292366442513958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/238292366442513958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/04/blast-from-past-and-inaccurate.html' title='Blast From the Past - And Inaccurate'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-882782729301533296</id><published>2011-04-18T19:48:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T19:48:53.127+09:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warmer Spring Evening, Please!</title><content type='html'>Coop and I got quite wet running tonight.  It's chilly out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5lgenJEoto/TawW9HJsKgI/AAAAAAAAC94/4_xxYCHkMZs/s1600/amandarun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 83px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5lgenJEoto/TawW9HJsKgI/AAAAAAAAC94/4_xxYCHkMZs/s400/amandarun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596873676062206466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-882782729301533296?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/882782729301533296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=882782729301533296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/882782729301533296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/882782729301533296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/04/warmer-spring-evening-please.html' title='A Warmer Spring Evening, Please!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H5lgenJEoto/TawW9HJsKgI/AAAAAAAAC94/4_xxYCHkMZs/s72-c/amandarun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2619923404666544046</id><published>2011-04-05T23:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T23:20:06.427+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Homesick Now</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21915430" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/21915430"&gt;dancedanceTO&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/dancedanceto"&gt;dancedanceTO&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2619923404666544046?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2619923404666544046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=2619923404666544046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2619923404666544046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2619923404666544046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/04/homesick-now.html' title='Homesick Now'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2987445634940038737</id><published>2011-04-04T22:25:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T22:25:46.072+09:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Me Without You by Melissa Fay Greene</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I thought people died of Ethiopia.  I thought it was a disease, rather than a place.  Since then, I'm ashamed to say, my knowledge hasn't grown too far beyond being able to find it on a map.  This book has changed that.  It taught me about Ethiopian history, as well as a great deal about the history of HIV/AIDS and ARVs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Is No Me Without You will break your heart into pieces.  The end of the book, with a small number of orphans beginning ARV treatments and the lives of others in America with their adoptive parents described, will begin to put it back together, but nothing but hearing that since its publication the world had finally responded to the AIDS crisis in Africa would fix it entirely and we all know that not to be the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quote in the book, about Haregewoin's visit to NYC reminded me why I travel: "Buildings full of the glowing windows marched one after another all the way to the horizon.  Each building was like a lantern, radiating firelight through numberless openings.  She understood: America has electricity in abundance.  The only thing Ethiopia has in such abundance is dirt."  I travel to understand the world, to escape the all too human tendency to assume that my experience is universal.  To learn.  To appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Is No Me Without You opens with a scene that brought me right back to Kpalime, Togo, when Ortencia and I sat with her foster family, eating chocolate in the dark during a rainstorm: "On a dim, clattering afternoon in the rainy season, I sat in a crowded living room in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia, stupefied by water.  The rain drumming the tin roofs of the hillside district was deafening, as if neighbors on rooftops banged with kettles and sticks.  The mud yard boiled and popped in the downpour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only we all reacted to the sorrows of our own lives by reaching out to others.  The world would be a far better place.  "It hurt most of all to see how blessed were all other mothers.  They kept their daughters in life, while to her eternal shame she had failed hers at the only thing that mattered."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2987445634940038737?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2987445634940038737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=2987445634940038737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2987445634940038737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2987445634940038737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/04/there-is-no-me-without-you-by-melissa.html' title='There Is No Me Without You by Melissa Fay Greene'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-1836137633301570141</id><published>2011-03-29T22:36:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T22:36:18.117+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher McDougall: Are we born to run? | Video on TED.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/christopher_mcdougall_are_we_born_to_run.html"&gt;Christopher McDougall: Are we born to run? | Video on TED.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-1836137633301570141?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ted.com/talks/christopher_mcdougall_are_we_born_to_run.html' title='Christopher McDougall: Are we born to run? | Video on TED.com'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1836137633301570141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=1836137633301570141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1836137633301570141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1836137633301570141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/christopher-mcdougall-are-we-born-to.html' title='Christopher McDougall: Are we born to run? | Video on TED.com'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3280678612236868003</id><published>2011-03-22T22:21:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T22:21:50.200+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What?</title><content type='html'>I translated a friend's Korean FB status update and this is what I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goes round and in 80 foreigner grandfather and the feminine image English does a little marriage! of a Korean woman whom When gets married, the grandfather gives, cash billion 1,500,000,000 performance of a surgical operation gives…The thing receive, with the old man the grudge which will get married. Soup. There will be women? I Roh right ~ only result only will be anxious still!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3280678612236868003?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3280678612236868003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3280678612236868003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3280678612236868003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3280678612236868003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/say-what.html' title='Say What?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-7137245914291346380</id><published>2011-03-18T15:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T15:11:11.292+09:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fissured Vase</title><content type='html'>Le vase brisé&lt;br /&gt;Sully Prudhomme &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This vase wherein the vervain dies &lt;br /&gt;A fan's light touch left a crack fine. &lt;br /&gt;Soft blow it was to all the eyes, &lt;br /&gt;And made no noise one would divine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet slight as is the little bruise, &lt;br /&gt;It gnaws at its crystal each day. &lt;br /&gt;Unseen but sure in its slow cruise &lt;br /&gt;Around the vase it makes its way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fresh water leaves in dribs and aught, &lt;br /&gt;The flowers' soul will expire soon. &lt;br /&gt;Though none has yet to suspect naught, &lt;br /&gt;Touch not the vase for it's in ruin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus often when the hand you love &lt;br /&gt;Strokes light the heart yet breaks it so, &lt;br /&gt;The heart shatters on its blest love, &lt;br /&gt;The flower dies of its love's woe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks whole to the world outside, &lt;br /&gt;Yet feels the growth, and softly cries, &lt;br /&gt;Of its wound deep and fine inside. &lt;br /&gt;It is injured, touch not the vase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-7137245914291346380?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-4877433327725605201</id><published>2011-03-15T12:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T12:46:03.502+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"The saying, age makes us childish, is not true;&lt;br /&gt;it only find us really children still."&lt;br /&gt;- Goethe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-4877433327725605201?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4877433327725605201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=4877433327725605201' title='0 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reminds me strongly of the cottage my family goes to, in particular because it is a place I went to as a child and as a teenager, but is somewhere I've only briefly returned to as an adult.  Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lake &lt;br /&gt;by Alphonse de Lamartine (1790-1869) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus forever pushed to a newer shore, &lt;br /&gt;In the darkness eternal carried ne'er to return, &lt;br /&gt;Will we ever in the ocean of the ages &lt;br /&gt;Cast anchor for one day more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lake! The year has scarcely ended &lt;br /&gt;Than near the cherished waves she was to revisit, &lt;br /&gt;Behold, on this stone I came alone to linger &lt;br /&gt;Where you have seen her sit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you roared beneath these deep rocks, &lt;br /&gt;Smashed your waters against their torn sides, &lt;br /&gt;So the wind threw the foams of your billows &lt;br /&gt;Onto her feet beloved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, remember? As we cruised along silently, &lt;br /&gt;One heard from afar on the waves under these skies, &lt;br /&gt;Only the noises of rowers who struck in rhythm &lt;br /&gt;Your harmonious waters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly of the tones unknown to the earth &lt;br /&gt;Of the charmed shore struck your echoes; &lt;br /&gt;The waves grew attentive, and the voice to me dear &lt;br /&gt;Thus spoke these very words: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh time, suspend your flight! and you, blessed hours, &lt;br /&gt;Delay your course! &lt;br /&gt;Let us savor the fleeting delights &lt;br /&gt;Of the happiest days of ours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enough unhappy souls in this world implore you: &lt;br /&gt;Flow on, and for them flow on; &lt;br /&gt;Remove the days with the cares which consume them &lt;br /&gt;And spare the happy ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But in vain I ask for a few moments more, &lt;br /&gt;Time evades me, and takes flight. &lt;br /&gt;I say to this night, "Tarry." But the dawn &lt;br /&gt;Will dissipate the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So let us love, let us love; and the transient hour &lt;br /&gt;Let's enjoy in a hurry; &lt;br /&gt;Man has no harbor, time no shores; &lt;br /&gt;It flows, we fade merely!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous time, can it be that these drunken moments &lt;br /&gt;When love fills us with bliss to overflow &lt;br /&gt;Fly from us at the same speed &lt;br /&gt;As do our days of woe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, could we at least freeze their traces? &lt;br /&gt;Why, gone forevermore? Why, lost forevermore? &lt;br /&gt;This time that gave them, this time that kills them, &lt;br /&gt;To yield them nevermore? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eternity, void, past, gloomy abyss, &lt;br /&gt;What have you done with the days you buried? &lt;br /&gt;Speak; will you surrender the sublime ecstasies &lt;br /&gt;From us you had ravished? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lake, mute stones, grottoes, forests obscure! &lt;br /&gt;You that time spares and rejuvenates, &lt;br /&gt;Will you keep of this night, fair nature, &lt;br /&gt;At least its memory pure? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it abide in your repose or your storms, &lt;br /&gt;Beautiful lake, in the face of your smiling hills, &lt;br /&gt;And in these dark firs, and these wild rocks &lt;br /&gt;Which hang o'er your waters still! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it be in the zephyr that shudders in passing, &lt;br /&gt;In the sounds of your shores and by them repeated, &lt;br /&gt;In the silver-faced star that whitens your expanse &lt;br /&gt;With its softened brightness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind that groans and the reeds that sigh &lt;br /&gt;The gentle perfume of your balmy air, &lt;br /&gt;Let all that is heard or seen or breathed &lt;br /&gt;All say: "In love they were."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-286703977421032679?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/286703977421032679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=286703977421032679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/286703977421032679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/286703977421032679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/le-lac.html' title='Le Lac'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3420039728590215465</id><published>2011-03-08T15:07:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T15:23:34.440+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancake Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I_I5Bi7kAVE/TXxiF2fmnXI/AAAAAAAAC9w/qCSgWGSUarM/s1600/Pancake%2BDay%2521%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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The first time it was because I had a funeral right after work (followed up by a party at my place which involved me in a black dress cooking with flour - not wise) and the second time because I was over at April's, it was late, it was snowing, and I couldn't be bothered walking home, but I had no work clothing with me, so she lent me a skirt and I put on my running tights underneath.  I was the picture of elegance, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, both times my co-teachers, the principal and all of my students were absolutely and emphatically pleased with my attire.  I got more compliments on each of those two days than on the rest of the days combined.  They tell me I look far more beautiful in a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, since it seemed nice, I wore a skirt for the opening ceremony last Wednesday.  After all, I had to go on stage and bow to the combined elementary school and kindergarten and all of their parents.  There were performances by the elementary school orchestra, traditional drumming group and the belly dancing troupe.  It was a fancy occasion and I dressed accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may well dress up again for graduation, or parents day, or something similar, but I won't be doing it regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly, I love to travel in skirts.  If you've ever been driving along the roads in the mountainous region of Togo in a bush taxi, I'm sure you'll hit on why - it makes peeing so much easier, and I find them cooler too.  Plus, when you're trying to pack light, skirts are simply more versatile - change the kind of shirt you're wearing and you change how dressy you look.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main problem with skirts and dresses hits once the weather cools - I'm not fond of tights.  I have never, ever been able to find a pair that really fit me properly.  Fat or thin is not the issue - my height is.  I'm just that little bit taller than the average size, but not tall enough to wear the tall sizes.  It's a royal pain in the ass.  I love leggings for that reason - I buy them 3/4 length and they fit just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, you know, if running tights are apparently okay under a skirt while teaching, it might be worth taking up dressier attire so that I can hit the streets faster after work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3192468049293123541?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3192468049293123541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3192468049293123541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3192468049293123541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3192468049293123541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-wearing-skirt.html' title='On Wearing a Skirt'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2786670578458254005</id><published>2011-03-06T21:14:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T15:33:29.105+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Gay Stirfry</title><content type='html'>For about the last month, it feels like every gay person I know in Seoul has had one thing on their mind:  eating at Bao, the tiny new stir fry restaurant in Kyungridan.  I too have been trying to go and check it out, but every time I went, it was mysteriously closed.  I was always with straight friends and I was starting to wonder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out, it's closed on Tuesdays.  Good to know.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it tonight - with the Sappho Sisters book club.  I hadn't read the book, but it was nice to meet everyone and the next book is one I'm dying to read (and one I already own) "Nothing to Envy", the latest book on life in North Korea.  We stopped by What the Book afterwards, and then three of us dropped into Tartine's for pie and coffee.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great night and Bao is fabulous - I'll have to get back to sample all the other sauces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2786670578458254005?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2786670578458254005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=2786670578458254005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2786670578458254005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2786670578458254005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/gay-stirfry.html' title='Gay Stirfry'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-8160446135927752920</id><published>2011-03-05T19:59:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T19:59:16.021+09:00</updated><title type='text'>South Korea</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18114813" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18114813"&gt;Do You Know South Korea?&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/daviddutton"&gt;David Dutton&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-8160446135927752920?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8160446135927752920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=8160446135927752920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8160446135927752920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8160446135927752920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/south-korea.html' title='South Korea'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-4271569034221167468</id><published>2011-03-04T16:43:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T16:50:18.181+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Best English Map of Hongdae I've Come Across</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5yhkTF0Y5E/TXCYQwiVMeI/AAAAAAAAC8I/ASD2VfZTctk/s1600/hong.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5yhkTF0Y5E/TXCYQwiVMeI/AAAAAAAAC8I/ASD2VfZTctk/s400/hong.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580127351986270690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-4271569034221167468?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4271569034221167468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=4271569034221167468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4271569034221167468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4271569034221167468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-english-map-of-hongdae-ive-come.html' title='Best English Map of Hongdae I&apos;ve Come Across'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5yhkTF0Y5E/TXCYQwiVMeI/AAAAAAAAC8I/ASD2VfZTctk/s72-c/hong.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-670331923604982011</id><published>2011-03-03T13:52:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:57:46.868+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals.  Alex Has Some.</title><content type='html'>I know a guy named Alex who has &lt;a href="https://spreadsheets.google.com/pub?hl=en&amp;hl=en&amp;key=0AteLjidQUcPidFNER2s0d3hrX1JlZHdkald3RU1QM1E&amp;output=html"&gt;epic reading plans.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm jealous.  But also lazy.  I'd be tempted to start if all my old Classics books weren't on another continent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-670331923604982011?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/670331923604982011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=670331923604982011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/670331923604982011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/670331923604982011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/goals-alex-has-some.html' title='Goals.  Alex Has Some.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-6744214727544328870</id><published>2011-03-02T11:44:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T11:47:03.708+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem by Ayn Rand</title><content type='html'>The Giver was a better book and it was written for children. Best thing about this? It's short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though it makes me dread my recent promise to a friend to read Atlas Shrugged before I watch the movie, I did like the marginalia I found in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_KW1oUstGY/TW2vWv7_MCI/AAAAAAAAC74/Mi3gtHzugLI/s1600/anthem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_KW1oUstGY/TW2vWv7_MCI/AAAAAAAAC74/Mi3gtHzugLI/s400/anthem1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579308318741966882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fw_BL1iYxV4/TW2vWs1wXGI/AAAAAAAAC7w/jaRxGC7ZLJs/s1600/anthem2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fw_BL1iYxV4/TW2vWs1wXGI/AAAAAAAAC7w/jaRxGC7ZLJs/s400/anthem2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579308317910522978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqTdALYztQ8/TW2vWQW5MNI/AAAAAAAAC7o/ufQKQJZUdRo/s1600/anthem%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqTdALYztQ8/TW2vWQW5MNI/AAAAAAAAC7o/ufQKQJZUdRo/s400/anthem%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579308310264885458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-6744214727544328870?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6744214727544328870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=6744214727544328870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6744214727544328870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6744214727544328870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/anthem-by-ayn-rand.html' title='Anthem by Ayn Rand'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_KW1oUstGY/TW2vWv7_MCI/AAAAAAAAC74/Mi3gtHzugLI/s72-c/anthem1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-4746738930324789461</id><published>2011-03-01T12:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T12:00:59.172+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Sonnet</title><content type='html'>[Sonnet] You jerk you didn't call me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Bernadette Mayer (1945 - )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You jerk you didn't call me up&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen you in so long&lt;br /&gt;You probably have a fucking tan&lt;br /&gt;&amp; besides that instead of making love tonight&lt;br /&gt;You're drinking your parents to the airport&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with you bourgeois boys&lt;br /&gt;All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts&lt;br /&gt;Only money can get—even Catullus was rich but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays you guys settle for a couch&lt;br /&gt;By a soporific color cable t.v. set&lt;br /&gt;Instead of any arc of love, no wonder&lt;br /&gt;The G.I. Joe team blows it every other time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up! It's the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;You can either make love or die at the hands of&lt;br /&gt;the Cobra Commander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make love, turn to page 121.&lt;br /&gt;To die, turn to page 172.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-4746738930324789461?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4746738930324789461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=4746738930324789461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4746738930324789461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4746738930324789461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/03/not-sonnet.html' title='Not a Sonnet'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-1675598379246578557</id><published>2011-02-24T20:49:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T20:49:50.292+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Presently, My Life</title><content type='html'>Word of the Day for Thursday, February 24, 2011&lt;br /&gt;hypnagogic \hip-nuh-GOJ-ik; -GOH-jik\, adjective:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of, pertaining to, or occurring in the state of drowsiness preceding sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-1675598379246578557?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1675598379246578557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=1675598379246578557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1675598379246578557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1675598379246578557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/02/presently-my-life.html' title='Presently, My Life'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-1464698616918649850</id><published>2011-02-20T18:35:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:35:35.354+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Unholy Sonnet 1 by Mark Jarman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, Our Heavenly Father, Gracious Lord, &lt;br /&gt;Mother Love and Maker, Light Divine, &lt;br /&gt;Atomic Fingertip, Cosmic Design, &lt;br /&gt;First Letter of the Alphabet, Last Word, &lt;br /&gt;Mutual Satisfaction, Cash Award, &lt;br /&gt;Auditor Who Approves Our Bottom Line, &lt;br /&gt;Examiner Who Says That We Are Fine, &lt;br /&gt;Oasis That All Sands Are Running Toward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say almost anything about you, &lt;br /&gt;O Big Idea, and with each epithet, &lt;br /&gt;Create new reasons to believe or doubt you, &lt;br /&gt;Black Hole, White Hole, Presidential Jet. &lt;br /&gt;But what’s the anything I must leave out? You &lt;br /&gt;Solve nothing but the problems that I set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-1464698616918649850?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1464698616918649850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=1464698616918649850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1464698616918649850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1464698616918649850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/02/unholy-sonnet-1-by-mark-jarman-dear-god.html' 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type='html'>This poem is a collaborative effort from Jack Kerouac, Neal Cassady and Allen Ginsberg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull My Daisy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pull my daisy&lt;br /&gt;tip my cup&lt;br /&gt;all my doors are open&lt;br /&gt;Cut my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;for coconuts&lt;br /&gt;all my eggs are broken&lt;br /&gt;Jack my Arden&lt;br /&gt;gate my shades&lt;br /&gt;woe my road is spoken&lt;br /&gt;Silk my garden&lt;br /&gt;rose my days&lt;br /&gt;now my prayers awaken&lt;br /&gt;Bone my shadow&lt;br /&gt;dove my dream&lt;br /&gt;start my halo bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Milk my mind &amp;&lt;br /&gt;make me cream&lt;br /&gt;drink me when you're ready&lt;br /&gt;Hop my heart on&lt;br /&gt;harp my height&lt;br /&gt;seraphs hold me steady&lt;br /&gt;Hip my angel&lt;br /&gt;hype my light&lt;br /&gt;lay it on the needy&lt;br /&gt;Heal the raindrop&lt;br /&gt;sow the eye&lt;br /&gt;bust my dust again&lt;br /&gt;Woe the worm&lt;br /&gt;work the wise&lt;br /&gt;dig my spade the same&lt;br /&gt;Stop the hoax&lt;br /&gt;whats the hex&lt;br /&gt;where's the wake&lt;br /&gt;how's the hicks&lt;br /&gt;take my golden beam&lt;br /&gt;Rob my locker&lt;br /&gt;lick my rocks&lt;br /&gt;leap my cock in school&lt;br /&gt;Rack my lacks&lt;br /&gt;lark my looks&lt;br /&gt;jump right up my hole&lt;br /&gt;Whore my door&lt;br /&gt;beat my door&lt;br /&gt;eat my snake of fool&lt;br /&gt;Craze my hair&lt;br /&gt;bare my poor&lt;br /&gt;asshole shorn of wool&lt;br /&gt;say my oops&lt;br /&gt;ope my shell&lt;br /&gt;Bite my naked nut&lt;br /&gt;Roll my bones&lt;br /&gt;ring my bell&lt;br /&gt;call my worm to sup&lt;br /&gt;Pope my parts&lt;br /&gt;pop my pot&lt;br /&gt;raise my daisy up&lt;br /&gt;Poke my pap&lt;br /&gt;pit my plum&lt;br /&gt;let my gap be shut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-5744875511475408032?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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Until I Finish W&amp;P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TUeGJ7eNc1I/AAAAAAAAC7E/2bHHViCp5p0/s1600/20020224.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TUeGJ7eNc1I/AAAAAAAAC7E/2bHHViCp5p0/s400/20020224.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568566969408254802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.unshelved.com/2002-2-24"&gt;Unshelved&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3084709672762519980?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3084709672762519980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3084709672762519980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3084709672762519980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3084709672762519980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/02/until-i-finish-w.html' title='... 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/&gt;some kind of underwear&lt;br /&gt;The Pope wears underwear I hope&lt;br /&gt;The Governor of Louisiana &lt;br /&gt;wears underwear&lt;br /&gt;I saw him on TV&lt;br /&gt;He must have had tight underwear&lt;br /&gt;He squirmed a lot&lt;br /&gt;Underwear can really get you in a bind&lt;br /&gt;You have seen the underwear ads&lt;br /&gt;for men and women&lt;br /&gt;so alike but so different&lt;br /&gt;Women’s underwear holds things up&lt;br /&gt;Men’s underwear holds things down &lt;br /&gt;Underwear is one thing &lt;br /&gt;men and women have in common &lt;br /&gt;Underwear is all we have between us&lt;br /&gt;You have seen the three-color pictures&lt;br /&gt;with crotches encircled&lt;br /&gt;to show the areas of extra strength&lt;br /&gt;and three-way stretch&lt;br /&gt;promising full freedom of action&lt;br /&gt;Don’t be deceived&lt;br /&gt;It’s all based on the two-party system&lt;br /&gt;which doesn’t allow much freedom of choice &lt;br /&gt;the way things are set up &lt;br /&gt;America in its Underwear&lt;br /&gt;struggles thru the night&lt;br /&gt;Underwear controls everything in the end &lt;br /&gt;Take foundation garments for instance &lt;br /&gt;They are really fascist forms&lt;br /&gt;of underground government&lt;br /&gt;making people believe&lt;br /&gt;something but the truth&lt;br /&gt;telling you what you can or can’t do &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever try to get around a girdle &lt;br /&gt;Perhaps Non-Violent Action&lt;br /&gt;is the only answer&lt;br /&gt;Did Gandhi wear a girdle?&lt;br /&gt;Did Lady Macbeth wear a girdle?&lt;br /&gt;Was that why Macbeth murdered sleep? &lt;br /&gt;And that spot she was always rubbing—&lt;br /&gt;Was it really in her underwear?&lt;br /&gt;Modern anglosaxon ladies&lt;br /&gt;must have huge guilt complexes&lt;br /&gt;always washing and washing and washing &lt;br /&gt;Out damned spot&lt;br /&gt;Underwear with spots very suspicious &lt;br /&gt;Underwear with bulges very shocking &lt;br /&gt;Underwear on clothesline a great flag of freedom &lt;br /&gt;Someone has escaped his Underwear &lt;br /&gt;May be naked somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Help!&lt;br /&gt;But don’t worry&lt;br /&gt;Everybody’s still hung up in it&lt;br /&gt;There won’t be no real revolution&lt;br /&gt;And poetry still the underwear of the soul &lt;br /&gt;And underwear still covering&lt;br /&gt;a multitude of faults&lt;br /&gt;in the geological sense—&lt;br /&gt;strange sedimentary stones, inscrutable cracks! &lt;br /&gt;If I were you I’d keep aside&lt;br /&gt;an oversize pair of winter underwear &lt;br /&gt;Do not go naked into that good night &lt;br /&gt;And in the meantime&lt;br /&gt;keep calm and warm and dry&lt;br /&gt;No use stirring ourselves up prematurely &lt;br /&gt;‘over Nothing’&lt;br /&gt;Move forward with dignity&lt;br /&gt;hand in vest&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get emotional&lt;br /&gt;And death shall have no dominion &lt;br /&gt;There’s plenty of time my darling&lt;br /&gt;Are we not still young and easy&lt;br /&gt;Don’t shout&lt;div 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title='Important'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-1487017521035340958</id><published>2011-01-26T15:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:43:00.369+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Shingles Hippo --&gt; Gay Unicorn</title><content type='html'>I Have Folded My Sorrows &lt;br /&gt;by Bob Kaufman &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have folded my sorrows into the mantle of summer night, &lt;br /&gt;Assigning each brief storm its alloted space in time, &lt;br /&gt;Quietly pursuing catastrophic histories buried in my eyes. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, the world is not some unplayed Cosmic Game, &lt;br /&gt;And the sun is still ninety-three million miles from me, &lt;br /&gt;And in the imaginary forest, the shingles hippo becomes the gay unicorn. &lt;br /&gt;No, my traffic is not addled keepers of yesterday's disasters, &lt;br /&gt;Seekers of manifest disewbowelment on shafts of yesterday's pains. &lt;br /&gt;Blues come dressed like introspective echoes of a journey. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have searched the rooms of the moon on cold summer nights. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have refought those unfinished encounters. Still, they remain unfinished. &lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have at times wished myself something different. &lt;br /&gt;The tragedies are sung nightly at the funerals of the poet; &lt;br /&gt;The revisited soul is wrapped in the aura of familiarity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-1487017521035340958?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1487017521035340958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=1487017521035340958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1487017521035340958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1487017521035340958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/01/shingles-hippo-gay-unicorn.html' title='Shingles Hippo --&gt; Gay Unicorn'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3306310271973633369</id><published>2011-01-25T14:45:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T14:48:24.533+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Auspicious Books are the Best Kind</title><content type='html'>"...yet, somehow, the books that prove most agreeable, grateful, and companionable, are those we pick up by chance here and there; those which seem put into our hands by Providence; those which pretend to little, but abound in much." -Herman Meville&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3306310271973633369?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3306310271973633369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3306310271973633369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3306310271973633369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3306310271973633369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/01/auspicious-books-are-best-kind.html' title='Auspicious Books are the Best Kind'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3959795138447072498</id><published>2011-01-20T19:44:00.014+09:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T22:01:57.544+09:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished, but whatevs</title><content type='html'>1. What did you do in 2010 that you'd never done before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completed the Couch to 5K program and ran my first ever 10K race.  It was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 -I went to Africa! And started hashing back in February. I also bought purple underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - got divorced for real, barehanded ice fishing, thought I flushed my own keys down the toilet, went paint balling, ate beondegi (yuck!), flew a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Hahahaha. I've already been asked this one. The Hong Kong incident. Got divorced (I think, anyway!) Taught kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - went on holiday with my sister, bought a red bra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your New Year's resolutions, and will you make more for next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kept a few, but not most.  I will make more.  Soon.  Really.  Plus, I'll need to make a new 101 in 1001 list at some point this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2009 -I'm still working on the 101 in 1001 List and I've rejigged a couple of them. I'd like to finish off those goals before I start any more. The biggest fail was the book ban (reinstated, let's hope I prove to have more willpower now.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - the 101 in 1001 List, maybe a couple more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007- No and Yes. It's not the keeping of the resolutions that is necessarily important, I think, but the making of them. The taking stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - I didn't make any last year. I will be making some this year, though. I like thinking about my goals and where I am and where I want to be. I was too depressed to want to think about my life last January.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there are lots of baby pics floating around my FB feed, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - My high school friend Vanessa and Andrea &amp; David. Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;2008 - If they did, it's escaping me, but it's also very late at night.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - My childhood friend, Shannon. My brother's girlfriend. A couple of other people I don't know as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, unfortunately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2009 - No.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - No.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - No.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korea, Toronto, Korea.  Not very exciting at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2000 - Kojedo, Jeonju, Rome, Ghana, Togo, Toronto, Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Boracay, Taiwan, Bamboo/Tea Plantation trip, Canada, Japan, Dokdo, North Korea&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Thailand, Hong Kong, Canada, North Korea, The Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Scotland, Canada, Korea, Thailand. Only Thailand was for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What would you like to have in 2011 that you lacked in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same as last year, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2009 - A zero balance credit card, the ability to run hashes, a plan to leave Korea.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - This one is going to remain secret, but there is something I'd like.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - More of all the good things, less of all the bad, I guess. &lt;br /&gt;2006 - I don't think there was much that I lacked entirely over the course of the whole year. There were lots of things I lacked during different parts of the year though. I guess I just want more of the good things, more often.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What dates from 2010 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 2nd - first day of my new job&lt;br /&gt;September 23 - 38PH3 - for the hashing, and for something else, which we will leave off the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2009 - Fourth Saturday in February - My first hash, the PMS MENstrual Run&lt;br /&gt;August 22 - I started vacation!&lt;br /&gt;October 5 - The day I started back at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - January 3rd - finally divorced!&lt;br /&gt;Friday, August 8th - the Ferraro Rocher countdown ended on my last day of work at Poly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - April 10th - I left Heritage, thank fuck! &lt;br /&gt;May 18th - Surprise arrival back in Canada.&lt;br /&gt;August 10th - Back in Korea once more.&lt;br /&gt;December 14th - All my loose ends were finally tied up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - February 14th, when I finally, really knew that I had to leave Alan. April 10th, when I flew into Seoul.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What was your biggest achievement of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 10K medal, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Going on vacation? I didn't really have any big achievements this year.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Well, I collected the entire set of Hello Kitty magnets. And found my own place in HBC.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Tying up those loose ends, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Getting over the embarrassment of leaving someone only 5 months into marriage and doing it anyway because I needed to do it. Rebuilding my entire life all over again, in Korea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest failure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, my failures seem to have been legion.  I failed as a friend, I suppose.  I trusted the wrong person.  It's been a rough year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Financial.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Also will remain a secret. But it's related to the other one.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Perhaps being so stressed by the Korea/Hong Kong decision.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Not listening to my instincts and the warnings of other people&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you suffer illness or injury?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rib.  The suspected shin splints and other assorted aches that came with learning to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - The mystery illness in Ghana &amp; Togo - but Immodium cured that. Very nasty Yellow Dust cold. My toenail slowly growing back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - possibly I discovered I have a malformed eardrum, hairline fracture in my foot after dancing drunk in my apartment, Broken Toe Part I - The Sink, Broken Toe Part II - Martha's Dancing, recent sickness which is no fun, so we won't bother talking about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Nothing terrible. Did a transatlantic flight with a messed up ankle, did some North Korean hiking with pneumonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Yep. Some of the most notable - my first ever hickie and my now completely fucked up ankle. I'm a klutz, though, so there have been a few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What was the best thing you bought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of books.  Running shoes and winter running clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2009 - Hair cut and straightening. New computer. Monitor which is also a TV. My students would claim it's my Transformers t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - new iPod, G-Whiz, North Korean honey&lt;br /&gt;2007 - It wasn't what Oprah recommended ;) I'm not sure I've bought anything all that fabulous this year.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - my laptop. my plane ticket out of Scotland.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Whose behavior merited celebration? Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and April have become my rocks.  Shar and Tim were a tough combo of fucked up to deal with, though Tim was also one of my mainstays.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2009 - Hashers are often pretty awesome and Ortencia was an awesome host. However, the two hashers running CHILD and their ridiculousness were fairly appalling.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Martha has been a rock star in the last couple of months! The pricks at Phillies being homophobic assholes and everyone who voted for Prop. 8 and like-minded resolutions appall me.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Many people's merited celebration. I find that sometimes the most surprising people will do fantastic things. Based on some info I recently found out, my ex is on the appalled list.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - my friends and family, who have been very supportive of me. appalled: alan's. my own&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip to Canada and running clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2009 - New computer, six week vacation, books.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - You got me! I guess the trip to Canada was the biggie, plus the shopping trip that resulted. The iPod.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Vacations!!! Clothes. Having fun in general. &lt;br /&gt;2006 - into leaving Scotland.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running, hashing, reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2009 - Rome with Jen, Ghana and Togo with Ortencia, home!, and then Vancouver, with the chance to see Andrea &amp; David, Orin, and Martha.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Seeing my nieces. Going to a city in North Korea. Moving to Haebangchon. Teaching teenagers. Leaving Poly.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Hiking in North Korea. Seeing my nieces.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - being single again, meeting new people, teaching again, knowing that I made the decision to live my life the way I want to, full of travel and adventure.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song will always remind you of 2008? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on A Boat by The Lonely Island.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Slung Low, Erin McKeown; I Got a Feeling, Black Eyed Peas (listened to it constantly in Vancouver); and Fuck It (I Don't Want You Back), Eamon and Barbie Girl, Aqua because they played in Togo while I was travelling.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Whatever You Like, T.I. but in particular, that one the kids made about voting however you like. Made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - The Mercy of the Fallen, Dar Williams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;a) happier or sadder? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;009 - Happier.&lt;br /&gt;2008- happier&lt;br /&gt;2007 - happier or perhaps about the same&lt;br /&gt;2006 - happier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b) thinner or fatter? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Maybe a bit fatter.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - same same&lt;br /&gt;2007 - maybe about the same - I'm not sure, to be honest.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - fatter, a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c) richer or poorer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same same, but different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Moderately less poor.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - moderately less poor.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Hmmmm. Again, perhaps about the same.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - maybe about the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travelling, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Saving money. Reading books. Travelling. Hashing. Time with the nieces.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - beach holidays, time at home with the family, coffee with Jenn&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Exercise. Travelling. Decisive getting-stuff-done.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wandering about on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Lazing around. Staying up too late. Social smoking. Negative self-talk.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - overreacting, stress with friends over silly things, dealing with Korean immigration, teaching at Poly.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - I'm not sure I regret too much from the past year. Maybe the odd drunken moment, but nothing in particular.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - beating myself up for things I couldn't change and things that weren't exactly my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How did you spend Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept over at April's on Christmas Eve, popped back home on Christmas morning and then went back to April's for a fantastic Xmas brunch with her, Jeff, Samantha and Moniqa.  Then I went over to Laura's for a turkey dinner around 3ish and finally, I went down to Songtan for a hash turkey dinner, a beer pong tournament (and no, I did not play), and stayed over in a hotel.  Drove back to Seoul on Boxing Day for a Southside hash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - After dinner at Brian's on the eve, I ended up in HBC. When the bar closed, the random people still left, two people I knew, and I tried to go norae bang. When everywhere turned out to be closed, I invited everyone back to my place for a random party at about 6 a.m. Christmas dinner at Laura's was fabulous and we played pictionary, hilarious. I walked home with Christie and Lorraine, singing "White Christmas" as it flurried. Then I napped before calling home at 2 a.m. and chatting with the family. After, because of the nap, I stayed up to watch some episodes of The Big Bang Theory. On Boxing Day, the hashers had the "Santa's Sloppy Seconds" dinner and sat around singing to things WHAM DJed for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Eggs Benedict with Liz and Martha, Geckos with Brian, Cleo, Martha, Melissa, Rebekah, then Seoul Pub, then a taxi with a TV on the ride home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Brian, Samarra and I went to see the Golden Compass, wandered around iPark, went to dinner at Geckos and then had drinks with people at Queen. Oh, and I got to talk to my adorable nieces :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - A turkey buffet at Geckos with friends and coworkers and later on some phone calls home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2010?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 -No.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Yes.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Hahahahaha. No!&lt;br /&gt;2006 - i thought i did, I'm as subject to rebound relationships as anyone, i guess. didn't last long, which was for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another one-night stand (or so I thought) that resulted in a lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - More than zero.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - A few. They can be one hell of a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - I don't kiss and tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey's, Private Practice, The Good Wife, Criminal Minds, The West Wing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Battlestar Galactica, 30 Rock, Big Bang Theory, NCIS (Don't ask. It's an obssession.), Six Feet Under&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Big Love, My So-Called Life, Grey's and Private Practice, Ugly Betty, Brothers and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Grey's Anatomy, I think, though I am now equally into Private Practice. I've been watching the first season of Lost recently and been impressed since about halfway through. Flight of the Conchords is hysterical. Oh, and I finally got around to watching Buffy - it was really good.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - America's Next Top Model in Korea, before that Alias/The L Word/Desperate Housewives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.  But I'm hugely disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Nope.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - This year homophobia has upset me more than usual - but I hate the game, not the players. No point in hating the haters.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - No. I don't hate anyone at all right now, though there are certainly those I don't care for.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - perhaps my boss, though hate is far too strong a word. i can't bring myself to hate my ex, though sometimes I think that might actually be kinda a step forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Kathy Reichs and Lynsays Sands books, obsessively&lt;br /&gt;1984 &amp; Lord of the Flies (at work)&lt;br /&gt;Bridge to Teribithia&lt;br /&gt;The Great Influenza&lt;br /&gt;Subject to Debate, Katha Pollit&lt;br /&gt;Nickel and Dimed, Barbara Ehrenreich&lt;br /&gt;Payback, Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;The Pollysyllabic Spree, Nick Hornby&lt;br /&gt;Plainsong, Kent Haruf&lt;br /&gt;Fox Girl, Nora Okia Keller&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi, Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;The Great Fortune, Olivia Manning&lt;br /&gt;Pyongyang &amp; Persepolis&lt;br /&gt;The Omnivore's Dilemna, Michael Pollan&lt;br /&gt;The Truth About Stories, Thomas King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - S: A Novel About the Balkans, by Slavenka Drakulic&lt;br /&gt;The Little Friend, Donna Tartt&lt;br /&gt;This is Paradise! My North Korean Childhood by Hyok Kang&lt;br /&gt;Dreams of My Father, Barrak Obama&lt;br /&gt;Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro&lt;br /&gt;Life of Pi, Yann Martel&lt;br /&gt;Maus, Art Spiegleman&lt;br /&gt;Kafka on the Shore, Murakami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 - "The Boy Who Loved Anne Frank" by Ellen Feldman. It was maybe the best power read - one of those I-can't-put-it-down novels.&lt;br /&gt;"Eva" by Peter Dickinson was the best children's book and it was a reread from the Poly library.&lt;br /&gt;"Oscar and Lucinda" by Peter Carey for the best I-should-have-known-but-didn't ending.&lt;br /&gt;“The Friar and the Cipher” by Lawrence &amp; Nancy Goldstone for best historical non-fiction.&lt;br /&gt;“Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal” by Christopher Moore was the funniest.&lt;br /&gt;“The Brooklyn Follies” by Paul Auster for introducing me to my newest fav author.&lt;br /&gt;"Lucky" by Alice Sebold for the best sad book.&lt;br /&gt;"A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of A Boy Soldier" by Ishmael Beah for the most gut-wrenching emotional response.&lt;br /&gt;"Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert for personal resonance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - picking just one is so evil. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle, Everything is Illuminated, The History of Love and those are just the ones that come to mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florence and the Machine.  Mumford and Sons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Since I spent most of my year with no functional computer or internet, I've listened mostly to the same 200 songs that were on my iPod before Chester died. I've been downloading like crazy since, though, so I hope to discover new stuff that I love sooner rather than later.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - The Genius button on iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Not sure. I love "Smile" by Lily Allen, and the new Alicia Keys album is pretty damn cool. Tons of stuff, really.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Jack Johnson. I had heard of him before, but never got around to listening until this year when I discovered downloading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get? What did you want and not get?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new job - got it.  A completed 10K - done.  The last thing is still playing itself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - I wanted a vacation to a new place and I certainly got that. I also wanted willpower (gym, financial, etc) and that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - I'm not sure, but they are both wrapped up in the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - I didn't get a job I wanted, though I suspect that worked out for the best, particularly from a financial point of view. I wanted a new wardrobe and I got that.&lt;br /&gt;2006- What did you want and get? a computer, a job in Korea, out of a relationship, a trip to Thailand (I even got two!) What did you want and not get? an easy breakup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was your favorite film of this year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Amazing Grace, Hallam Foe, Milk, Frost/Nixon, Transformers (1&amp;2)&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Juno, Children of Men, Kung Fu Panda were the best, but nothing really moved me.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - The Golden Compass, I think. I don't actually see many films, in the cinema or out of it.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Everything is Illuminated, Tsotsi, The Constant Gardener, Hotel Rwanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Shar thing.  No Tim thing.  And a beach vacation at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - No debt.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - A longer trip home.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - A year long trip around Asia, with the magic ability to pop back in on the family for a couple of days at will.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - if Alan had stayed in Scotland. if i had left him earlier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my 32nd birthday at a galbi restaurant and then at the Phillies Quiz with a great group of people - Nami, Gus and Gabby, Shar, Samantha, Tim, Ben.  Ben got into an argument with Gus about those fish in the Amazon that swim up your penis.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;2009 - 31. On the day of, nothing special. But I went out for dinner and dancing with friends the weekend before.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - 30! I drank shots out of a porcelain penis. Then I skipped out on the big Saturday night extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - 29 in Hong Kong, went drinking and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - I was 28. I went to TinPans and drank too much tequila, I went to Stompers and don't even remember being there, I met a cute boy.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2010? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of pants that ended up being too big, a lot of hash shirts and hoodies, lots of new fancy running clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Before vacation, I usually maintained a big divide between work clothes and home clothes. Since I've returned, I've been a jeans girl at work as well as at play. I have some cool panya purses and a skirt from my trip.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Many t-shirts, but I will have to wear something Martha hasn't stolen!&lt;br /&gt;2006 - a concept implies I was thinking about this in some sort of orderly way. The same 7 or so outfits to work (with flip flops in summer and black shoes in winter), the same 7 or so low cut tops to bars, and my fave comfy socks whenever I'm home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. What kept you sane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samantha and April.  Chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;2009 - Blogging.&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Martha and other friends. Pure stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - Who says I managed to stay sane? My coworkers, perhaps, when I was back in my old job. My friends. Lots of navel gazing.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - a combination of good friends and too much booze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 - Katee Sackhoff (Captain Kara 'Starbuck' Thrace, Battlestar Galactica)&lt;br /&gt;Sasha Alexander (Agent Caitlin Todd in NCIS)&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Hillary Clinton. Jennifer Beals.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - i don't really fancy celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. What political issue stirred you the most? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Democratic primaries in the States and gay marriage. You know, back when I was saying that Obama wasn't very lefty and I prefered Clinton, everyone told me that he was progressive. But I'd read his books and I knew he wasn't as progressive as people thought and now it turns out that indeed, he isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fidelity": Don't Divorce... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Prop. 8, the Democratic Leadership Race, proroguement&lt;br /&gt;2006 - i have been too busy navel gazing to really pay too much attention. Perhaps the possible nuclear weapons test by North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who did you miss? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, everybody not here in Seoul, but especially the nieces. Oddly, lately also my dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - everybody, but especially Sarah, Emily and Chloe.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Most people. I live overseas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Who was the best new person you met? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the hashers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Martha&lt;br /&gt;2006 - All the new people I've met have mostly been amazing, though in totally different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2009?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just keep following the trail marks and you'll make it to the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Be stubborn. Love.&lt;br /&gt;2007 - When travelling, follow the noise.&lt;br /&gt;2006 - No one will judge me as much as I will judge myself. Trust your gut. People you don't expect to will do little things that will make you believe in goodness again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slung Lo, Erin MCKeown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was slung-lo and&lt;br /&gt;So gung-ho&lt;br /&gt;For anything to get me to start&lt;br /&gt;I had my rock&lt;br /&gt;I had my roll&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't find my spark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flip of the hi-fi&lt;br /&gt;A glimpse of the good life&lt;br /&gt;And the clouds began to fade&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning this B-side&lt;br /&gt;Around to a de-light&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies are here to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was so down, look at her now&lt;br /&gt;She's never been so high!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows, give it some time&lt;br /&gt;The clouds'll clear the sky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light the radio &lt;br /&gt;Til it explodes&lt;br /&gt;I'm dancin' til I drop&lt;br /&gt;One small step&lt;br /&gt;First right then left&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was so down, look at her now&lt;br /&gt;She's dancin' til she drops!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows, give it some time&lt;br /&gt;You'll find what you have lost!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my style to take awhile&lt;br /&gt;To put the feeling down to page&lt;br /&gt;I get around to making sound&lt;br /&gt;When the fancy meets the phrase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was so down, look at her now&lt;br /&gt;She's never been so high!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows, give it some time&lt;br /&gt;The clouds'll clear the sky!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna burst&lt;br /&gt;Right out of this world&lt;br /&gt;And I won't do it alone&lt;br /&gt;A kick to the heart&lt;br /&gt;A lift for the charts&lt;br /&gt;One listen and we'll be gone&lt;br /&gt;And then who cares?&lt;br /&gt;We're debonair&lt;br /&gt;And we're dancin' our way back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was so down, look at her now&lt;br /&gt;She's never been so high!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows, give it some time&lt;br /&gt;The clouds'll clear the sky!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - 9 to 5, Lady Sovereign&lt;br /&gt;Ok yo....&lt;br /&gt;I wake up late every morning&lt;br /&gt;managers calling I'm still yawning&lt;br /&gt;Get up wake up hair and makeups&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you don't be sawing&lt;br /&gt;This performance is important&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I can put my all in&lt;br /&gt;Hold on I was drunk last night&lt;br /&gt;Now its all kicking in and I don't feel right&lt;br /&gt;Gave my number to a breh who wasn't my type&lt;br /&gt;Now my phones on silent I'm being polite&lt;br /&gt;Now private callers get no love from me&lt;br /&gt;Just let me be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh my days are getting longer&lt;br /&gt;There's no turning back cuz I'm working da 9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;To keep my contract did I say 9 was getting of 1:30&lt;br /&gt;I'm no early birdy I'm lazy dats all dat I can say&lt;br /&gt;So make sure you heard me&lt;br /&gt;And deres no turning back cuz I'm working a 9 to 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006 - The Mercy Of The Fallen&lt;br /&gt;Dar Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my fair North Star &lt;br /&gt;I have held to you dearly &lt;br /&gt;I had asked you to steer me &lt;br /&gt;'Til one cloud-scattered night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in my travels &lt;br /&gt;I met Leo the lion &lt;br /&gt;Met a king and met a giant &lt;br /&gt;With their errant light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the wind and the rain&lt;br /&gt;And the mercy of the fallen &lt;br /&gt;Who say they have no claim to know what's right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the weak and the strong &lt;br /&gt;And the bets that have no answer &lt;br /&gt;And that's where I may rest my head tonight"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3959795138447072498?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3959795138447072498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3959795138447072498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3959795138447072498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3959795138447072498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/01/unfinished-but-whatevs.html' title='unfinished, but whatevs'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-6667453158956878228</id><published>2011-01-20T19:26:00.005+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T19:32:24.499+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Novel</title><content type='html'>I've found a new way to hibernate this year.  Unlike last winter, when I would regularly get home on a Friday night and not leave the apartment until Monday at noon for work, this year I'm taking more of a mental hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the hashes, I've been spending most of my weekends on extended sleepovers at April's house, and I go out a few times during the week for dinner or whatever, but my mind has been hibernating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I normally am all about the New Years resolutions - not because I think that they are effective in terms of follow through, but because I like the way it makes you take stock of where you are and what you might want to have come next.  For me, they've always gone hand in hand with a mental review of the past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a lot happened last year, particularly towards the end, and it hasn't been stuff I've felt ready to blog about.  I think I might be getting there though, and I know I need to get around to making some plans, because things need to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, my mental spring comes soon.  Hibernating may be an important part of the process for me, but I'm ready for it to end soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-6667453158956878228?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6667453158956878228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=6667453158956878228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6667453158956878228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6667453158956878228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/01/novel.html' title='Novel'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-5297302264820465094</id><published>2011-01-19T00:18:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T00:19:42.378+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna be REALLY awake?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TTWvgq9g1oI/AAAAAAAAC68/gbCiFv3g2XI/s1600/web0118-starbuckstrenta-499x569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 351px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TTWvgq9g1oI/AAAAAAAAC68/gbCiFv3g2XI/s400/web0118-starbuckstrenta-499x569.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563545890509084290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon my first return to Canada after a year living in South Korea, I was a bit flustered when it came time to order a coffee. In Korea, even in Starbucks, back in those days, I would have said largee. So, I asked for their biggest size, not recalling the correct Starbucks terminology. They handed me a Venti and I must have looked so comically startled that the guy asked me if everything was okay. My response? "When did you guys start selling coffee in buckets?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now this. I can't wait to get home and order it, just for the sheer hilarity. Can I feed one to my nieces and then bugger off and use a nanny cam to watch what ensues? Please?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-5297302264820465094?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5297302264820465094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=5297302264820465094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/5297302264820465094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/5297302264820465094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/01/wanna-be-really-awake.html' title='Wanna be REALLY awake?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TTWvgq9g1oI/AAAAAAAAC68/gbCiFv3g2XI/s72-c/web0118-starbuckstrenta-499x569.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2113456314926616514</id><published>2011-01-12T14:41:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:41:18.328+09:00</updated><title type='text'>All Families Are Psychotic</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"You don't know," said William.  "Life is boring.  People are vengeful.  Good things always end.  We do so many things and we don't know why, and if we do find out why, ti's decades later and knowing why doesn't matter any more."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do, in fact, totally agree with Douglas Adams.  Classic title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Tell me something - how &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; you deal with so many responsibilites? &lt;i&gt;How?&lt;/i&gt; I really mean it.  We've sort of talked about htis before - when you visited me in Kansas.  I can barely arrange dinner reservations at Jessie's Catfush Grill, and I can't even order Disney World tickets over the phone. I've never had to actually do things before.  I never had any reason to.  And I finally want to accomplish things, but don't have a clue how.  Meanwhile, you're orchestrating DNA strands in outer space, fosteerding wolrd peace and landing the single most complex artifact ever made by the human species out in the desert."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah took a second.  "I never think about it like that, Wade.  There are simply these things that need to be done, and it's simpler to do them than to not do them."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first 200 or so pages of this book, I was a bit bored. I kept thinking that I would have liked it so much more back in my teenage/early 20s years, just as I loved Hey, Nostradamus! so much that after reading it on New Year's Day at a friend's apartment I went out and bought my own copy immediately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt; Our lives are geared mainly to deflect the darts thrown at us by the laws of probability.  The moment we're able, we insulate ourselves from random acts of hate and destruction.  It's always been there - in the neighborhoods we build, the walls between our houses, the wariness with which we treat the unknown.  One person in six million will be struck by lightning.  Fifteen people in a hundred will experience clinical depression.  One woman in sixteen will experience breast cancer.  One child in 30,000 will experience a serious limb deformity.  One American in five will be victim of a violent crime.  A day in which nothing bad happens is a miracle, a day in which all the things that could have gone wrong didn't.  The dull day is a triumph of the human spirit, and boredom is a luxury unprecedented in the history of our species.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the last 75 pages had the plot line get so completely and utterly absurd that I was drawn into the excitement. This book is about family relationships, about what it means to live with a terminal illness, about loss and hope and what it means to make a success of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;re. Disney "It could be 2001, it could be 1986, and it could be 2008.  And all these young parents - so much younger than me - no old people save for Dad.  A few bored and embarrassed teenagers.  This is supposed to be life-affirming?  This place is like some cosmic dream crusher.  All you can get out of a place like this is a creepy little tingle that lets you know your kid is never going to be anything more than a customer - that the whole world is being turned into a casino."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, my god, does it make the entire state of Florida sound like an absolute wasteland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lately I've started to think that blame is just a lazy person's way of making sense of chaos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People are pretty forgiving when it comes to other people's family.  The only family that ever horrifies you is your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She drove west towards the sunset; the news had said that a forest fire on Vancouver Island was going to transform the sky into spectacular colors, and it was right.  There in her car, Janet felt that she was for the first time driving away from the people in her life, their needs, their lovers, their flaws, their lists of unmendable wounds, their never-spoken-of unslakeable thirsts, their catalogues of wrongs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As far as I can see, Janet, life is just an endless banquet of loss, and each time a new loss is doled out, you have to move your mental furniture around, throw things out, and by then there's more loss, and the cycle goes on and on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wade, say you didn't have AIDS. Say you weren't sick, that you learned you had a false positive the way Beth did..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..."Wade considered this at some length.  "I wouldn't have any excuses, would I?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Janet herself thoughta bout this question.  She's had no time to herself since Cissy had transoformed her life at the restaurant.  What would be the difference between death at sixty-five and death eat seventy-five? - those ten extra years... what oculd they possibly mean?  Or eighty-five - twenty extra years.  She'd wanted those years so badly, had mourned for their loss, yet now she had them again, and she couldn't decode their implication.  &lt;i&gt;Well, for that matter, what was the purpose of my first sixty-five years?  Maybe the act of wanting to live and being given life is the only thing that matters.  Forget the mountain of haikus I can write now.  Forget learning to play the cello or slaving away for charity.  But then what?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought about her life and how lost she'd felt for most of it.  She thought about the way that all the truths she'd been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived.  How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?  Her time with the disease had, to her surprise, made her feel less lost.  That was one thing she knew was true.  Sickness had forced her to look for knowledge and solace in places she might otherwise not have dreamed of.  Sickness has forced her to meet and connect with citizens who otherwise would have remained shadows inside cars that idled beside her at red lights.  But maybe now she'd continue looking for ideas she' never dreamed of in places once forbidden - not because she had to but because she chose to - because that had proven to be the only true path out of her brittle, unlivable life-before death.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2113456314926616514?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2113456314926616514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=2113456314926616514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2113456314926616514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2113456314926616514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-families-are-psychotic.html' title='All Families Are Psychotic'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3865720205801477603</id><published>2011-01-09T00:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T01:02:26.079+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fakest Looking Word Ever</title><content type='html'>Word of the Day for Saturday, January 8, 2011&lt;br /&gt;sockdolager \sok-DOL-uh-jer\, noun:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A decisive reply, argument.&lt;br /&gt;2. Something unusually large, heavy, etc.&lt;br /&gt;3. A heavy, finishing blow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3865720205801477603?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3865720205801477603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3865720205801477603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3865720205801477603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3865720205801477603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2011/01/fakest-looking-word-ever.html' title='Fakest Looking Word Ever'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-856046162991639208</id><published>2010-12-30T21:46:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T21:46:00.887+09:00</updated><title type='text'>An Annoying Read</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yes, yes if you please, no reference to examples in books.  Men have had every advantage of us in telling their own story.  Education has been theirs in so much higher a degree; the pen has been in their hands."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Reading &lt;i&gt;Persuasion&lt;/i&gt; reminded me of why it took me three or four starts to get through &lt;i&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/i&gt; - I do not like Jane Austen's voice or style or whatever you want to call it.  The plot was fine and there were some pointed barbs at a society that leaves women at the mercy of men, but I was about halfway through before I could ignore the language and writing style enough to immerse myself in what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it has introduced me to an awesome new insult:  "James Benwick is rather too piano for me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-856046162991639208?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/856046162991639208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=856046162991639208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/856046162991639208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/856046162991639208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/annoying-read.html' title='An Annoying Read'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2417273858905267118</id><published>2010-12-29T20:19:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T20:19:00.464+09:00</updated><title type='text'>What It Takes</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;To build a better world we need to replace the patchwork of lucky breaks and arbitrary advantages that today determine success - the fortunate birth dates and happy accidents of history - with a society that provides opportunities for all.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Outliers: The Story of Success&lt;/i&gt; by Malcolm Gladwell looks at the myth of personal ability and ambition and instead shows that success can be understood by things like opportunity (be it to resources, or the ability to get to 10,000 hours of practice, or when you were born) and the legacy of culture on an individual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book has already had an influence on how I think about teaching.  Gladwell quotes Elizabeth Dhuey:&lt;blockquote&gt;"We have advanced reading groups and advanced math groups.  So, early on, if we look at young kids, in kindergarten and first grade, the teachers are confusing maturity with ability.  And they put the older kids in the advanced stream, where they learn better skills; and they next year, because they are in the higher groups, they do even better; an the next year, the same thing happens, and they do even better again."&lt;/blockquote&gt;and goes on to say:&lt;blockquote&gt;"At four-year colleges in the United States-the highest stream of postsecondary education-students belonging to the relatively youngest group in their calls are under-represented by about 11.6 percent.  That initial difference in maturity doesn't go away with time.  It persists. And for thousands of students, that initial disadvantage is the different between going to college - and having a real shot at the middle class - and not."&lt;/blockquote&gt;And that is something, even if it is at the micro-level, that I can do something about.  As a teacher, I can be more aware of how I judge ability and maturity levels.  It's something that is incredibly hard to do here in South Korea, where my boss is aiming to have me level the 4 and 5 year olds, but in the classroom, I can try and avoid age-related judgements of what a child can do.  As Gladwell says:&lt;blockquote&gt;If we chose to, we could acknowledge that cutoff dates matter.  We could set up two or even three hockey leagues, divided up by month of birth.  Let the players develop on separate tracks an then pick all-star teams.  If all the Czech and Canadian athletes born at the end of the year had a fair chance, then the Czech and the Canadian national teams suddenly would have twice as many athletes to choose from.&lt;/blockquote&gt;It pays off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that was pointed out by Gladwell really made me think. &lt;blockquote&gt;Those three things-autonomy, complexity, and a connection between effort and reward- are, most people agree, the three qualities that work has to have if it is to be satisfying.&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am not particularly happy in my present job.  I'll stay another year not because I enjoy teaching kindergarten at Che*ngwon, but because I like having 7 weeks of paid vacation after years of the 2-weeks, one week at a time hagwon system.  I have a connection between effort and reward for sure - little notes that the students give me saying "I love you teacher", their smiles, hearing them say they love English class, watching them learn how to read.  And I often have a lot of autonomy - my dislike of my coworkers has stemmed largely from their lack of information about my class schedule so I can adequately plan or an attempt by them to tell me how or what to teach (since really, none of them are fluent in English, and one is incredibly bad at English, I have to say I find instruction about how to teach the language that I do in fact speak pretty annoying.)  What I don't have is complexity - or enough complexity for me.  I miss teaching literature and social studies to older students.  Kindergarten curriculum doesn't really interest me.  They are cute, my students, but I don't find them fascinating the way I do middle or high school kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose in 2011, I should start taking steps to address that, because on the whole, I do love teaching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2417273858905267118?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2417273858905267118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=2417273858905267118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2417273858905267118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2417273858905267118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-it-takes.html' title='What It Takes'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-7353036528765662637</id><published>2010-12-28T20:00:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T20:19:25.325+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis?  Yep.</title><content type='html'>Recently I read &lt;i&gt;Losing Confidence: Power, Politics, and the Crisis in Canadian Democracy&lt;/i&gt; by Elizabeth May.  I picked it up at home on vacation - over a year ago - in a spurt of patriotic interest in Canadian politics.  She describes what she sees as the Americanization of the Canadian system:&lt;blockquote&gt;"In Canada, as in other modern democracies, the last fifty years have seen an increasing centralization of power, first shifting from Parliament to Cabinet, and then from Cabinet to the prime minister.  We risk losing the democratic progress of centuries in wresting power from a king only to see it vested in an increasingly unaccountable and autocratic prime minster."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Certainly, living oversees has taught me more about the American system of government than the Canadian.  Not only have I taught American Social Studies, I have also read several articles on American government in various reading textbooks.  And then there is the fact that I have far more access to the news regarding the US than I do to Canadian stories.  Obama vs. Clinton interested me far more than the most recent Canadian election - and partly because we all heard about the issues over here and could then debate them amongst ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May discusses and quotes the Kent Commission Report: "Freedom of the press is not a property right of owners.  It is right of the people.  It is part of their right to free expression, inseparable from their right to inform themselves."  Certainly, I do not think I'm anywhere near as informed as I should be about how Canadian government works and why.  May strongly points out that a lack of information is a critical problem in democracy today.  She also attacks the party system: "There is something ironic about a situation where political parties have such power in a democracy, yet 85 percent of the voters are not willing to join any party."  She states that parties, due to a first-past-the-post system do not even represent Canadians properly, as an increasing number of Canadian governments have had false majorities.&lt;blockquote&gt;"Awareness of the threat to democracy must go far beyond bemoaning the fact that young people don't vote.  That is the tip of the iceberg of electoral dysfunction.  The most effective solution is to approve a change in how we elect members of federal and provincial parliaments.  no other single step will have as many salutary impacts."&lt;/blockquote&gt;I have to say that I approve of her solution.  I have always exercised my right to vote, when my residence allowed me to do so.  Sure, it was exciting to vote Liberal to keep out the Conservatives, but I am definitely more of an NDP kind of girl.  The most exciting time I've ever voted was in Scotland - I voted Green AND they got in.  Why?  Because of the proportionate representation voting system.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book occasionally struck me as a bit biased towards the Greens, but in general, it was a fascinating and informative look at the problems in Canadian democracy today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-7353036528765662637?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7353036528765662637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=7353036528765662637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7353036528765662637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7353036528765662637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/crisis-yep.html' title='Crisis?  Yep.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-8040253040164484372</id><published>2010-12-14T15:02:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T15:03:06.061+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have a Nerdy Love of These</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/specials/bestworst/0,32232,2035319_2035311,00.html"&gt;TimeTop 10 Lists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-8040253040164484372?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Depends on how loud you shut it.&lt;br /&gt;How many slices in a bread?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how thin you cut it.&lt;br /&gt;How much good inside a day?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how good you live 'em.&lt;br /&gt;How much love inside a friend?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on how much you give 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never roped a Brahma bull,&lt;br /&gt;I've never fought a duel,&lt;br /&gt;I've never crossed the desert&lt;br /&gt;On a lop-eared, swayback mule,&lt;br /&gt;I've never climbed an idol's nose&lt;br /&gt;To steal a curse-d jewel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never gone down with my ship&lt;br /&gt;Into the bubblin' brine,&lt;br /&gt;I've never saved a lion's life&lt;br /&gt;And then had him save mine,&lt;br /&gt;Or screamed Ahoooo while swingin' through&lt;br /&gt;The jungle on a vine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never dealt draw poker&lt;br /&gt;In a rwody lumber camp,&lt;br /&gt;Or got up at the count of nine&lt;br /&gt;To beat the world's champ,&lt;br /&gt;I've never had my picture on&lt;br /&gt;A six-cent postage stamp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never scored a touchdown&lt;br /&gt;On a ninety-nine-yard run,&lt;br /&gt;I've never winged six Daltons &lt;br /&gt;With my dying brother's gun...&lt;br /&gt;Or kissed Miz Jane, and rode my hoo&lt;br /&gt;Into the setting sun.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get so depressed&lt;br /&gt;'Bout what I haven't done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ve been working so hard you just wouldn't believe,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;There's so little time and so much to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;I've been lying here holding the grass in its place,&lt;br /&gt;Pressing a leaf with the side of my face,&lt;br /&gt;Tasting the apples to see if they're sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Counting the toes on a centipede's feet.&lt;br /&gt;I've been memorizing the shape of that cloud,&lt;br /&gt;Warning the robins to not chirp so loud,&lt;br /&gt;Shooing the butterflies off the tomatoes,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping an eye out for floods and tornadoes.&lt;br /&gt;I've been supervising the work of the ants&lt;br /&gt;And thinking of pruning the cantaloupe plants,&lt;br /&gt;Calling the fish to swim into my nets,&lt;br /&gt;And I've taken twelve thousand and forty-one breaths,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;Whatif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while I lay thinking here,&lt;br /&gt;Some Whatifs crawled inside my ear&lt;br /&gt;And pranced and partied all night long&lt;br /&gt;And sang their same old Whatif song:&lt;br /&gt;Whatif I'm dumb in school?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif they've closed the swimming pol?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif I get beat up?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif there's poison in my cup?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif I start to cry?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif I get sick and die?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif I flunk that test?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif green hair grows on my chest?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif nobody likes me?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif I don't grow talle?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif my head starts getting smaller?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif the fish won't bite?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif the wind tears up my kite?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif they start a war?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif my parents get divorced?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif the bus is late?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif I tear my pants?&lt;br /&gt;Whatif I never learn to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems swell, and then&lt;br /&gt;The nighttime Whatifs strike again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Carpet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a magic carpet&lt;br /&gt;That will whiz you through the air,&lt;br /&gt;To Spain or Maine or Africa&lt;br /&gt;If you just tell it where.&lt;br /&gt;So will you let it take you&lt;br /&gt;Where you’ve never been before&lt;br /&gt;Or will you buy some drapes to match&lt;br /&gt;And use it&lt;br /&gt;On your&lt;br /&gt;Floor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-6741979646085858962</id><published>2010-12-10T17:30:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:30:51.060+09:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.stjohnscollege.edu/academic/readlist.shtml"&gt;St. John's College has a reading list&lt;/a&gt; which I find quite interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-6741979646085858962?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6741979646085858962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=6644448668710500445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6644448668710500445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6644448668710500445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/need-to-plan-to-leave-shore-in-2011.html' title='Need to Plan to Leave the Shore in 2011'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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I love that it shows things from the children's perspective.  I love that we get to see the world through their lenses.  I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well worth watching.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-4971103279852418827?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4971103279852418827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=4971103279852418827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4971103279852418827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4971103279852418827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/born-into-brothels.html' title='Born Into Brothels'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-5019777646481236976</id><published>2010-12-07T19:01:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T19:02:29.011+09:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Characters</title><content type='html'>Before I go off to make enough lasagna to freeze for the winter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules: Don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen fictional characters (television, films, plays, books, video games) who've influenced you and that will always stick with you. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dian Fossey (Gorillas in the Mist)&lt;br /&gt;CJ Cregg (The West Wing)&lt;br /&gt;Alicia (Alicia's Story by Alicia Appleman-Jurman)&lt;br /&gt;Ramona Quimby&lt;br /&gt;Laura Ingalls (Wilder)&lt;br /&gt;Anne of Green Gables&lt;br /&gt;Punky Brewster&lt;br /&gt;Meg (A Wrinkle in Time)&lt;br /&gt;Francie Nolan (A Tree Grows in Brooklyn)&lt;br /&gt;Lessa (Pern series)&lt;br /&gt;Daleks (Doctor Who)&lt;br /&gt;Vladek (Maus)&lt;br /&gt;The girl in red coat (Schindler's List)&lt;br /&gt;Scout (To Kill a Mockingbird)&lt;br /&gt;Stadler and Waldorf (The Muppets)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-5019777646481236976?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/5019777646481236976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=5019777646481236976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/5019777646481236976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/5019777646481236976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/15-characters.html' title='15 Characters'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2210213078388530403</id><published>2010-12-06T15:52:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:56:05.716+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Messing With the Numbers</title><content type='html'>Someone linked me to &lt;a href="http://dailysalty.blogspot.com/2007/10/book-reading-statistics-in-usa.html"&gt;this blog entry&lt;/a&gt; on Facebook.  It says that: &lt;blockquote&gt;57% of new books are not read to completion.&lt;/blockquote&gt;Since I personally own about 200ish books I've yet to get around to reading, it occurs to me that us weirdos might be skewing the data.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2210213078388530403?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2210213078388530403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=2210213078388530403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2210213078388530403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2210213078388530403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/messing-with-numbers.html' title='Messing With the Numbers'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-4506519017090465372</id><published>2010-12-05T23:51:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:52:03.295+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooooo Looooooooong</title><content type='html'>Gone With the Wind is a very long movie.  And it wasn't 4 hours worth of interesting either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I suppose I'm glad I can finally say I've seen it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-4506519017090465372?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4506519017090465372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=4506519017090465372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4506519017090465372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4506519017090465372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/soooooo-looooooooong.html' title='Soooooo Looooooooong'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-504902747305997988</id><published>2010-12-04T16:25:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T17:12:47.138+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Camp</title><content type='html'>I have no idea how I came to download this, but it was quite interesting.  Evangelical Christian kids, praying and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the&lt;a href="http://movies.nytimes.com/2006/09/22/movies/22camp.html"&gt;New York Times review.&lt;/a&gt;  I have to say, I was disturbed by the children, who looked a lot like they were being brainwashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really gets me about things like this, something that struck me when that whole fuss over The Golden Compass occurred, is that as an atheist, if I had children, I would be quite happy for them to be exposed to religion.  I'd have no problem with my child choosing to believe in god.  I don't feel that making a decision about something that can't be proven either way should be forced on anyone, and certainly children shouldn't be indoctrinated to think one way or the other.  I'd let my kids read Narnia or The Chosen or Harry Potter or whatever they wanted. I'd tell them what I think.  And I'd help them develop the kind of critical thinking skills that would let them come to their own conclusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite strange to realize how differently some religious parents feel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-504902747305997988?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/504902747305997988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=504902747305997988' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/504902747305997988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/504902747305997988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus-camp.html' title='Jesus Camp'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-802355861685914844</id><published>2010-12-04T14:14:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T14:15:26.051+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>Pass the Ketchup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TPnOThxBxCI/AAAAAAAAC6o/yDcahNT9kdg/s1600/hello%2Bkitty%2Blast%2Bsupper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TPnOThxBxCI/AAAAAAAAC6o/yDcahNT9kdg/s400/hello%2Bkitty%2Blast%2Bsupper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546691250960319522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.misha-art.com/"&gt;Misha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-802355861685914844?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/802355861685914844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=802355861685914844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/802355861685914844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/802355861685914844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/pass-ketchup.html' title='Pass the Ketchup'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TPnOThxBxCI/AAAAAAAAC6o/yDcahNT9kdg/s72-c/hello%2Bkitty%2Blast%2Bsupper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2430763306914599015</id><published>2010-12-03T22:57:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:58:34.502+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy</title><content type='html'>Today didn't really feel like a Friday (not sure why, when it's felt like such a long week), but it ended on a really high note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made latkes and lit candles.  I think I'm just going to slowly start celebrating everyone's holidays all over the world.  It's nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2430763306914599015?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2430763306914599015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=2430763306914599015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2430763306914599015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2430763306914599015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/joy.html' title='Joy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2279705346445563349</id><published>2010-12-02T15:34:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T15:36:24.699+09:00</updated><title type='text'>World AIDS Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TPc96RNi6HI/AAAAAAAAC6g/wXoKflxrNJ4/s1600/worldaidspostcard6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 327px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TPc96RNi6HI/AAAAAAAAC6g/wXoKflxrNJ4/s400/worldaidspostcard6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545969537391978610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2279705346445563349?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2279705346445563349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=2279705346445563349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2279705346445563349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2279705346445563349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='World AIDS Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TPc96RNi6HI/AAAAAAAAC6g/wXoKflxrNJ4/s72-c/worldaidspostcard6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-6280654455142465207</id><published>2010-12-01T20:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:35:40.610+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Hashing - The Secret Sport</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IaTsZtV5Azw?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-6280654455142465207?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6280654455142465207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=6280654455142465207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6280654455142465207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6280654455142465207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/12/hashing-secret-sport.html' title='Hashing - The Secret Sport'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/IaTsZtV5Azw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-7972896738562661206</id><published>2010-11-30T15:30:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T15:30:01.457+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter is Here</title><content type='html'>Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, &lt;br /&gt;Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, &lt;br /&gt;Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air, &lt;br /&gt;Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven, &lt;br /&gt;And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Snow-Storm, Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Now Winter Nights Enlarge   &lt;br /&gt;by Thomas Campion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now winter nights enlarge&lt;br /&gt; This number of their hours;&lt;br /&gt;And clouds their storms discharge&lt;br /&gt; Upon the airy towers.&lt;br /&gt;Let now the chimneys blaze&lt;br /&gt; And cups o'erflow with wine,&lt;br /&gt;Let well-tuned words amaze&lt;br /&gt; With harmony divine.&lt;br /&gt;Now yellow waxen lights &lt;br /&gt; Shall wait on honey love&lt;br /&gt;While youthful revels, masques, and courtly sights &lt;br /&gt; Sleep's leaden spells remove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time doth well dispense&lt;br /&gt; With lovers' long discourse;&lt;br /&gt;Much speech hath some defense,&lt;br /&gt; Though beauty no remorse.&lt;br /&gt;All do not all things well:&lt;br /&gt; Some measures comely tread,&lt;br /&gt;Some knotted riddles tell,&lt;br /&gt; Some poems smoothly read.&lt;br /&gt;The summer hath his joys,&lt;br /&gt; And winter his delights;&lt;br /&gt;Though love and all his pleasures are but toys&lt;br /&gt; They shorten tedious nights.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-7972896738562661206?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7972896738562661206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=7972896738562661206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7972896738562661206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7972896738562661206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/winter-is-here.html' title='Winter is Here'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-4872821068745060579</id><published>2010-11-29T15:12:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:14:15.812+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It NOT Snow</title><content type='html'>When I left Itaewon this morning, it was chilly but not all that cold and the ground was a bit wet where the snow had melted overnight.  After my subway ride to Madeul, I got out only to freeze my nose off and slip slide my way through the snow to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be more than a thirty minute drive north.  It's weird how different the weather is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These are all ways&lt;br /&gt;Of getting proud.&lt;br /&gt;None of them&lt;br /&gt;Are easy, but all of them&lt;br /&gt;Are possible. You can do all of these things,&lt;br /&gt;Or just one of them again and again.&lt;br /&gt;You get proud&lt;br /&gt;By practicing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Hershey&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-4872821068745060579?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/4872821068745060579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=4872821068745060579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4872821068745060579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/4872821068745060579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/let-it-not-snow.html' title='Let It NOT Snow'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3095708625708834990</id><published>2010-11-28T22:59:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:00:23.379+09:00</updated><title type='text'>I. Am. So. Tired</title><content type='html'>Actual blog entry to follow tomorrow, because after a weekend with two turkey dinners, three hashes, and dogsitting duty, I'm too tired to type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3095708625708834990?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3095708625708834990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3095708625708834990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3095708625708834990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3095708625708834990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am-so-tired.html' title='I. Am. So. Tired'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3294275850034105750</id><published>2010-11-27T03:58:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T03:58:00.366+09:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Dark Up There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TO9axK1DJKI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/wd7CT9-5sg0/s1600/061011-d-6570c-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TO9axK1DJKI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/wd7CT9-5sg0/s400/061011-d-6570c-001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543749467083318434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3294275850034105750?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3294275850034105750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3294275850034105750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3294275850034105750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3294275850034105750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-dark-up-there.html' title='It&apos;s Dark Up There'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TO9axK1DJKI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/wd7CT9-5sg0/s72-c/061011-d-6570c-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3703750719939584145</id><published>2010-11-26T15:51:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T15:58:40.067+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving - as Interpreted by A Korean Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TO9ads0vOiI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/7fVeFU8-tN8/s1600/thanksgiving%2B403%2B%25281%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TO9ads0vOiI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/7fVeFU8-tN8/s400/thanksgiving%2B403%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543749132611435042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, screw the Pilgrims.  They were no fun.  This is all about the Indians, baby, and we aren't going pussy around with PC here, no we are not.  We're going to make feather headbands and put warpaint on and then do that thing where you yodel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will also be an odd game that involves pinning the feathers on the turkey's ass.  Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the teachers will put on a play.  The characters are a king, a servant, a cook, a shopkeeper (me!) and a farmer.  My only lines:  "I'm glad you enjoyed your meal.  Farmers work very hard so that I can sell nice rice.  If you are going to give out a prize, give it to the farmers."  Amanda teacher, it's a traditional Thanksgiving story.  Do you know it?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had an Indian potluck.  With things along the lines of Traditional Korean rice cakes and kimbap and chopchae.  But also those treasured Western Thanksgiving favourites, traditional pizza, Dunkin' Donuts, "fajitas" and churros, pasta, and fried chicken.  As you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures to come, but my weekend is looking crazy busy.  Two more turkey dinners and three hashes, one that I'm haring...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3703750719939584145?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3703750719939584145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3703750719939584145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3703750719939584145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3703750719939584145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-as-interpreted-by-korean.html' title='Thanksgiving - as Interpreted by A Korean Kindergarten'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TO9ads0vOiI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/7fVeFU8-tN8/s72-c/thanksgiving%2B403%2B%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-7472302513540002855</id><published>2010-11-25T23:53:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T00:21:21.297+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, America!</title><content type='html'>For making it traditional for me to eat a full turkey dinner for three months in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've did two in October over the Canadian Thanksgiving weekend.  I did one with SPMSH3.  Tonight Samantha and her mom cooked us all a meal, at April's and then we had it over at GI Hoe's.  Tomorrow my Korean kindergarten is doing their version (this I can't wait to see) and then Courtnie and Tim are cooking at his place in Uijeonbu.  Saturday, morning hash, afternoon hash, night in Songtan.  Sunday, back in to Seoul to hare a Southside trail, right to the VFW for yet another turkey dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, folks, that makes 6 turkey dinners (plus perhaps something resembling one at work, but we'll see what the Korean moms send to the potluck), and we haven't even hit Christmas yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-7472302513540002855?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7472302513540002855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=7472302513540002855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7472302513540002855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7472302513540002855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanks-america.html' title='Thanks, America!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-7190666361446383342</id><published>2010-11-24T20:43:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T00:45:13.598+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat, Pray, Love</title><content type='html'>"I had actively participated in every moment of the creation of this life.  So why didn't I see myself in any of it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the book right after I left my ex-husband and had turned over half of the corners of the pages because so much of it resonated with me.  The movie mostly bored me - though the scenery was pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-7190666361446383342?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7190666361446383342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=7190666361446383342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7190666361446383342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7190666361446383342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/eat-pray-love.html' title='Eat, Pray, Love'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-6234828384800716461</id><published>2010-11-23T15:31:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T15:49:46.848+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH!</title><content type='html'>Today's craft SUCKED.  Not in terms of what it might look like (though I don't know that yet), but in terms of executing the class.  Why is this?  I was told that Leaf Class teacher wanted the students to make a specific craft before the Thanksgiving Day event on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told she would prepare all the supplies.  I should have known better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't enough of anything, nor was it at all reasonable to expect that 4/5/6 year old children could do the craft in a 40-minute class period.  Some of them can barely write in English, and certainly many of them can't express advanced ideas with the vocabulary they know.  So, writing five things they were thankful for on five tail feathers of a turkey?  Yeah, that took pretty much all class.  And I had to cut out the feathers for them in advance.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, tomorrow, instead of doing some of the phonics books that we will struggle to finish by the end of semester (which includes 4 weeks of vacation and a 5-day weekend for Lunar New Year) we will be finishing the craft - really, doing the craft part, as all the cutting and gluing and such will happen then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be so annoyed by this but it did piss me off.  If they wanted something complex done, they should have pre-cut the parts so the kids could do it faster, and pre-written part of the sentences on so they just filled in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-6234828384800716461?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6234828384800716461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=6234828384800716461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6234828384800716461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6234828384800716461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/argh.html' title='ARGH!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-7681880362781725272</id><published>2010-11-22T21:12:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:14:02.204+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogsitting</title><content type='html'>I'm watching April's dog while she's in Hawaii and it's really weird.  Her house is huge - you could fit my apartment into her living room, and there's a kitchen, dining room, 3 bedrooms, and 2 bathrooms on top of that.  I don't really know what to do with myself here.  I keep wandering around and putting things down and misplacing them and it's a bit lonelier in a bigger place, I think.  The dog is adorable, though I can't say I love the morning pee walks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-7681880362781725272?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/7681880362781725272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=7681880362781725272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7681880362781725272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/7681880362781725272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/dogsitting.html' title='Dogsitting'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-2551390979981650012</id><published>2010-11-21T08:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:14:41.788+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Scouting the YK Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYFFRPXwI/AAAAAAAAC6I/R-nJf9V6CjU/s1600/novbirthday%2B013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYFFRPXwI/AAAAAAAAC6I/R-nJf9V6CjU/s400/novbirthday%2B013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542339135769894658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYEp9qveI/AAAAAAAAC6A/qn5XNZhLItM/s1600/novbirthday%2B015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYEp9qveI/AAAAAAAAC6A/qn5XNZhLItM/s400/novbirthday%2B015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542339128440045026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYEDiWo7I/AAAAAAAAC54/-0_SXiKkX0Y/s1600/novbirthday%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYEDiWo7I/AAAAAAAAC54/-0_SXiKkX0Y/s400/novbirthday%2B014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542339118124934066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYDoHGHMI/AAAAAAAAC5w/KRlXlKY4oj8/s1600/novbirthday%2B016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYDoHGHMI/AAAAAAAAC5w/KRlXlKY4oj8/s400/novbirthday%2B016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542339110762847426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYDAtl5yI/AAAAAAAAC5o/2tOXvgLmREo/s1600/novbirthday%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYDAtl5yI/AAAAAAAAC5o/2tOXvgLmREo/s400/novbirthday%2B017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542339100186896162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday I went scouting on my day off.  Naturally, I intended to scout during the daytime.  After all, my only plans for the day otherwise were a trip to the post office, lunch with Samantha and GI Hoe, and dropping off a patch design.  That should have had me out scouting by 1 p.m.  How I ended up still in Itaewon at 4, I'm not quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, the pictures of the bridges over the Han at night were fantastic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-2551390979981650012?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/2551390979981650012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=2551390979981650012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2551390979981650012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/2551390979981650012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/scouting-yk-trail.html' title='Scouting the YK Trail'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOpYFFRPXwI/AAAAAAAAC6I/R-nJf9V6CjU/s72-c/novbirthday%2B013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3092526469990405464</id><published>2010-11-20T11:42:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T11:42:00.659+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Heh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOSSnLV0mXI/AAAAAAAAC5g/QdAGKG94dww/s1600/piedrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOSSnLV0mXI/AAAAAAAAC5g/QdAGKG94dww/s400/piedrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540714643329423730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3092526469990405464?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3092526469990405464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3092526469990405464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3092526469990405464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3092526469990405464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/heh.html' title='Heh'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOSSnLV0mXI/AAAAAAAAC5g/QdAGKG94dww/s72-c/piedrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-25983203965157527</id><published>2010-11-19T12:38:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T12:38:29.142+09:00</updated><title type='text'>ARgh</title><content type='html'>My god, I hate this job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-25983203965157527?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/25983203965157527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=25983203965157527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/25983203965157527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/25983203965157527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/argh_19.html' title='ARgh'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-8064063686339847611</id><published>2010-11-18T10:08:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T10:08:00.637+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Woot!</title><content type='html'>A day off, a day of sleeping in, and all because high school students are taking their all-important university entrance tests.  Shops and businesses open late, all other students take the day off to keep schools quiet, and I've even heard that airplanes can't take off or land during the listening components.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is, thanks for the time off to run errands and scout trail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-8064063686339847611?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8064063686339847611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=8064063686339847611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8064063686339847611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8064063686339847611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/woot.html' title='Woot!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-883378061712585471</id><published>2010-11-17T23:53:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T01:05:09.656+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Productive</title><content type='html'>They say we learn best from experience, so let's just say I took one for the team here and all of you can skip the fun of cleaning salsa out of your fridge for an hour because you failed to tightly close the cap and put it down sideways on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, since I now know just how annoying that minor mistake has proven to be, it at least tells you that I have finally done something productive with my week and it's all be inspired by vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not mine, sadly.  My friend April is going to Hawaii and then into the field for three days and so I am moving into her place in Itaewon in order to take care of the dog (and take lots and lots of baths.)  Aside from the fact that I am far more inspired to go out and run in the cold when Cooper is along for the ride, it's just fun to have a change of scene.  And a wider variety of restaurants in very close proximity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because let's be honest here - I am a lazy ass when it comes to cooking lately.  In the past month I made it to the grocery store once and bought three things - and that was really only because I ran out of toilet paper and picked up spinach and tomatoes while I was there.  Then I ate the same pasta for four days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since going on vacation (or other people going on vacation) tends to inspire me to clean my place obsessively, I finally was motivated to clean out the fridge.  I was thinking I'd have to eat a weird meal or two and freeze some stuff while I'm off at April's for two weeks, but it turns out that my fridge is basically just there to hold up my toaster oven (which isn't getting a lot of use either) and to store condiments, because aside from mayo and ketchup and parmesan cheese and mustard and capers, my fridge contains two apples, two onions, and about four pieces of bread (which I didn't even buy - they're hash leftovers).  Oh, and some cheese that was a bit moldy, which I cut off so I could the remainder in the freezer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have the day off tomorrow, however, as is so often the case, my planned day of lazing about in bed reading novels and eating chocolate ice cream has turned into a list of things I MUST DO.  I need to get to the post office, pick up my kilt from Samantha and then scout trail (and naturally though I printed off maps of the area at work, I then forgot them there, so I'm going in blind.)  Then Courtnie will pop down from Uijeongbu and I'll show her the trail and perhaps we'll eat.  By then it will be late and I'll need to come home and get to bed because I do have to work Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.  It's just 5 more weeks until Xmas vacation, at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only two weeks until Tim leaves.  Which I have to admit, I am really not looking forward to.  Such is life, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-883378061712585471?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/883378061712585471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=883378061712585471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/883378061712585471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/883378061712585471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/productive.html' title='Productive'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-8059431309629597879</id><published>2010-11-16T22:54:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T23:08:26.365+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogue?  Who Needs Dialogue?</title><content type='html'>Tonight I meant to be productive and instead I watched two movies and uploaded a bunch of pics to Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I watched 2001: A Space Odyssey.  Tim lent me the entire series of books (they are amongst his favourite books) and once I read them, I decided to watch the movies:  2001, 2010 and Wall-E (since it references 2001, Tim tells me.)&lt;blockquote&gt;Amanda: ‎2001 is making space travel look very, very boring.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: And the food looks horrible.&lt;br /&gt;Chris: and the computers want to kill you&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Christ, I'd want to kill myself. This movie is only 2:20 and halfway through it feels like I've been watching it for months. There's been nothing but heavy breathing for the last 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Jenni: It's a weird, weird film! I seem to remember a lot of heavy breathing, monkeys?!! And a manic computer. I still don't know what the hell it was all about!&lt;/blockquote&gt;Overall, it was an odd experience.  It certainly depicts the inevitable boredom that would result from a long space journey with a small crew.  I think that stylistically it was impressive and the soundtrack was great. The lack of talking just makes Hal's voice creepier when he does talk.  I'm really glad I had read the books before seeing this - and I really liked them.  They reminded me of the sci-fi reading I did back when I was a teenager.  Not a lot of character development or symbolism, all pure plot and the wonder of what might be.  I liked 2001 and 2010.  I wasn't too impressed with the first half of 2061 when they visit Halley's Comet, but the second part was interesting.  And I thought 3001 was a good ending to the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim sent me &lt;a href="http://www.kubrick2001.com/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; that explains the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second movie I watched was the documentary Babies.  OMG the cuteness.  Sure, it's a fascinating look into other cultures and a great illustration of how experience is both universal and unique for the four babies in the film.  However, mostly it's super cute babies doing super cute things.  Sometimes with super cute animals in the background.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-8059431309629597879?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8059431309629597879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=8059431309629597879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8059431309629597879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8059431309629597879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/dialogue-who-needs-dialogue.html' title='Dialogue?  Who Needs Dialogue?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-8882790564632641374</id><published>2010-11-15T15:17:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:21:55.211+09:00</updated><title type='text'>G20 Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRe_uKKUI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/IEjdJZWyICc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRe_uKKUI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/IEjdJZWyICc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539657872097028418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRU6U__EI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/mhZH8LlCb8s/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRU6U__EI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/mhZH8LlCb8s/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539657698850634818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRUvehYKI/AAAAAAAAC5I/TOfPAkXi3gQ/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRUvehYKI/AAAAAAAAC5I/TOfPAkXi3gQ/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539657695937781922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRUejMgDI/AAAAAAAAC5A/5L6CoQwBEfE/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRUejMgDI/AAAAAAAAC5A/5L6CoQwBEfE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539657691393982514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRT2cv_WI/AAAAAAAAC44/xcrUICZpE28/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRT2cv_WI/AAAAAAAAC44/xcrUICZpE28/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539657680629529954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRTmqqE9I/AAAAAAAAC4w/Z_sM4naNqZU/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRTmqqE9I/AAAAAAAAC4w/Z_sM4naNqZU/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539657676392895442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G20 being in Seoul barely affected me.  If I didn't live right next to the American army base and just down the road from the Hyatt that Obama stayed at, I might have missed it.  As it was, I saw a lot of buses of riot police in my neighbourhood and not much else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-8882790564632641374?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8882790564632641374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=8882790564632641374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8882790564632641374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8882790564632641374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/g20-pics.html' title='G20 Pics'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODRe_uKKUI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/IEjdJZWyICc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-1422606449111775182</id><published>2010-11-14T15:13:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:17:46.615+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.travbuddy.com/maps/5443236"&gt;I've been to 12% of the world.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That number hasn't moved much in the last couple of years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-1422606449111775182?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1422606449111775182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=1422606449111775182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1422606449111775182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1422606449111775182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/sigh.html' title='Sigh'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-1979113285386323576</id><published>2010-11-13T13:44:00.003+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:16:58.994+09:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas a Dark and Stormy Night...</title><content type='html'>I went off to scout trail, in the cold and the dark, alone. So, sort of like life, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‎'Twas a dark and stormy night when I scouted the YK trail for Saturday. Thunder, lightning and hail cannot stop this hare. After I was tucked up in bed, warming my damp, chilled toes and drinking the best hot chocolate in the universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also amusing - I got one of the millions of G20 policemen to hold my umbrella for me while I fished out my phone from my bag. He was very nice about it. They have their uses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODMbymGexI/AAAAAAAAC4o/AxXKeQy2loo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODMbymGexI/AAAAAAAAC4o/AxXKeQy2loo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539652319475825426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODMbsVEavI/AAAAAAAAC4g/_nbSBhAoEAE/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODMbsVEavI/AAAAAAAAC4g/_nbSBhAoEAE/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539652317793774322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOC60zkcqkI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/Opz08gF2gFU/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOC60t1hXpI/AAAAAAAAC4I/06CsmPqQv6c/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539632956485754514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOC6z5wdd1I/AAAAAAAAC4A/QWA5ULUI1t8/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOC6z5wdd1I/AAAAAAAAC4A/QWA5ULUI1t8/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539632942505883474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOC6zkgdepI/AAAAAAAAC34/Q5fKoSLj91s/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TOC6zkgdepI/AAAAAAAAC34/Q5fKoSLj91s/s400/7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539632936801630866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-1979113285386323576?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/1979113285386323576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=1979113285386323576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1979113285386323576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/1979113285386323576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/twas-dark-and-stormy-night.html' title='&apos;Twas a Dark and Stormy Night...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TODMbymGexI/AAAAAAAAC4o/AxXKeQy2loo/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-8458913696664043718</id><published>2010-11-12T23:16:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T00:56:48.335+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen</title><content type='html'>The Rules: don't take too long to think about it. Fifteen books/movies/ablums/concerts that you've experienced that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen that you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Anne of Green Gables by Lucy Maude Montgomery&lt;br /&gt;2 - Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder&lt;br /&gt;3 - The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell&lt;br /&gt;4 - Maus by Art Spiegelman&lt;br /&gt;5 - Possession by A.S. Byatt&lt;br /&gt;6 - To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee&lt;br /&gt;7 - The Whole Woman by Germaine Greer&lt;br /&gt;8 - Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilber&lt;br /&gt;9 - Alicia: My Story by Alicia Appleman-Jurman&lt;br /&gt;10 - Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe by Bill Bryson&lt;br /&gt;11 - The Handmaid's Tale by Margaret Atwood&lt;br /&gt;12 - A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith&lt;br /&gt;13 - S. by Slavenka Drakulic&lt;br /&gt;14 - Everything is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer&lt;br /&gt;15 - Ramona books by Beverly Cleary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Movies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Steal Magnolias&lt;br /&gt;2. Dirty Dancing&lt;br /&gt;3. Star Wars trilogy&lt;br /&gt;4. Baraka&lt;br /&gt;5. Schindler's List&lt;br /&gt;6. The Neverending Story&lt;br /&gt;7. The Princess Bride&lt;br /&gt;8. Milk&lt;br /&gt;9. Dr. Zhivago&lt;br /&gt;10.Monty Python&lt;br /&gt;11.Indiana Jones (all of them)&lt;br /&gt;12.American History X&lt;br /&gt;13.Wolf Creek&lt;br /&gt;14.Team America&lt;br /&gt;15.Life is Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Albums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Radiohead - Pablo Honey&lt;br /&gt;2. Sarah Harmer - You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;3. Nirvana- Nevermind&lt;br /&gt;4. The Tragically Hip - Live Between Us&lt;br /&gt;5. Sarah McLachlan - Surfacing + Fumbling Towards Ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;6. No Doubt - Tragic Kingdom&lt;br /&gt;7. The Beatles - Revolver (Rubber soul and White album very close runners up)&lt;br /&gt;8. The Joshua Tree, U2&lt;br /&gt;9. Gordon, Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;10. Ani di Franco - So Much Shouting, So Much Laughter&lt;br /&gt;11. Boney M - Nightflight to Venus&lt;br /&gt;12. In Harmony: A Sesame Street Record&lt;br /&gt;13. Natalie Merchant, Tigerlily&lt;br /&gt;14. Hayden - Skyscraper National Park&lt;br /&gt;15. The Fugees - The Score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Concerts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The Cranberries&lt;br /&gt;2.  Ani Di Franco&lt;br /&gt;3.  REM&lt;br /&gt;4.  Radiohead&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hayden&lt;br /&gt;6.  Barenaked Ladies&lt;br /&gt;7.  The Proclaimers&lt;br /&gt;8.  Flaming Lips&lt;br /&gt;9.  The Philosopher Kings&lt;br /&gt;10. Lilith Fair (twice)&lt;br /&gt;11. U2&lt;br /&gt;12. PJ Harvey&lt;br /&gt;13. Hammell on Trial&lt;br /&gt;14. Norah Jones&lt;br /&gt;15. The Delgados&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-8458913696664043718?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8458913696664043718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=8458913696664043718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8458913696664043718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8458913696664043718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/fifteen.html' title='Fifteen'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-8978782732964350986</id><published>2010-11-11T15:42:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:43:30.754+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Lest We Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TNuQTKk__cI/AAAAAAAAC3w/TBvUdyml5PA/s1600/poppies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TNuQTKk__cI/AAAAAAAAC3w/TBvUdyml5PA/s400/poppies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538178825713614274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Remembrance Day back home and Peppero Day here in Korea.  It finds me incredibly over-exhausted.  I may not have partaken of the bottle of vodka we won last night, but there is nothing good about a day of kindergarten on four hours of sleep.  And I have to go scout trail tonight after work, in the dark and the cold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-8978782732964350986?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8978782732964350986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=8978782732964350986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8978782732964350986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8978782732964350986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-remembrance-day-back-home-and.html' title='Lest We Forget'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TNuQTKk__cI/AAAAAAAAC3w/TBvUdyml5PA/s72-c/poppies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-3923748344985434397</id><published>2010-11-10T15:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T15:42:02.395+09:00</updated><title type='text'>G20</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TNuQBtooexI/AAAAAAAAC3o/m5TdDmLc8AY/s1600/harper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TNuQBtooexI/AAAAAAAAC3o/m5TdDmLc8AY/s400/harper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538178525886446354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://koreatimes.co.kr/www/news/biz/2010/11/301_76065.html"&gt;Get to know your G20 leaders.&lt;/a&gt;  Here's hoping that it doesn't disrupt my weekend with nasty traffic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-3923748344985434397?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/3923748344985434397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=3923748344985434397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3923748344985434397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/3923748344985434397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/g20.html' title='G20'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/TNuQBtooexI/AAAAAAAAC3o/m5TdDmLc8AY/s72-c/harper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-6315351522012524333</id><published>2010-11-09T15:24:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T15:26:17.236+09:00</updated><title type='text'>When?!?</title><content type='html'>When did I get this tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it that my weekends are full of hashing?  Is it that I can't handle working mornings when I'm such a night owl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that my plans for when I get home tonight involve one episode of TV, hopefully 100 pages of 2061 (to finish it off) and then bed, preferably before 10 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm finally not just in my 30s, but acting like I'm in my 30s.  Or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-6315351522012524333?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6315351522012524333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=6315351522012524333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6315351522012524333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6315351522012524333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/when.html' title='When?!?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-8296811849224284234</id><published>2010-11-08T15:26:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:28:50.034+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies Are Awesome</title><content type='html'>I finally got around to watching Shaun of the Dead.  Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how many good movies I've missed out on, having lived overseas so long and hence had little opportunity to hear about, or see in the theater, western movies.  I seldom even get around to watching things I do have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps now that it's getting cold...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-8296811849224284234?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/8296811849224284234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=8296811849224284234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8296811849224284234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/8296811849224284234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/zombies-are-awesome.html' title='Zombies Are Awesome'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-6748506181764978087</id><published>2010-11-07T20:25:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:26:18.158+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Goin' Hashing</title><content type='html'>I have a 10K race in a week.  Argh!  However, I walked the hash trail yesterday (all stairs) and did a 14k one today, so I think it should be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers crossed.  I haven't been training as I should.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-6748506181764978087?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6748506181764978087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=6748506181764978087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6748506181764978087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6748506181764978087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/goin-hashing.html' title='Goin&apos; Hashing'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22922082.post-6366146245286013364</id><published>2010-11-06T15:23:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T15:24:10.380+09:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediscovered Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.slate.com/id/2272784/slideshow/2272861/fs/0//entry/2272862/"&gt;From the Spanish Civil War.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22922082-6366146245286013364?l=life-suitcase.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/feeds/6366146245286013364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22922082&amp;postID=6366146245286013364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6366146245286013364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22922082/posts/default/6366146245286013364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://life-suitcase.blogspot.com/2010/11/rediscovered-photos.html' title='Rediscovered Photos'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09215460807321949806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vDJkASnmxxE/R0UHrVnj0GI/AAAAAAAAAR8/yVPCi3FX9WY/s320/n627165261_1700510_408+(2).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
