<?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-6351634849372854826</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:38:57.126-05:00</updated><category term='education'/><category term='economics'/><category term='travel'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='personal'/><category term='China'/><category term='news'/><category term='feminism'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='books'/><category term='Mount Holyoke'/><category term='politics'/><category term='family'/><category term='history'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='science'/><category term='cancer_scare'/><title type='text'>I Trip Over Things</title><subtitle type='html'>more often than i like to admit to</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>260</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8295481482615076823</id><published>2010-12-11T18:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T18:07:56.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I was a Women's Studies major...</title><content type='html'>While reorganizing some things on my bookshelf today, I came across a paper with the following written on it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is heterosexual marriage a patriarchal institution inconsistent with the recognition of women as persons?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Re-imagining families as groups of adults who have responsibility for a child regardless of sexual relationships."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8295481482615076823?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8295481482615076823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8295481482615076823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8295481482615076823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8295481482615076823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-was-womens-studies-major.html' title='I was a Women&apos;s Studies major...'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8349616217160584663</id><published>2010-11-21T19:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:23:05.087-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feminism'/><title type='text'>Old news? Perhaps.</title><content type='html'>Ok, this series is almost two months old now, but I still think it's worth considering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2270053/entry/2270054/"&gt;@Slate&lt;/a&gt; on feminism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted the link on my FB page and the following discussion ensued with a college classmate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "I was having just this debate yesterday at lunch. What do you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "About Sarah Palin &amp; others adopting the label? On that I am conflicted. I do believe that it's a big enough tent that feminists don't have to all believe the same thing. On the other hand, it is different to acknowledge that you have benefi...ted from feminism and to think that there is still work to be done. I know that SP benefited from feminism, but I'm not sure she thinks there is still work to be done to dismantle patriarchy, promote equality for all, build a society where a range of choices are celebrated and available/acceptable for both women and men. (At least that's not what I hear coming out of her mouth.) My feminism is so tied to social justice issues (cycle of poverty, educational inequality, reproductive rights/choices, health care, social services, gay rights, marriage equality, etc. and the responsibility we all hold for one another) that it's hard for me to consider SP a feminist, since we clearly do not agree on these issues. I don't think I can consider SP a feminist until the work is done, society has been changed, until the things I believe in are not considered cutting edge/progressive. Then we can be slower about change. (Though I sense that by that time, if that ever happens, feminism will have found some new drums to beat.) If she wants to adopt the label, that's fine, but I don't have to agree with that adoption."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "My friend was arguing that, especially to women who are in communities where it isn't even yet acceptable to be a working mother, Sarah Palin complicates the traditional idea of womanhood to such an extent that she can be understood as a fe...minist. But I can't make that move. Like you, I think you have to not simply be an example of equality but actually promote a system that is just and non-patriarchal in order to "count" as a feminist. And while I don't believe there is any sort of litmus test (as you said, the tent can be quite large), I don't think that you can actively campaign against programs and policies that would make the world a better place for women and get to call yourself a feminist. And the fact that she bases her participation on her status as a mother is also problematic to me. I mean, that's the whole idea of republican motherhood (in the classical sense, not the contemporary idea of republican v. democrat): you get to participate in politics through raising children. While Palin's version goes a bit beyond Rousseau's because she thinks that women can directly participate in politics, it is still on the basis of being a mother. Isn't part of the point of feminism that women are not ONLY mothers? I was at a talk with Gloria Steinem on Friday and she said, when confronted with a question about Palin: "it's a testament to the success of the feminist movement that our enemies feel they have to dress up like us in order to succeed" (or something to that effect). I can appreciate that to a certain sector of society, Sarah Palin has made the idea of a powerful woman somehow palatable, but I think she's watered down feminism to such an extent that it has little or no meaning left if we can use it to apply to her and her grizzlies. Maybe you're right: if we had already accomplished all of the goals of the women's movement, we could talk about considering Palin a feminist, but I think she actually turns back the clock on many of the very programs that benefitted her. There are definitely Republican women who would count as feminists (and good role models) for me, but Palin just isn't one of them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I like what Gloria said, that's clever. And I totally hear you on the connection to republican motherhood, a concept so heavily emphasized with my AP US History students. I also struggle, quite frankly, with Palin's stand on abortion. Again..., there are and can be feminists who are pro-life, but I am bothered by the fact that she has stated in public that she struggled with whether to continue her pregnancy when she found out her son would have Downs Syndrome. I don't have a problem with the struggle or with her decision. I have a problem with the fact that she apparently feels that her outcome should be everyone's outcome. Palin thought about it and decided what is best for her and her family. Why should I not have the same right? The abortion debate also always seems to be at odds with the Republican platform in general: 'Less government regulation! (Unless it has to do with queers or abortion. Then, more is better.)'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: "Do you think you can be completely pro-life and a feminist? I can see being a feminist and being against abortion for yourself or thinking it is wrong, or thinking that in a perfect world there would be no need for abortion, etc. But as so...on as you make that choice for someone else, I don't see how you can still see yourself as a feminist. So maybe I do think there is a litmus test! Anyway, it's a tough discussion because I really do see the need for diverse role models, and conservative women should have every right to see their views represented. And more women in power has to be a good thing. But why then try to co-opt the label of feminist? Just admit you're not one and leave those of us who are to fight our own fight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "they" adopt the label with the hope of co-opting the term and thereby making it mean nothing. Great convo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8349616217160584663?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8349616217160584663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8349616217160584663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8349616217160584663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8349616217160584663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/11/old-news-perhaps.html' title='Old news? Perhaps.'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-2183865473536183994</id><published>2010-11-19T07:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T07:29:41.837-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Teachers</title><content type='html'>Bill Gates is sometimes a tool. Article on what he thinks is the answer to the money problem: step increases and increased pay for teachers with masters degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only way out, he says, is by rethinking the way the nation’s $500 billion annual expenditures on public schools is allocated. About $50 billion pays for seniority-based annual salary increases for teachers, he says. The nation spends an additional $9 billion annually to pay salary increases to teachers with master’s degrees, he says."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(from &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/19/us/19gates.html?ref=education"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing, though. I was required by No Child Left Behind to get that masters degree, to prove that I am "highly qualified." I took out loans to complete that degree, $36,000 by the time it was done, for tuition and living expenses while attending a state university. Most jobs, if you have advanced schooling, that translates to a higher salary. Don't teachers deserve that too, especially in light of the fact that it's a job requirement?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-2183865473536183994?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2183865473536183994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=2183865473536183994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2183865473536183994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2183865473536183994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/11/teachers.html' title='Teachers'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3166773457825924084</id><published>2010-10-29T09:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T09:17:34.329-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>"On Punctuation"</title><content type='html'>not for me the dogma of the period&lt;br /&gt;preaching order and a sure conclusion&lt;br /&gt;and no not for me the prissy&lt;br /&gt;formality or tight-lipped fence&lt;br /&gt;of the colon and as for the semi-&lt;br /&gt;colon call it what it is&lt;br /&gt;a period slumming&lt;br /&gt;with the commas&lt;br /&gt;a poser at the bar&lt;br /&gt;feigning liberation with one hand&lt;br /&gt;tightening the leash with the other&lt;br /&gt;oh give me the headlong run-on&lt;br /&gt;fragment dangling its feet&lt;br /&gt;over the edge give me the sly&lt;br /&gt;comma with its come-hither&lt;br /&gt;wave teasing all the characters&lt;br /&gt;on either side give me ellipses&lt;br /&gt;not just a gang of periods&lt;br /&gt;a trail of possibilities&lt;br /&gt;or give me the sweet interrupting dash&lt;br /&gt;the running leaping joining dash all the voices&lt;br /&gt;gleeing out over one another&lt;br /&gt;oh if I must&lt;br /&gt;punctuate&lt;br /&gt;give me the YIPPEE&lt;br /&gt;of the exclamation point&lt;br /&gt;give me give me the curling&lt;br /&gt;cupping curve mounting the period&lt;br /&gt;with voluptuous uncertainty&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Elizabeth Austen, from &lt;u&gt;The Girl Who Goes Alone&lt;/u&gt;. Seattle: Floating Bridge Press, 2010.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3166773457825924084?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3166773457825924084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3166773457825924084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3166773457825924084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3166773457825924084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-punctuation.html' title='&quot;On Punctuation&quot;'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7555064102709930834</id><published>2010-10-22T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T19:30:44.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids &amp; Bullying &amp; the "It Gets Better" Project</title><content type='html'>As a middle-schooler, I was bullied. This is not a unique experience. As a high school student, one of my best friends came out to me and also told me that he was thinking about killing himself. I don't quite remember what happened next, but I know that I told my mom, who presumably told someone else. Thankfully, my friend did not kill himself. He is alive and well and leading an interesting, varied, fulfilling life in New York City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a teacher. Ever since my first year of teaching, when I was an intern, my students have come to me when they were feeling threatened. Maybe it's because I'm still awkward enough that they can see the shadow of the bullied girl inside. Maybe it's because I will not let them say derogatory things to one another or make comments like "That's so gay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K was a junior. She IM'ed me in a panic. Someone had been calling her house, accusing her of checking out other girls at the Homecoming Dance (which she had attended, ironically, with her boyfriend). K had dated girls in the past, with little to no reaction from her peers, so she was stunned and hurt and very upset by this new reaction. She called me on the phone, crying, but begged me not to tell anyone else about it. I told her I wasn't sure I could do that and ended up relaying the information to a guidance counselor at the school. This school was one that took the safety of its students very seriously, especially with this incident coming less than 1 year after a student killed himself. They put some pieces together and decided that there was a larger pattern of generalized bullying going on at the school. They called an all-school assembly, after which the issue was discussed in our advisory groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where things get interesting, to me, in dealing with the issue of bullying. Yes, it's important to reach out to the bullied and make them feel better, and yes, we have to convey to the bullies that their behavior is unacceptable, but there is a larger group out there: the bystanders. Those who do not get involved, who do not say anything for fear of being sucked into being bullied themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My juniors got together after the assembly and started to generally bitch and moan about the topic. "Like what am I supposed to do?" In what was not my finest moment as a teacher, and full of the memory of being picked on in middle school, I snapped back at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get it, but you don't have to be their best friend. All you have to do is provide a little cover. You know exactly who those kids are that are being bullied, let's not pretend otherwise. All you have to do is be friendly -- would it kill you to say hi to them in the hallway? Sit next to them in class or in the lunchroom? You two are on the football team. You really think someone's going to come mess with you for being friends with a target? You have to say something when someone is getting picked on and I know it's hard, but it's also easy. 'Knock it off. Don't say that. Lay off.'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to live in the kind of community where you don't have to worry about being picked on, you also have to make the kids responsible for keeping other kids from being picked on. The bystanders have to step up and we have to help them do it. We must all be responsible for one another.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7555064102709930834?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7555064102709930834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7555064102709930834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7555064102709930834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7555064102709930834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/10/kids-bullying-it-gets-better-project.html' title='Kids &amp; Bullying &amp; the &quot;It Gets Better&quot; Project'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-1113445241857696930</id><published>2010-09-06T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:26:17.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching &amp; Learning</title><content type='html'>I wonder if by making the kids read &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/07/health/views/07mind.html?hp"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;, you could change their study habits and improve their grades? Hmm. (from the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-1113445241857696930?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1113445241857696930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=1113445241857696930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1113445241857696930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1113445241857696930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/09/teaching-learning.html' title='Teaching &amp; Learning'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4667396472245893783</id><published>2010-09-05T18:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T18:20:03.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of Summer</title><content type='html'>It's Labor Day weekend, the unofficial end of the summer. Of course, there are still a few weeks until the equinox, but we're definitely on the slow slide into cool weather and shorter days. Summer weather is done -- no more 90 degrees days, I think. Last night, the temperature dropped into the 50s, which made for some nice sleeping weather. (Sleeping weather, though not actual sleeping, unfortunately.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been spending spare time knitting -- lots of baby hats, since I know at least 6 people who are pregnant. Also spending time pulling together a new version of my philosophy of education statement and some actual good, solid cover letters, ones that say what I want to say about education and teaching. The 2009 job search was such a wild, desperate adventure; I would prefer not to do it that way ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What questions do you ask (can you ask) to find out if the administration/supervision situation is good or nutty ahead of time? This is the next sort of thing to figure out. Now that I've had really good supervision, I would like to continue that. I've been spoiled, in a way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4667396472245893783?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4667396472245893783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4667396472245893783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4667396472245893783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4667396472245893783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-summer.html' title='The End of Summer'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-1781388490194047325</id><published>2010-08-30T16:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T16:50:19.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma'am</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/29/weekinreview/29angier.html"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/29/weekinreview/29angier.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the first time I got ma'am-ed:&lt;br /&gt;After moving to southern Maryland, I was in the classroom and one of my 10th graders said something borderline rude. I gave him the hairy eyeball and a warning that he had crossed the line. He answered back, "Yes, ma'am." It seriously took me a minute or two to figure out if he was messing around. Having come from New England, I had never been "ma'am-ed" before. It continued to drive me nuts for a while, like not being allowed to open my own door if I got there first, but eventually, it wore me down. Now I just resent it because I still want to be a "miss," which is an age thing, not a politeness thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-1781388490194047325?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1781388490194047325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=1781388490194047325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1781388490194047325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1781388490194047325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/08/maam.html' title='Ma&apos;am'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-5001953506253205349</id><published>2010-08-25T12:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T12:41:52.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Once</title><content type='html'>I was famous once: &lt;a href="http://www.mtholyoke.edu/news/stories/5682258"&gt;http://www.mtholyoke.edu/news/stories/5682258&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-5001953506253205349?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5001953506253205349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=5001953506253205349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5001953506253205349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5001953506253205349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/08/once.html' title='Once'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3545840610963880712</id><published>2010-08-06T19:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T19:45:22.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheesh</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, huh? Much like some friends who are recommitting to the blogging, I shall try, I shall try. Latest accomplishments?&lt;br /&gt;- A few good dates. Though said dates ended in the classic, "You're great, but...", I still had fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;- Sewing to fix some clothing issues. Bought a skirt a few months ago which is now too large in the waist, thanks to losing some weight from running. On the advice of friends, I made two button holes in the waistband &amp;amp; threaded through a piece of 5/8" double-faced satin ribbon. Ta da! Drawstring &amp;amp; skirt that fits better.&lt;br /&gt;- Bought a different skirt last week, which promptly had an issue with one of the side seams. Now, however, it's also fixed. Whipstitch, dude.&lt;br /&gt;- Scheduled an audition for a local choral group. Yes, I'm a choral snob (thanks to my high school &amp;amp; college choral conductors for that one), but I'm also ready for the fun and companionship of singing again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3545840610963880712?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3545840610963880712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3545840610963880712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3545840610963880712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3545840610963880712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/08/sheesh.html' title='Sheesh'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-454905020322003692</id><published>2010-05-16T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:51:42.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emily Dickinson</title><content type='html'>I took a class on Emily Dickinson in college, one of the best classes I took. We met at her house (!) in Amherst, MA. I learned a ton and having access to her house &amp;amp; the Evergreens next door was an excellent side-effect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ED seems to be pretty popular these days, with a few articles published in the NYT recently:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/05/16/arts/design/16emily.html"&gt;"My Hero, the Outlaw of Amherst"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/30/arts/design/30dickinson.html"&gt;"The Poet as Gardener and Tigerlily"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a slideshow on the ED garden exhibition: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2010/04/28/arts/20100430-dickinson-slideshow.html?ref=design"&gt;"Emily Dickinson's Garden"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting pretty excited to head back to my very own campus for my 10-year college reunion. So many lovely people will be there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-454905020322003692?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/454905020322003692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=454905020322003692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/454905020322003692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/454905020322003692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/05/emily-dickinson.html' title='Emily Dickinson'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4926626970952207608</id><published>2010-04-27T20:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:16:37.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Running...</title><content type='html'>Though I have not posted about anything recently, I have still been keeping up with the pursuits of knitting, running, and working. :) Perhaps working is not so much a pursuit as a necessity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, after two or three weeks stuck on Week 4 of the Couch-to-5K training program, I was getting frustrated. No results = no good. I decided to take a big rewind after the time change and begin again. This was one super-excellent idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been running again for about 5 weeks and finished Week 5, Day 2 today. That's two 8-min runs, for anyone who is keeping track. The mileage is steadily increasing and so is the total time running. Whoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/self-congratulatory post :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4926626970952207608?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4926626970952207608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4926626970952207608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4926626970952207608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4926626970952207608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/04/still-running.html' title='Still Running...'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3667435592078663327</id><published>2010-04-11T13:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:31:49.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way the World Works</title><content type='html'>I find, more and more, that I am disappointed with the way the world works. I am sad for a friend today; it does not seem fair that she has lost her dad suddenly and so close to the birth of her first child, his first grandchild. And all of this is in addition to her having lost her mom (also suddenly) when she was in college.  WTF, universe?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3667435592078663327?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3667435592078663327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3667435592078663327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3667435592078663327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3667435592078663327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/04/way-world-works.html' title='The Way the World Works'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7567657883642292979</id><published>2010-03-11T19:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T19:55:44.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://open.salon.com/blog/maureenow/2010/03/11/movie_teachers_vs_real_teachers"&gt;Movie Teachers vs. Real Teachers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2247300/"&gt;The Death and Life of the Great American School System&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7567657883642292979?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7567657883642292979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7567657883642292979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7567657883642292979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7567657883642292979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-teaching.html' title='Oh, Teaching'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-5350600075303480475</id><published>2010-03-11T16:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:37:35.888-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>Totally, totally &lt;a href="http://www.evenfromhere.org/?p=1327&amp;amp;utm_source=feedburner&amp;amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+RemoteAccess+%28Remote+Access%29"&gt;awesome&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wonder Wheel, a Google feature I had no idea existed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-5350600075303480475?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5350600075303480475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=5350600075303480475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5350600075303480475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5350600075303480475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8584465050582032428</id><published>2010-03-06T13:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:47:14.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/06/world/europe/06iht-ffscience.html?hpw"&gt;Article&lt;/a&gt; in the NYT on women in science and math fields, including professorships -- a brief, unexplored sentence: "In dozens of conversations with women scientists and technology executives from the United States, Europe and Asia, a pattern emerged: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Many attended single-sex schools&lt;/span&gt; and a significant number had scientist parents." (Emphasis added.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya think? See: women's colleges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtholyoke.edu/acad/science.shtml"&gt;From MHC's website&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;From 1966 to 2004, according to the NSF’s Survey of Earned Doctorates, Mount Holyoke graduated more women than any other liberal arts college who went on to get U.S. doctorates in the physical and life sciences (356 and 109, respectively). This puts Mount Holyoke in the top 2 percent of all colleges and universities--even major research universities with at least double the enrollment and faculty.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Among all colleges and universities, Mount Holyoke ranks eighth (tied with Stanford and Wellesley) in the number of graduates who earned U.S. doctorates in physics from 1966 to 2004; ninth in chemistry; and sixteenth in biology.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Why thanks, NYT. Could you explore that one a little more next time, please? That's probably more significant than all of your goings on about "biological clock" this and "stereotypes" that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8584465050582032428?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8584465050582032428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8584465050582032428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8584465050582032428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8584465050582032428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/ya-think.html' title='Ya Think?'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3665295853344347508</id><published>2010-03-05T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T21:16:37.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascinating</title><content type='html'>- NPR story on &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=124251060"&gt;obsolete jobs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- NPR story on &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=124208127"&gt;a gay documentary&lt;/a&gt; from 1978&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3665295853344347508?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3665295853344347508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3665295853344347508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3665295853344347508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3665295853344347508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/03/fascinating.html' title='Fascinating'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-5798847645659738339</id><published>2010-02-19T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:19:18.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insert Clever Title Here</title><content type='html'>Though sidetracked temporarily by the epic snowfall in the DC area, I have continued the running training program. I even dragged myself out of bed to run on Thursday before work. Week 3, day 2 tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two bits of commercial-related commentary:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mazda is advertising some sort of car as "wicked fun." Go New England slang!&lt;br /&gt;2. TLC is advertising a show called "Four Weddings," which looks awful from the perspective of women picking at each other and also in supporting the wedding-industrial complex. Outside of that, the title of the show just makes me want to add "and a Funeral" every time it gets repeated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-5798847645659738339?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5798847645659738339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=5798847645659738339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5798847645659738339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5798847645659738339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/insert-clever-title-here.html' title='Insert Clever Title Here'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-6751028293408717016</id><published>2010-02-13T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T16:40:43.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Roll</title><content type='html'>Article in the NYT about the politics of the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/14/magazine/14texbooks-t.html?em"&gt;social studies topic review in Texas&lt;/a&gt;. Why I hate this: Texas put out a set of standards for the entire state on a given subject. Those standards are then used for a state list of acceptable textbooks. All school districts in the state must choose from the list. Texas and California are the largest states which do this. Textbook publishers want to be on their list, so that they get bought in these large school districts. Textbook publishers tailor their books so that they get on the Texas and California lists. Practically every school district in the country, therefore, uses books that are published for the benefit of Texas and California, and they drive the entire nation's curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-6751028293408717016?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6751028293408717016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=6751028293408717016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6751028293408717016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6751028293408717016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/eye-roll.html' title='Eye Roll'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-2940076720554761263</id><published>2010-02-02T19:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:27:48.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Blogs</title><content type='html'>In this case, it's all about &lt;a href="http://www.sweet-juniper.com/2010/02/brief-rant-about-my-tone-deaf-family.html"&gt;the commentary&lt;/a&gt; on "The Sound of Music" at the end... particularly the part about Liesl...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-2940076720554761263?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2940076720554761263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=2940076720554761263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2940076720554761263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2940076720554761263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/02/other-blogs.html' title='Other Blogs'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-9174404485344951197</id><published>2010-01-30T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:43:57.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually Trying New Things...</title><content type='html'>On March 18 of last year, I &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying-new-things.html"&gt;wrote&lt;/a&gt; that I wanted to try the &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;Couch to 5K program&lt;/a&gt;. I did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, inspired by the various physical accomplishments of friends Beth (who trained for and ran an entire marathon) and Katie (who trained for a breast cancer 3-Day, though she was rained out of much of her actual walk), I have actually started it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I walked/ran on Monday, Thursday, and today. Monday, I finished about 1/3 of the intervals, Thursday finished 1/2, and today finished an entire week 1 session! I feel incredibly proud of myself so far. Some of the women who I work with are runners and they are encouraging and are going to sign up with me for a 5K in May, as soon as we figure out which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to week 2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I present to you three odd stories from NPR from the week:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=122781981&amp;amp;sc=fb&amp;amp;cc=fp"&gt;Why we make the wrong choice&lt;/a&gt;: an overloaded brain&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=122810679&amp;amp;sc=fb&amp;amp;cc=fp"&gt;Finding a picture of Phineas Gage&lt;/a&gt;, a man who had a railroad spike driven through his skull in 1848 and lived to tell the tale, albeit with a different personality&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=122880263&amp;amp;sc=fb&amp;amp;cc=fp"&gt;The formula for perfect parallel parking&lt;/a&gt;: apparently it's all about the math (shocker)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy birthday this week to a few of my favorite people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-9174404485344951197?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9174404485344951197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=9174404485344951197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/9174404485344951197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/9174404485344951197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/actually-trying-new-things.html' title='Actually Trying New Things...'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7043342470211343878</id><published>2010-01-24T17:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T17:07:31.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipies!</title><content type='html'>I feel a little like my friend Jen when I post recipes, but I'm not trying to steal her thunder. Just explaining what I did with my weekend. Yesterday, I made crumpets and today, I made quiche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Crumpets&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;2 c. warm water&lt;br /&gt;2 c. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 T. or packet dry yeast&lt;br /&gt;1 t. salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing and Rising:&lt;br /&gt;Pour the water in a mixing bowl. Blend in 1 c. of the flour and the yeast. Allow this mixture to grow and develop for 10-15 min before you add the balance of the flour and the salt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix the batter thoroughly, cover with a damp towel or plastic wrap, and let rise for 1 to 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaping:&lt;br /&gt;After the batter has doubled in size, stir it down and let it rest for 5 min while you heat your griddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In England and certain places in America, you can buy rings to cook crumpets in, but we can approximate them by using tuna-sized cans with the tops and bottoms cut out. Clean them thoroughly and grease with butter. You can also buy the rings from various specialty places online. I got mine through the King Arthur Flour website.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking:&lt;br /&gt;Lightly grease and then heat your griddle over medium-low heat. Place as many rings on it as you have room for. Fill each ring with about 1/4 inch of batter (about 1/4 cup in my rings, which are 3.75 inches in diameter). The batter should be thin enough so that holes develop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cook until the batter is beginning to dry on top and brown on the bottom, about 6-7 min. Remove the rings, flip the crumpets, and finish cooking. This will take 1-2 min.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to toast mine and add Nutella. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quiche&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basic Formula of Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 pie crust, prebaked for extra crispness, but not necessary&lt;br /&gt;3 to 4 eggs&lt;br /&gt;3 T. flour&lt;br /&gt;1 to 1.5 c. liquid (milk, evaporated milk, buttermilk, yogurt, sour cream, cream, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;1.5 to 2 c. cooked, chopped veggies and/or meat&lt;br /&gt;1.5 c. grated cheese (anything goes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep the custard:&lt;br /&gt;Combine the eggs, flour, and liquid. Pour some on the bottom of your crust to seal it and keep the juices from soaking in. Strew the pie shell with veggies, meat, etc. and then sprinkle and cheese over all. Pour the remainder of the custard over the whole thing and bake for 35 to 40 min at 375 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I used leeks &amp;amp; feta cheese. Tasty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7043342470211343878?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7043342470211343878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7043342470211343878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7043342470211343878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7043342470211343878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/recipies.html' title='Recipies!'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-2965553042655322836</id><published>2010-01-17T20:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:40:29.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>One of the best parts about my job is the weekend. That's because I don't do work on the weekend. It's pretty glorious. I gave up summer, but in return, I got evenings and weekends. I'm still getting used to it, I admit, which sometimes leaves me at loose ends. But I'm getting better at it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend? All MHC, all the time. I saw 6 MHC alums in less than 24 hours, in 3 different social situations: a party to celebrate the adoption of a classmate's child, coffee this morning, then brunch today. I'm counting down to Reunion, excited about the fun that will be had by my classmates who can make it. Those who aren't able to come will miss lots of fun, but I know that they'll be there in spirit. Need to figure out how to get more stuff online so that lots of people can participate virtually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love for "North by Northwest" -- a true mid-century movie. Google would have cleared up the whole "mistaken identity" conceit quickly &amp;amp; that fun on the train? Never would have happened. Also digging "Ocean's 13" tonight. It's been a while since I saw that movie in the theater.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-2965553042655322836?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2965553042655322836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=2965553042655322836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2965553042655322836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2965553042655322836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/weekends.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7100413732547379611</id><published>2010-01-15T20:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T20:17:13.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti and all the rest of it</title><content type='html'>Haiti. Oy. I read &lt;u&gt;Mountains Beyond Mountains&lt;/u&gt; last year. Poor Haiti, in so many many ways. And now this earthquake. The quacks all came out to play. I won't be mentioning the name of one of those quacks, as he doesn't need any more publicity than he already gets, but I do love the fact that the Minneapolis Star-Tribune has &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/blogs/thetwo-way/2010/01/the_devil_writes_pat_robertson.html?sc=fb&amp;amp;cc=fp"&gt;published a letter&lt;/a&gt; written by "the Devil" back to him. You should read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking this week about what happens when people can't get their shit together, how people deal with major (and minor) events, how to be brave. More on that later, maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7100413732547379611?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7100413732547379611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7100413732547379611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7100413732547379611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7100413732547379611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti-and-all-rest-of-it.html' title='Haiti and all the rest of it'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-663882449443112881</id><published>2010-01-12T20:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T21:24:13.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the Shuffle</title><content type='html'>Thinking today about what happens when things get lost in the shuffle, proverbial or actual. How information can get missed and become either tragic or funny when the truth comes out later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine somehow missed the fact that my brothers are twins. How? I have no idea. As another friend put it, "Um, that's the thing to know about your brothers." I guess when your friends haven't actually met your siblings in person, it would be difficult to miss. On the other hand, I feel like I always talk about them as a unit. Perhaps that's just how it seems to me, since clearly it was a fact that was missed. How did this missed piece of information come out? I showed him a picture of the two of them from M's wedding this summer. His response? "Wow, they look... a lot alike!." "Um, because they're twins?" "No, really?!?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just one example, of the funny variety. We'll see if I can come up with a tragic example, though I'm sure I've posted about one before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I'll be happy when my birthday's over in 43 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-663882449443112881?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/663882449443112881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=663882449443112881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/663882449443112881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/663882449443112881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-in-shuffle.html' title='Lost in the Shuffle'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4450787668957830458</id><published>2010-01-10T19:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T19:03:33.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Add Another</title><content type='html'>Add another date to the things that I'm looking forward to this year: the family reunion in July. It's our 4th annual and it, like the others, promises to be fun. There's food and beer and loud people and pictures and card games. Bring it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4450787668957830458?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4450787668957830458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4450787668957830458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4450787668957830458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4450787668957830458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/add-another.html' title='Add Another'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4569356821224729733</id><published>2010-01-01T13:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:09:54.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Actually the New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy actual new year now. I did not get the quarter, but it's probably better that my uncle did anyway. He could use it more, I'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to look forward to this year? My 10-year college reunion. That's going to be one fun weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking with a friend earlier this week about traditions that my family has for the holidays. Here's one of my favorites, a card game that we call "Boofoo." (Note: spelling is not guaranteed. The rest of the world calls this game "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oh,_hell"&gt;Oh Hell&lt;/a&gt;" or something else entirely...) We have been playing this game after every large family meal ever since I can remember. There is score-keeping, trick-taking, trash-talking, and no one plays nicely. What I mean by that is that no one's going to let you win just because we're related or you married into the family. Dad used to keep score (and win too, but that had more to do with his phenomenal memory) and now my brother tends to do so. Some of my best family memories are wrapped up in these games, laughing and being rowdy around the dining room table.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4569356821224729733?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4569356821224729733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4569356821224729733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4569356821224729733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4569356821224729733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2010/01/actually-new-year.html' title='Actually the New Year'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-1694452332796186185</id><published>2009-12-31T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:35:20.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Or, perhaps at this point, happy end of 2009. It was quite a year, one of much uncertainty and unhappiness at times, but good things happened too. Many friends had babies, my brother got married, I found a new job and got to stay put in Maryland. I learned how to knit socks, gave away more baby hats than I can count, stayed in touch with old friends and made new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopes for the new year? Happiness, healthiness, and continued good relationships with friends and family. I would like to get the quarter this year... we shall see what happens tomorrow, what the report is. See, it's a tradition in our family, a mere one week after Christmas, to gather for yet another large meal, on New Year's Day. We have been known to pack upwards of 30 people in the house for this meal (which is not unlike the crowd at Greek Easter, come to think of it). One feature of this meal is the finding of the coin for New Year's. Someone in the family makes a big pan of spanikopita (or another sort, we're not that picky). Underneath the bottom layer of phyllo dough goes a quarter wrapped in waxed paper. After it is baked, someone cuts the pita into pieces and then lifts them out of the pan one at a time, checking the underside for the wrapped coin. Each piece is "named" for a member of the family, from oldest to youngest. (Folks who are lucky enough to marry in get included.) The story goes that if it's your piece that has the coin, you get good luck for the year. I have never gotten the coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All-in-all, a thoroughly low-key New Year's Eve. Never a holiday that I have enjoyed tons, today spent working, doing a few crosswords, watching Hitchcock movies on TCM, and winding sock yarn into balls (yes, really -- I got a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Royal-Knitting-Skein-Winder-clamp/dp/B0019VUU3Q/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=home-garden&amp;amp;qid=1262313245&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;ball winder&lt;/a&gt; for Christmas, though do not own a swift, at least not yet).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-1694452332796186185?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1694452332796186185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=1694452332796186185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1694452332796186185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1694452332796186185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7366666276945625062</id><published>2009-12-29T15:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T15:55:52.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I sure do adore vacation. I have not thought about work (much) in the last week and am truly thankful for the fact that I get to "work from home" for the next few days. Christmas in NH was a time of much family, many card games, a lot of food, and a dash of silliness. As usual, it was all about food: Christmas Eve appetizer/dessert gathering, Christmas morning bran muffins (laugh all you want, this is a treat), Christmas day food-food-food, &amp;amp; dinner at a few favorite local restaurants. I got to see a few dear friends, some of whom live very far away, and had fun, as usual, with my crazy, open, loud, loving family. I got to meet my new niece, who is only 2-ish weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most memorable moment of my time in NH? Seeing surfers. Yes, surfers, in the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of NH, where the water is 40-ish degrees at the end of December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about weeding out my book collection (which was added to over the holiday): "&lt;a href="http://roomfordebate.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/12/27/books-you-can-live-without/"&gt;Books You Can Live Without&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud of the fact that I actually left enough room in my suitcase for my Christmas gifts to make it home, no extra bag required. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7366666276945625062?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7366666276945625062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7366666276945625062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7366666276945625062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7366666276945625062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-1527239344985375593</id><published>2009-12-23T16:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T16:17:03.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing</title><content type='html'>Hallelujah. I have made it to Christmas. I enjoy my job, but it's time for a few days off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am able to work from home for the next few weeks when I'm not on actual vacation, which is nice. I have spent today grading + packing things for my trip home to NH. It's going to be the first trip that I'm taking with my new suitcase. I used to have a tiny little 21" suitcase for small trips -- I was really good at packing that sucker. I once too that suitcase for an 8 day trip to Seattle. Granted, it was summertime, but it was a tight fit. The new suitcase is slightly larger, 24", I think, but man, what a difference 3" makes. Winter clothes, but a shorter trip and still with room to spare, room to bring home Christmas presents. It's the first time since 2000 that I have flown home for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so incredibly excited to go home for Christmas, to see my family and meet my cousin's new daughter, to catch up with old friends, some of whom I have not seen in a tragically long time. (Scary too, that, but I'm certain it will generate some funny stories.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas approaches, I have been listening non-stop to Winterbloom, a group that is made up of 4 women, two of whom are some of my favorite singer-songwriters -- Meg Hutchinson &amp;amp; Antje Duvekot. Not that the other two aren't fab, I'm sure, but I hadn't listened to them before this album. :P At any rate, the songs on the short album are excellent: "Winterbloom: Traditions Rearranged." Particularly love this line, from Antje's song "Thanks for the Roses": "Your gift was three sizes too small, when have you ever seen me wear a thong?!?" Though I also love this line, from "Rexroth's Daughter": "Life is a thump-ripe melon, so sweet and such a mess."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, travel safely, and happy holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-1527239344985375593?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1527239344985375593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=1527239344985375593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1527239344985375593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1527239344985375593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/packing.html' title='Packing'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7399966492366901514</id><published>2009-12-21T11:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T11:48:23.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Stories</title><content type='html'>While my dear friend Katie made &lt;a href="http://turning30walking60.blogspot.com/2009/12/list.html"&gt;a list&lt;/a&gt; (and accomplished something, despite her protestations that she did not), I spent much of the past weekend sacked out on the couch, watching TV, and knitting. (I am knitting the second of a pair of socks.) I also watched it snow. And snow. And snow. And measured the snow on the back porch. 24 inches, by my last measurement, at 9 pm-ish on Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I awoke to the typical bright sunshine in the wake of a storm. The sun just seems brighter after the storm gray + the reflection off the snow seems particularly reflect-y. I decided to shovel out my car before I showered, logically. I bundled up, set out, and closed the door behind me... which is where the problem began. I locked myself out. In the cold. In the snow. No roommates home, nothing. I started to swear and then cry, but then decided that's not what adults should do in this situation. Instead, I decided to shovel and pray that my roommate would come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shovel, shovel, shovel. Chat with neighbors. Mention that I locked myself out. The woman who lives next door is my new favorite person -- she knew that my lock (and all of our locks, apparently) can be jimmied with a credit card. Hallelujah. Thank goodness for neighbors. Christmas cookies for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7399966492366901514?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7399966492366901514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7399966492366901514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7399966492366901514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7399966492366901514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/snow-stories.html' title='Snow Stories'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7197869896250934113</id><published>2009-12-01T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:17:18.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Good Times</title><content type='html'>I had a good time with K's family for Thanksgiving. They are completely different from my crazy family, but still pleasant. I'm looking forward to spending a few days with my own family at Christmas, mostly because there's nothing like your own brand of crazy. I'm also hoping to catch up with a few college friends while in New England and some high school friends as well. Way to cram maximum contacts into minimum days. I guess this is the nature of not living in the place that you grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2236088/"&gt;This&lt;/a&gt; is interesting, an article from &lt;u&gt;Slate&lt;/u&gt; about several art exhibits that are based on contact sheets, which are not really used anymore due to the rise of digital cameras and decrease of use of actual film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/30/nyregion/30forest.html?ref=education"&gt;Fascinating article&lt;/a&gt; re: outdoor schools. Like summer camp, but year round.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7197869896250934113?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7197869896250934113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7197869896250934113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7197869896250934113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7197869896250934113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/12/holiday-good-times.html' title='Holiday Good Times'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-6266956668733293455</id><published>2009-11-23T19:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T19:21:50.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rant About Pants</title><content type='html'>Pants are difficult for me to buy. I have hips and a waist, you know, like a woman. (Duh.) Though the time of the extremely low-rise seems to be coming to an end, I still find it difficult to find pants that a) come up high enough on my hips, b) are long enough -- 'cause I'm tall, and c) have a hip to waist ratio that fits my body. So, here's my thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh why, can they not sell women's pants the way that they sell men's pants? Men's pants are sold by waist and inseam. Women's pants are sold in arbitrary sizes that differ from manufacturer to manufacturer. If they would tell me things about the measurements of the waist, inseam, hip, and rise, I would have a much better idea about which size would be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which is to say that I bought two pairs of pants this weekend at Old Navy, which are men's pants. They fit ok, other than having no waist (since men do not have hips/waists like women).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... Happy Thanksgiving to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-6266956668733293455?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6266956668733293455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=6266956668733293455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6266956668733293455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6266956668733293455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/rant-about-pants.html' title='A Rant About Pants'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8942372192496374209</id><published>2009-11-22T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:47:56.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><content type='html'>This post is of positively no consequence, but here it is anyway. Topic: haircuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lived in this state for more than three years (incidentally, the longest I have lived anywhere since college). However, I have scrupulously avoided getting my haircut here, only getting 2 $15 "super cuts"-type haircuts in the state, plus last spring's charity chop for free. For my other haircuts, I have waited (and waited and waited) long enough and got my hair cut when I went home to New Hampshire. Like other things in my life (choral singing comes to mind), I am picky about haircuts. I both want a good cut and do not want to pay an extravagant amount. I admit, I use NH as a guideline for price, despite the fact that I live in a more major metro area now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the last few weeks asking everyone I know about haircuts. Do you like the place you get it cut? Can I have the name/number? (I'm going to try this technique with doctors &amp;amp; dentists next.) One of my roommates gave me the number for the place that she gets her hair colored &amp;amp; I went there on Saturday morning. Result? Good haircut, evening out some of the issues with the growing out previous haircut. It's good enough, at least right now, that I'm actually considering going back, perhaps giving up the "voyage home for a haircut" thing. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending lots of time on weekends baking. Today's projects: chocolate chip cookies &amp;amp; the filling for a Greek desert. Looking forward to Thanksgiving...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8942372192496374209?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8942372192496374209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8942372192496374209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8942372192496374209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8942372192496374209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/haircuts.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-2849935385873307300</id><published>2009-11-15T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T16:08:14.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Roundup</title><content type='html'>Crap week at work. However, since I am working on not being defined by my job, I shall skip talking about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend roundup:&lt;br /&gt;- Massive cleanup of the kitchen on Friday. It was a scary place.&lt;br /&gt;- Saturday errands to the post office, Target, and the supermarket. I didn't go to Trader Joe's like I usually do -- there is the occasional item that TJ's doesn't have. I needed phyllo dough for Thanksgiving-esque projects.&lt;br /&gt;- Went to the bookstore on Saturday night and devoured almost half a book in the store. Needless to say, I bought it: &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Sharper-Your-Knife-The-Less-You-Cry/Kathleen-Flinn/e/9780143114130/?itm=1&amp;amp;USRI=the+sharper+your+knife%2c+the+less+you+cry"&gt;The Sharper Your Knife, the Less You Cry&lt;/a&gt; by Kathleen Flinn. Then I finished it this morning when I got up. Beautiful, clear writing, lovely story. (Reviewers, apparently, did not care much for the book. I liked it.)&lt;br /&gt;- This morning, I went to TJ's for the week's groceries. I decided to make lasagna for this week's lunches/dinners. However, they didn't have any lasagna noodles. I bought a pound of long, flat noodles instead. They made a pretty good dish, though it didn't quite stick together in the same way that lasagna is supposed to and there was a tad too much water in the dish at the end of the cooking time, probably as a result of the fact that the noodles were pre-cooked instead of "no boil."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here is beautiful, after several days of rain. Sunny, bright, clear, 70 degrees. Windows open. Fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly finished with a pair of wool mittens, which seem at odds with this beautiful day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-2849935385873307300?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2849935385873307300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=2849935385873307300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2849935385873307300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2849935385873307300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekend-roundup.html' title='Weekend Roundup'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4539490429106191816</id><published>2009-11-07T21:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T21:48:04.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Music</title><content type='html'>Coming home from DC this evening, I heard a story on NPR on the band Paper Bird. Came home, downloaded their 2 albums. Love so far. Thanks, NPR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that have made me happy this week:&lt;br /&gt;- New music&lt;br /&gt;- Friday, a consistently exceptionally pleasant day of the week&lt;br /&gt;- Phone call on Thursday evening&lt;br /&gt;- The realization that Christmas is 7 weeks away&lt;br /&gt;- Explanatory footnotes&lt;br /&gt;- Pleasant coworkers&lt;br /&gt;- The gingerbread latte&lt;br /&gt;- New cell phone, though irritated initially to have to purchase it&lt;br /&gt;- Getting her money back from the gym, who has been charging me for the last 6 months even though I canceled the membership&lt;br /&gt;- Good weather both weekend days&lt;br /&gt;- Being approved for the tuition discount so I can start some more schooling for free&lt;br /&gt;- An alumna was named the new President of Mount Holyoke College!&lt;br /&gt;- The voters of Washington state, who seem to have approved their "everything but the word marriage" option&lt;br /&gt;- The knowledge that although Maine turned down their gay marriage law, the election was close, more people's eyes were opened to the critical nature of this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, remember this, from Dr. King: "When our days become dreary with low hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of no way and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows. Let us realize the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice." (8/16/1967)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, despite small day-to-day irritations, I am happy, pleased with the life I am carving out for myself, and glad for family &amp;amp; friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4539490429106191816?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4539490429106191816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4539490429106191816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4539490429106191816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4539490429106191816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-music.html' title='New Music'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-2041183865444768155</id><published>2009-10-31T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:50:56.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend</title><content type='html'>I have been friends with my oldest friend in the world since we were 2 years old. We're coming up on 30 years of being friends. Most of that friendship has been spent at least a half-continent apart, most of the time more. But she's like family and we can pick up even after a long time apart like we lived together for many more than 2 years and like we speak far more often than we actually do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most exciting news as of late? She and her husband are having twins, girls, due in March. I'm so so so so excited for them. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-2041183865444768155?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2041183865444768155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=2041183865444768155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2041183865444768155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2041183865444768155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/best-friend.html' title='Best Friend'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4153076048802968261</id><published>2009-10-23T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T20:21:36.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Week</title><content type='html'>What should have been a normal kind of workweek got sillier by the day. Tuesday, you know about. Wednesday went like this: now that I am a corporate warrior, I work in an office with office culture. Part of our office culture is apparently this: there are contests at Halloween. Apparently, one of the Florida offices goes ALL OUT. Each office has two contests: cubicle decoration and costume. I am so not into the costume concept, but I have come up with an excellent idea for decorating my cube. I shall be sure to take pictures and post them, fear not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was a normal sort of day at work other than the parent conference from hell, then I got to have dinner with a high school friend who was in town for business. Much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I suffered from a bout of insomnia and was awake between 3 and 4:30 in the morning. Which then led to oversleeping this morning, getting up 45 min late, but only getting to work 5 min late. Thank goodness I can turn on the speed if need be. To balance out the parent conference from yesterday, there was an excellent 1/2 hour IM conversation with a student in one of my AP US History sections about section differences that emerged during the Era of Good Feelings. I wear my history teacher dork label proudly, thank you very much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to a good night's sleep tonight, followed by a few fun activities over the weekend. Who doesn't like the silly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4153076048802968261?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4153076048802968261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4153076048802968261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4153076048802968261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4153076048802968261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/crazy-week.html' title='Crazy Week'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4821169586671414706</id><published>2009-10-20T21:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T21:07:18.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun on a Slow Tuesday</title><content type='html'>It's amazing how one little suggestion can make your whole day into a ball of fun, even if nothing ends up happening as a result of that suggestion. Exhibit A, from today:&lt;div&gt;- K's dad forwarded her an email from an airline about a sale they were having. Said email was intended to alert her to fares that could be used when her mom visits for Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- K looked at the email and said, "Hey, fares to Boston are wicked cheap. $39 each way!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- K forwarded me the email and pointed out fares. "Wouldn't it be fun to go to Boston for a random weekend?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- C looked at fares and the suggestion and said, "Yes! Let's go bug (I mean visit) E!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you knew it, plans were in the works. A weekend was picked! Time off was requested! The fun began bubbling up! We could visit E and go out to western Massachusetts to visit "the motherland"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, real life got in the way of the fun. Something came up for K's work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now it looks like we won't get to go. However, even if we don't go (offer up some prayers to Mary Lyon, whydoncha?), the thought was there and brought some fun to an otherwise uneventful Tuesday in October.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I've got some days off in November. What do we think I should do with them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4821169586671414706?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4821169586671414706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4821169586671414706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4821169586671414706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4821169586671414706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-on-slow-tuesday.html' title='Fun on a Slow Tuesday'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-2909702249676685048</id><published>2009-10-12T20:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:22:17.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Knitting</title><content type='html'>I've been knitting a lot as of late. Time + knitting group = lots of knitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have knit two new baby hats for the two babies that an old and dear friend is having. &lt;a href="http://www.jimmybeanswool.com/knitting/yarn/AnnNorling/AnnNorlingPatterns.asp?specPCVID=2315"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;pattern. A lemon and an eggplant. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also finished a linen bag with a Mobius strip strap. I have to say, I like it a lot more now that the ends are all woven in. Shocking that I like it nicer when it looks neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next project? New mittens with a wool/silk blend yarn and then socks! I bought self-striping sock yarn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-2909702249676685048?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2909702249676685048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=2909702249676685048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2909702249676685048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2909702249676685048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/knitting.html' title='Knitting'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-5217665553821806345</id><published>2009-10-11T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T21:30:47.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This</title><content type='html'>Borrowed from a kick-ass blog, &lt;a href="http://bitchphd.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bitch PhD&lt;/a&gt;, the entry from today. You must watch the embedded video...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitchphd.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-coming-out-day.html"&gt;Happy Coming Out Day&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause it's different out there now and that's a good thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-5217665553821806345?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5217665553821806345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=5217665553821806345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5217665553821806345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5217665553821806345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/this.html' title='This'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8429895671727425521</id><published>2009-10-10T08:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T08:33:04.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Activities to Make Life Good</title><content type='html'>The new 9-to-5 job leaves me with evenings and weekends generally free and clear. TV has become less of a presence in my life in the evenings, which is a good thing. Less TV + fewer responsibilities = ability to join activities. I have already joined a knitting group, which is super-fun because I am making friends and have people there to help me when I need it during new and exciting projects. For example, I am nearly done with a nifty linen bag, but would have driven myself batty if I had not had help to finish it -- there were things in the instructions that I didn't understand how to do, but the women at knitting group helped me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I need to add a few more activities to make life really good -- some sort of exercise and perhaps a singing outlet of some sort. Both might require some research or perhaps just some good, old-fashioned motivation. We'll see what turns up. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8429895671727425521?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8429895671727425521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8429895671727425521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8429895671727425521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8429895671727425521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/activities-to-make-life-good.html' title='Activities to Make Life Good'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3348752448856472093</id><published>2009-10-08T07:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T07:14:38.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Neglected Blog</title><content type='html'>Here it is, October, and I haven't posted anything in almost two months! I think that I have less to say about the state of the world when I am busy and happy. And I am relatively busy and happy -- the new job is working out well, though occasionally my head spins from moving from shoestring budget non-profit land to corporate largesse. Best part about my new job might be my 9-to-5 existence (cue up your Dolly Parton here). It leaves my evenings and weekends free to, you know, have a life, which is pretty amazing. I didn't even have that at the Girl Scouts back in the day. I have joined a knitting group on Wednesday evenings and I'm actually making some friends who I don't work with! Such a revelation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Columbus Day weekend this weekend, and for the first time in my working life, I do not have a day off on Monday. My next paid holiday doesn't come until Thanksgiving. I have bought my plane ticket home for Christmas, as I only get a few days off (one official day + three vacation days + a weekend = 5 days home plus one day to recover when I get back).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that all is well with the rest of you! My life seems to move faster every time I check on it. Enjoy the ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3348752448856472093?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3348752448856472093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3348752448856472093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3348752448856472093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3348752448856472093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/10/poor-neglected-blog.html' title='Poor Neglected Blog'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-6834651859543890153</id><published>2009-08-18T18:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T18:44:48.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Important Than Usual</title><content type='html'>Here's what I gotta say about the health insurance debate. A public option is necessary. For-profit companies are already making decisions about who gets to live and die and how. My personal example does not deal with me, but with my friend Stacy. Stacy had Hodgkins, a lymphatic cancer. She was treated in conventional ways, via chemo and radiation. The time then came when her doctor decided that her best course of treatment would be a bone-marrow transplant. Her health insurance, however, denied coverage for the procedure, saying it was experimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read about her struggle with the insurance &lt;a href="http://thefeather.blogspot.com/2005/09/cold-shoulder.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thefeather.blogspot.com/2005/10/updating.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Fortunately, Stacy had the option to get married and go onto her husband's insurance, which covered the treatment. What I like best (and that's sarcasm there) is that her health insurance company told her that it was her choice to proceed with the treatment or not. As she so aptly put it, "To LIVE or DIE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt that Stacy's story is not the only one like this. When I had my own cancer scare last year, one of the things I thought about was "Oh shit, I'm going to have to work at this job forever." The fact that this happens here, in America, is wrong and unacceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacy eventually did have her bone marrow transplant, though the side effects eventually got her, too young and too soon. &lt;a href="http://stacyshelpinghands.org/"&gt;You can help people&lt;/a&gt; who have cancer in the Pittsburgh area by buying a print of Stacy's art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-6834651859543890153?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6834651859543890153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=6834651859543890153' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6834651859543890153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6834651859543890153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-important-than-usual.html' title='More Important Than Usual'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7406481698923837886</id><published>2009-08-13T20:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:41:08.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Renting Textbooks</title><content type='html'>Two articles from the NYT about renting textbooks. The &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/05/business/05ping.html?fta=y"&gt;first&lt;/a&gt; concerns some startups that are conducting this business over the internet. The &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/08/14/education/14textbook.html?hp"&gt;second&lt;/a&gt; is about the fact that some bookstores and textbook publishers have decided to join the rental trend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is "hit the bookstore early" and "used books are your friend." It's worth it to pick through the pile to find books that are un-marked up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7406481698923837886?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7406481698923837886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7406481698923837886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7406481698923837886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7406481698923837886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/renting-textbooks.html' title='Renting Textbooks'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-760771903228721876</id><published>2009-08-11T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:29:06.307-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>"Long Term"</title><content type='html'>On this they were in agreement&lt;br /&gt;everything that can happen between two people&lt;br /&gt;happens after a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or has been thought about so hard&lt;br /&gt;there's almost no difference&lt;br /&gt;between desire and deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day they stayed together, therefore,&lt;br /&gt;was a day of forgiveness, tacit,&lt;br /&gt;no reason to say the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was easy to forgive, so much harder&lt;br /&gt;to be forgiven. The forgiven had to agree&lt;br /&gt;to eat dust in the house of the noble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and both knew this couldn't go on for long.&lt;br /&gt;The forgiven would need to rise;&lt;br /&gt;the forgiver need to remember the cruelty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in being correct.&lt;br /&gt;Which is why, except in crises,&lt;br /&gt;they spoke about the garden,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened at work,&lt;br /&gt;the little ailments and aches&lt;br /&gt;their familiar bodies separately felt.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;by Stephen Dunn, published in &lt;i&gt;New and Selected Poems 1974-1994&lt;/i&gt;, New York: Norton, 1994.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-760771903228721876?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/760771903228721876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=760771903228721876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/760771903228721876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/760771903228721876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/long-term.html' title='&quot;Long Term&quot;'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-5452103010060042093</id><published>2009-08-11T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:23:48.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>I promise to get better again at posting on this blog. (Yeah, yeah, that's what they all say...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thoroughly enjoying both my new job and new living situation. How could life be bad when the commute was cut down from an hour and fifteen minutes to just over 10? A week and a half after moving in, my bedroom is sane, though my other room, "office," is not. It will get there, with some dedicated time. I am pleased that I live closer to fun things to do, like the movies and a bookstore, plus to one of my best friends from college. She and I went to IKEA so that I could get some more bookshelves since one third of my books cannot reside at school anymore. Then we went to see the new Harry Potter movie in IMAX, very exciting &amp;amp; 3-D for the first 20 minutes. After that, I have no idea if it was any better, but those 20 minutes were worth the extra $4 to see the movie. Inspired, I have begun to reread the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some quotes for you from &lt;u&gt;What Now?&lt;/u&gt; by Ann Patchett:&lt;br /&gt;"There are too many forces, as deep and invisible as tides, that keep us bouncing into places where we never thought we'd wind up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just because things hadn't gone the way I planned didn't necessarily mean they had gone wrong. ... The secret is finding the balance between going out to get what you want and being open to the thing that actually winds up coming your way."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-5452103010060042093?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5452103010060042093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=5452103010060042093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5452103010060042093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5452103010060042093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/08/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-6009938358684040294</id><published>2009-07-30T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T22:54:00.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie</title><content type='html'>Just a few notes from my first week at the new job... the drive is exhausting and I'm really glad that it will soon be reduced by 75%, from an hour and 15 minutes to about 20. (Math check?) Anywho, here's the stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the &lt;a href="http:///"&gt;404 page&lt;/a&gt; from NPR is wicked funny&lt;br /&gt;- there was &lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/07/29/AR2009072901905.html?hpid=sec-health&amp;amp;sub=AR"&gt;an article&lt;/a&gt; about my friend Stacy in &lt;u&gt;The Washington Post&lt;/u&gt; today; I miss her very much. You can &lt;a href="http://stacyshelpinghands.org/"&gt;help her foundation&lt;/a&gt; by buying a print of one of her works of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, a few shameless plugs for friends:&lt;br /&gt;- My friend Katie is walking in the Breast Cancer 3-Day in October; won't you &lt;a href="https://secure3.convio.net/npt/site/Donation2?idb=453523975&amp;amp;df_id=1587&amp;amp;FR_ID=1297&amp;amp;PROXY_ID=2999026&amp;amp;1587.donation=form1&amp;amp;PROXY_TYPE=20"&gt;help&lt;/a&gt; her fight breast cancer?&lt;br /&gt;- My friend Beth is running the Marine Corps Marathon in October for Team-in-Training in support of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Beth has been successful in her own fight against lymphoma. &lt;a href="http://pages.teamintraining.org/nyc/corps09/bmowry"&gt;Help her&lt;/a&gt; so there are more stories like hers &amp;amp; my sister Tracy's (in remission from Hodgkins) and less like Stacy's &amp;amp; my dad's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-6009938358684040294?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6009938358684040294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=6009938358684040294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6009938358684040294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6009938358684040294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/quickie.html' title='Quickie'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7130971400207873870</id><published>2009-07-15T16:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:28:20.718-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading</title><content type='html'>I am reading a book right now that is one of the best books I have read in a long long time. You should read it too: &lt;u&gt;Mountains Beyond Mountains&lt;/u&gt; by Tracy Kidder. It's amazingly well-written and inspiring. It makes me want to get a degree in public health and help people in the same way. (In the same way that reading &lt;u&gt;Animal, Vegetable, Miracle&lt;/u&gt; by Barbara Kingsolver made/makes me want to keep chickens and raise my own food.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7130971400207873870?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7130971400207873870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7130971400207873870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7130971400207873870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7130971400207873870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/reading.html' title='Reading'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-2117258982438412042</id><published>2009-07-13T20:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:20:18.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Ladies</title><content type='html'>According to the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt; (trend-seeker that it is), &lt;a href="http://newoldage.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/07/13/with-friends-aplenty-many-widows-choose-singlehood/?hpw"&gt;more older women&lt;/a&gt; are choosing to stay single after they are widowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite lines: "In a strange twist of fortune — some might call it poetic justice — age can bring with it something of a reversal in gender roles. The rise of an old girls’ network, friends and family who see women through a lifetime of transitions, often contrasts sharply with the decline of the old boys’ network, the professional associations that secure young men’s places in the world but offer little support or solace in later life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-2117258982438412042?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2117258982438412042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=2117258982438412042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2117258982438412042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2117258982438412042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/old-ladies.html' title='Old Ladies'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8668497863017938899</id><published>2009-07-12T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T15:04:24.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Weekend, Lovely Day</title><content type='html'>These weekends during the summer have been strange. Really, the whole summer has been strange. It's weird to have time with absolutely nothing to do -- usually I spend a chunk of the summer planning or preparing for the following school year, but this summer there's none of that. I don't even know what I'm teaching at the next job! So it means that I end up with some days that I absolutely don't know what to do with myself. The packing is nearly done for the move -- I'll finish it after I come home from the family reunion in NH, so there's no big rush on it right now. Yesterday I found myself completely at loose ends with no interest in doing anything, not reading, not knitting, not watching TV, not playing around on the internet. I ended up wasting pretty much the whole day and not even in a satisfactory way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, today was a lovely day. I met a college friend in DC for brunch, did an errand for another college friend, and poked around the Portrait Gallery/American Art Museum. I saw an exhibit on &lt;a href="http://americanart.si.edu/exhibitions/archive/2009/1934/"&gt;art from the New Deal&lt;/a&gt;, which I enjoyed very much. It's sticky outside today, which is not so nice, but it's the first really summer-y weather that we've had so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am trying this: "&lt;a href="http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/07/08/how-to-fix-bad-ankles/?em"&gt;How to Fix Bad Ankles&lt;/a&gt;" &amp;amp; think I'd like to take a yoga class this fall when I have some time and am close to a studio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8668497863017938899?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8668497863017938899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8668497863017938899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8668497863017938899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8668497863017938899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird-weekend-lovely-day.html' title='Weird Weekend, Lovely Day'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-2915476655889776720</id><published>2009-07-11T12:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T13:11:17.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>I was just reading another teacher's lament that "kids these days" are never bored. I remember claiming boredom as a child. There's a lot more information and entertainment at my fingertips today than there was when I was growing up and for the most part, that's fine by me. I enjoy the speed at which I can look up a word in an electronic dictionary or an online encyclopedia. However, I also sort of miss getting distracted by the guide words on the way to my intended entry and learning something new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-2915476655889776720?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2915476655889776720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=2915476655889776720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2915476655889776720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2915476655889776720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4713832555257775459</id><published>2009-07-10T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T17:44:18.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallelujah!</title><content type='html'>After nearly 4 months and 35 job applications, I have been offered a new job. Thank goodness. I'm not dumb, so I took it. Nicest things about the offer? It pays more than the previous job and I don't actually have to move all that far -- I get to stay in Maryland. I'll be doing Social Studies instruction for an online high school run by a for-profit company. Very different from what I've been up to for the past 5 years, but could be interesting. Most of all, it's a job, with benefits and a salary and I can afford to live and pay my car payment and my student loans. It's still in my field and if I hate it, I don't have to stay forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4713832555257775459?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4713832555257775459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4713832555257775459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4713832555257775459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4713832555257775459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/hallelujah.html' title='Hallelujah!'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8685107811937894429</id><published>2009-07-06T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:08:01.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to ride rollercoasters!</title><content type='html'>And clearly, this job search is another example of a rollercoaster, for sure. I didn't get the job in the midwest. I am applying for several more though, never fear. The new applications bring the total number of jobs applied for up to... 35. Yes, 35 jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my last interview tomorrow with a for-profit "virtual education" company. I'm not totally convinced that I &lt;u&gt;want&lt;/u&gt; the job, but then I think, hey, health insurance. And hey, it doesn't have to be forever. And the fact that there's no planning (canned curriculum) means that I'll be considerably free-er on evenings and weekends than I have been at prior teaching jobs. Of course, I'm also going to spend my days in a cubicle (or office)... Could be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to make a jaunt to the office supply store tonight to buy a new ink cartridge for my printer. I bought it, but have a few observations to make about the process:&lt;br /&gt;- a new color &amp;amp; black cartridge together from the printer brand cost about $58&lt;br /&gt;- a new color &amp;amp; black cartridge together from the office supply store brand cost $50&lt;br /&gt;- a discontinued model of printer, new, cost $58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Why does recycled paper cost more than non? Aren't old trees cheaper than new trees?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8685107811937894429?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8685107811937894429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8685107811937894429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8685107811937894429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8685107811937894429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-like-to-ride-rollercoasters.html' title='I like to ride rollercoasters!'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-9140987182415136629</id><published>2009-07-05T15:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T15:16:20.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Notes</title><content type='html'>From today's &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/07/05/opinion/05vowell.html"&gt;opinion piece&lt;/a&gt; by Sarah Vowell, one of my favorite authors, bemoaning the decision of Rhode Island to put to a ballot the suggestion to change the name of the state&lt;br /&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/07/05/travel/05oliver.html"&gt;travel piece&lt;/a&gt; about Mary Oliver &amp;amp; Cape Cod. I have been enamored of Mary Oliver ever since taking one of my many courses with Jane Crosthwaite, my favorite professor ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be packing, but I'm not. Fiddle-dee-dee, I'll think about that tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-9140987182415136629?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/9140987182415136629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=9140987182415136629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/9140987182415136629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/9140987182415136629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-notes.html' title='A Few Notes'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4675158861331573173</id><published>2009-07-04T20:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T20:43:17.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Closer</title><content type='html'>With each passing moment, I am getting closer to my move. I have not heard from the job in the midwest, though I thought I would have heard by now. This makes me nervous on some level and I'm having a bit of trouble sitting still this weekend and concentrating on the packing. I'm doing a good job sorting my stuff as I pack, which I'm glad about. There are many many bags of trash ready to be picked up by the trash collection on Monday. Regardless of whether I get the job, I'll be well packed/sorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also should do some thinking about a job interview that I have to do online (?!?) on Monday, especially if I don't get this job in the midwest. I know that I need to do the interview even if I don't actually want the job. Can I actually afford to turn down a job that I'm not sure I'll like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be moving soon regardless. Oy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4675158861331573173?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4675158861331573173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4675158861331573173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4675158861331573173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4675158861331573173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/07/getting-closer.html' title='Getting Closer'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3729656969225113294</id><published>2009-06-24T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T21:12:58.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Places</title><content type='html'>I got the chance to travel for a job interview to a state that I haven't ever been before. I don't want to say too much else about it yet, but I have hopes that things went well enough... I'll hear an answer either way in a week. With a little luck and perhaps some good references, the job could be mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re: the latest political scandal in the US, there's an interesting article in &lt;u&gt;Slate&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2221314/"&gt;comparing the disappearance&lt;/a&gt; of the SC governor to the disappearance of Aimee Semple McPherson... very interesting. I know ASM from my class on women in American religious history at MHC. Awesome class, favorite professor, interesting subject. Actually, I'm in the middle (still) of a book about ASM -- it's good, just very academic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3729656969225113294?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3729656969225113294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3729656969225113294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3729656969225113294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3729656969225113294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-places.html' title='New Places'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-5104407071936871523</id><published>2009-06-15T22:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T22:33:12.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friends are... Good</title><content type='html'>To put it mildly, who doesn't need a group of great friends? Most of my great friends these days are drawn from the Mount Holyoke circle, whether we were actually great friends at school or are great friends since graduation. We are pulled into each others' lives in a way I would have thought impossible outside the dorms if it were not for Facebook: if they are compulsive or even occasional status updaters, I know much about the day-to-day rhythms of their lives. This one is a stay-at-home mom &amp;amp; small business owner, that one is a college professor &amp;amp; recipe fiend, another is a chiropractic student &amp;amp; gardener. They have formed such a support system, being involved from afar in the nitty-gritty of my day-to-day, cheering me on when I need it and reminding me that things work out ok most of the time. I hope that I can repay them when they need me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One particular friend, who lives much closer and whom I see much more often than the rest of the crew, took me to an Indigo Girls concert last week. She wrote about it much more eloquantly than I could, so let me just &lt;a href="http://turning30walking60.blogspot.com/2009/06/proper-celebration.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; you there. Know that she hit the nail on the head about getting lost in the music and what that meant. Also about falling in love with Matt Nathanson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-5104407071936871523?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5104407071936871523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=5104407071936871523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5104407071936871523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5104407071936871523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-friends-are-good.html' title='Good Friends are... Good'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3329113028311399017</id><published>2009-06-13T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T18:23:52.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Flipping Channels, Being Picky</title><content type='html'>Flipping channels this fine Saturday afternoon, I stumbled across a commercial for the movie "Elizabeth," which is, of course, about the reign of Queen Elizabeth I of England. At the end of the commercial, there was a clip of the movie that included music from Mozart's "Requiem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bothers me, for the following historical reason: Queen Elizabeth died in 1603. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart was not born until 153 years later, in 1756 and did not compose the "Requiem" until 1791, nearly 200 years after the death of Elizabeth. Inaccurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out and there is still a little bit left to do -- a few grades to enter and my key to return... Spent the day doing nothing in particular though, which was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3329113028311399017?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3329113028311399017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3329113028311399017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3329113028311399017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3329113028311399017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/flipping-channels-being-picky.html' title='Flipping Channels, Being Picky'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3162709934554901517</id><published>2009-06-11T17:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T17:14:58.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Last Day With Kids</title><content type='html'>And oh, did I cry. I managed to hold off until the end of the day, when the kids were saying goodbye. One of my favorites was doing our special handshake and then he hugged me and then I started to cry. Then I cried some more when a woman I work with was all, "So, glad to be leaving?" Um, no, I'm not. I didn't want to leave. I don't want to leave these kids. I'm going to miss them, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort of exhausted and sick of crying. Have to go back tomorrow to finish grading exams, enter all of the data into the computer system. My classroom is all picked up, fortunately, just have to move boxes to my car. Perhaps tomorrow it will be less humid and I will be more likely to do so. Regardless, they will have to be moved tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If no new job by the middle of July, I shall be moving to NH. There's a plan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3162709934554901517?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3162709934554901517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3162709934554901517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3162709934554901517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3162709934554901517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-day-with-kids.html' title='Last Day With Kids'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-6014888979958094303</id><published>2009-06-08T19:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:06:01.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Neglected Blog</title><content type='html'>I am counting down the days until the end of the school year. My final exams will be given tomorrow morning, which is not exciting per se, but it gets me closer to the end. My classroom needs some serious cleaning yet and there are still at least a few boxes worth of things to come home. There are many interesting things out there on the internets these days, but I am not clever enough to remember them at the moment. I can't wait until I get my brain back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few morsels:&lt;br /&gt;- What do to about &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/09/health/09klas.html?hpw"&gt;bullies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/08/education/08math.html?ref=education"&gt;Changing math curriculum&lt;/a&gt; from textbook-based to internet-based&lt;br /&gt;- Whether &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/05/education/05charter.html?ref=education"&gt;paying teachers more&lt;/a&gt; gets better results&lt;br /&gt;- A &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/06/education/06brfs-GRADUATIONCE_BRF.html?ref=education"&gt;cheating scandal&lt;/a&gt; cancels graduation somewhere in Ohio&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/07/fashion/07blogs.html?ref=fashion"&gt;Blogs abandoned&lt;/a&gt; left and right!&lt;br /&gt;- Vietnam draft resisters &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/07/fashion/07genb.html?ref=fashion"&gt;still living in Canada&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2219314/"&gt;Lard is ok!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No job yet. What gives, universe? I need new signs, bold ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-6014888979958094303?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6014888979958094303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=6014888979958094303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6014888979958094303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6014888979958094303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-neglected-blog.html' title='Oh, Neglected Blog'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-6474511514393921950</id><published>2009-06-01T18:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:56:08.688-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>June 1st. No job yet. I'm trying to remain hopeful, applying to anything and everything that seems relevant. I'm also making contingency plans to move home to NH (can't beat free rent), substitute teach, and do something else too -- tutoring, babysitting, SAT prep, etc. Whatever it takes to pay the bills. (Ok, not quite "whatever," but close. Legal things. I do have some standards.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I'm packing my life back into boxes, starting with books from school. I'll get to pack my fancy/work clothes into boxes after next Thursday/Friday, which will be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, there's an article in the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt; which outlines "&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/31/weekinreview/31liptak.html"&gt;The Waves Minority Judges Always Make&lt;/a&gt;." Good stuff.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-6474511514393921950?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6474511514393921950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=6474511514393921950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6474511514393921950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6474511514393921950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/06/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4955579634038941301</id><published>2009-05-15T16:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:05:13.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>200th Post</title><content type='html'>Yes, I have reached the milestone of my 200th post. As such, I am going to use it for something important... like putting down some links to things I find interesting. Today's "news":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;, an &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/15/opinion/15Francese.html?em"&gt;opinion&lt;/a&gt; alleging that it's time to end the use of Latin on diplomas; opinions, dear brother? Is mine the only diploma of our siblings that is in Latin? Gotta love "Collegi Montis Holyokensis."&lt;br /&gt;- also from the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;, another &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/15/opinion/15fri2.html"&gt;opinion&lt;/a&gt;, this one citing the need to improve the Census Bureau&lt;br /&gt;- an &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2218297/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;u&gt;Slate&lt;/u&gt;, explaining why Republicans are sore losers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also just like to say that I am already sick of the handwringing over who might be the next nominee to the Supreme Court. Yes, it's exciting, yes, I hope a woman is nominated, but no, I don't really care for all the speculation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to the end of school: 17 days with kids (including finals, so actually more like 13), 19 days for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4955579634038941301?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4955579634038941301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4955579634038941301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4955579634038941301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4955579634038941301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/200th-post.html' title='200th Post'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-2129239797704164907</id><published>2009-05-13T10:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:26:55.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://theline.edublogs.org/2009/05/12/words-of-wisdom/"&gt;This.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I need to get back to public education.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-2129239797704164907?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/2129239797704164907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=2129239797704164907' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2129239797704164907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/2129239797704164907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/here.html' title='Here'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7308903679215350305</id><published>2009-05-12T20:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T20:36:41.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Job</title><content type='html'>Job searching continues. 5 new applications today. Oy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The current job is, paradoxically, going well. I feel like I'm doing some of my best teaching now that the pressure's off. The AP kids took their tests last Friday and seem to think that they went well, which is nice nice nice. The other section of 11th grade is going well too, finally getting to teach some of my favorite stuff, mid-to-late 20th century. And the 9th grade is winding down in the proper way, with a nice simulation project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, it might be a good thing I'm already leaving, since otherwise I'd be second-guessing my choice to teach about human rights. Connected to that, the kids are completely obsessed with illegal immigrants, as in whether or not a person who is an illegal immigrant is entitled to the same human rights as the rest of us. They seem to be very paranoid about the number of illegal immigrants who might be in the U.S., what services they might be consuming, what jobs they might be doing, how this might impact "their" taxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are also highly suspicious of those receiving welfare, "terrorists," and basically anyone who is not a lot like them. It makes me want to teach only about that, or to take the kids on a little field trip up to the poorer sections of our nation's capital for some community service &amp;amp;/or observations. It's right up the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, do they think that people want to just be on welfare? In the climate where those who need to be on welfare are "lazy" or "drug users"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7308903679215350305?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7308903679215350305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7308903679215350305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7308903679215350305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7308903679215350305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/job.html' title='Job'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-1482796465068990957</id><published>2009-05-10T20:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:27:01.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Thoughts</title><content type='html'>From the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/10/education/10veteran.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hpw"&gt;an article&lt;/a&gt; on a man who teaches at a high school and opposes military recruitment at high schools because of his experiences in Vietnam. Something to think about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-1482796465068990957?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1482796465068990957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=1482796465068990957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1482796465068990957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1482796465068990957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-thoughts.html' title='New Thoughts'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7461293900032468741</id><published>2009-05-08T19:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:56:20.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Split Infinitive Alert!</title><content type='html'>All of this talk of the new Star Trek movie has me remembering one of Jane Crosthwaite's grammar directives -- re: the dangers of the split infinitive and the sexist language in the introduction to the original Star Trek series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To boldly go where no man has gone before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! Bad grammar, bad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7461293900032468741?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7461293900032468741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7461293900032468741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7461293900032468741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7461293900032468741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/split-infinitive-alert.html' title='Split Infinitive Alert!'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-6747244416881550905</id><published>2009-05-08T18:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T18:42:32.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya Know...</title><content type='html'>I used to describe my Volvo (RIP) as the box on wheels, but this is a whole 'nother level: &lt;a href="http://www.nissanusa.com/cube/?intcmp=Cube_Home.Promo.Homepage.Home.P1"&gt;Nissan Cube&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-6747244416881550905?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6747244416881550905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=6747244416881550905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6747244416881550905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6747244416881550905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/ya-know.html' title='Ya Know...'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-900501384262176468</id><published>2009-05-06T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:11:15.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Reason</title><content type='html'>to like Maine: marriage equality. Add it to the list with Iowa, Vermont, Connecticut, and Massachusetts. Yippee and yahoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-900501384262176468?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/900501384262176468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=900501384262176468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/900501384262176468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/900501384262176468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/another-reason.html' title='Another Reason'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4362446846061605000</id><published>2009-05-04T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:57:34.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>The Unpredictability of Parents</title><content type='html'>My mom continues to be unpredictable. I told her that I applied for a job in Houston, Texas. Her response: "Houston?!? They have tornadoes &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; hurricanes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, a week or so later, I told her that I have applied for a job in Marrakech, Morocco. Her response: "Morocco is interesting."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4362446846061605000?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4362446846061605000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4362446846061605000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4362446846061605000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4362446846061605000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/unpredictability-of-parents.html' title='The Unpredictability of Parents'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4307174305480103744</id><published>2009-05-03T16:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T16:24:24.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here, Still Waiting</title><content type='html'>A friend posted on her blog last year that she kept waiting to have something interesting to write about on her blog but that nothing seemed to be coming. This is how I feel these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently reading:&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;u&gt;The Nine&lt;/u&gt; (which I started before the announcement of David Souter's resignation from the Supreme Court)&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;u&gt;In Arabian Nights&lt;/u&gt; by Tahir Shah (Morocco, anyone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good stuff. I should be working on schoolwork, but I wish to be idle instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4307174305480103744?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4307174305480103744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4307174305480103744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4307174305480103744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4307174305480103744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-here-still-waiting.html' title='Still Here, Still Waiting'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-1498982337577996041</id><published>2009-05-01T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T18:30:17.869-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>From the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;, something I find sad: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/01/education/01college.html?hpw"&gt;a kid&lt;/a&gt; who got admitted to college but who cannot figure out a way to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Souter is retiring from the Supreme Court at the end of the term. A New Hampshire man. Two views of the subject, from &lt;u&gt;Slate&lt;/u&gt;. (&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2217434/"&gt;One&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2217431/"&gt;Two&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what do you know about Morocco?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-1498982337577996041?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1498982337577996041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=1498982337577996041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1498982337577996041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1498982337577996041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-1724221579671295292</id><published>2009-04-26T14:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:05:37.350-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Blessings in Disguise</title><content type='html'>I like to think that stuff in life works out the way it's "supposed" to. My version of being zen about things, I guess. Sometimes it's hard to see, but it'll be ok, or at least I hope so. The upside of quitting my job? I get to be open to new possibilities: moving someplace new, making new friends, trying something else out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current locations on the table: Seattle, Houston, various locales in New England. All jobs applied for involve something new in some fashion: new subject to teach, new "population," totally new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The permutations seem to be endless, which is both scary as all get out and liberating at the same time. One day at a time. Breathe in and out. And in the meantime, enjoy the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-1724221579671295292?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1724221579671295292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=1724221579671295292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1724221579671295292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1724221579671295292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/blessings-in-disguise.html' title='Blessings in Disguise'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8735270559594542858</id><published>2009-04-07T18:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T20:37:10.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacy</title><content type='html'>As many of you regular readers know, one of my dear friends from childhood passed away last year from cancer. Stacy was a talented artist. Her family has decided to make prints of her work available to support a facility which provides free or low-cost accommodations to patients and families of those undergoing treatment at Western Pennsylvania Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website of the charity is up and you, too, can purchase prints. &lt;a href="http://stacyshelpinghands.org/"&gt;Stacy's Helping Hands&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want more information?&lt;br /&gt;You can read the blog that Stacy kept about her treatment &lt;a href="http://thefeather.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You can read about &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/04/putting-it-off.html"&gt;what Stacy meant to me&lt;/a&gt; and the condolence note that I sent to her mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you can go buy a print.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8735270559594542858?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8735270559594542858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8735270559594542858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8735270559594542858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8735270559594542858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/stacy.html' title='Stacy'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-6467215315015188644</id><published>2009-04-05T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:48:22.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuing with a Theme...</title><content type='html'>of wondering about the little things in life: who decided that all cough syrup should be artificial cherry flavor? I hate hate hate artificial cherry flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need more spring break. The college tour wore me out. Still. Some more. Wonder what would happen if I took religious ideals to their fullest and called out for resurrection? If I was crucified tomorrow, then I would be able to be back to school on Thursday, no problem, and would nearly be able to finish the school year before the Ascension (assuming I was held to the same 40-day time period). I'd at least get the kids done with their AP exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Horribly sacrilegious, I know, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw &lt;a href="http://www.girlyman.com/"&gt;Girlyman&lt;/a&gt; on Saturday night at the Barns at Wolf Trap. They were wonderful, per usual. Opening for them was &lt;a href="http://www.adrimusic.com/"&gt;Adrianne&lt;/a&gt;, also wonderful. (Bought her CD "Burn Me Up," which I am already singing along to...) My 9th Girlyman concert, 4th in Virginia, 2nd at the Barns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Where else have I seen them? Funny you should ask, since I was just thinking about that the other day: Marblehead, MA; Brattleboro, VT; Lancaster, MA; Newmarket, NH; Cambridge, MA; 2x at Jamin' Java in Vienna, VA; + 2x at the Barns.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, is the end of the random for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-6467215315015188644?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/6467215315015188644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=6467215315015188644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6467215315015188644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/6467215315015188644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/continuing-with-theme.html' title='Continuing with a Theme...'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-5656814336691037552</id><published>2009-04-02T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:12:01.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Step</title><content type='html'>So, mom has come through her surgery ok. Next step: pathology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conundrum: I only occasionally drink orange juice, but when I do, I buy it in one of those containers that is mostly cardboard, but which also has a plastic spout doohickey. My county asks us to separate our paper recycling from our glass/plastic recycling. So, when the container is done, do I put it in the paper/cardboard or the glass/plastic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-5656814336691037552?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5656814336691037552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=5656814336691037552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5656814336691037552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5656814336691037552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/04/next-step.html' title='Next Step'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8263439803390091175</id><published>2009-03-29T19:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:04:27.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Grief</title><content type='html'>Charlie Brown. I can't even come up with anything good to say, other than this: unfortunately, spring break is over and we're headed back to school in the morning. This is yucky because I am sick, with a nasty cold that I came down with on the college trip. (College trip: 27 kids, 12 colleges, 4 days, 3 chaperones, 2 states, 1 school bus. Yikes.) Oh, and my cat died last Monday. And my mom is having surgery on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, I'm going to see my fav band Girlyman on Saturday and one of my best friends from college is taking me to see Indigo Girls in June.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8263439803390091175?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8263439803390091175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8263439803390091175' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8263439803390091175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8263439803390091175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-grief.html' title='Good Grief'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4938709248719023397</id><published>2009-03-18T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:04:07.990-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Trying New Things</title><content type='html'>I want to try this: &lt;a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml"&gt;Couch-to-5K&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need new sneakers. There is an associated podcast to help with the timing so you don't have to pay as much attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, work totally still blows, but hey, at least I've been observed three times in the past week, for a total of... one hour, 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self for next week: try a chalk talk with the kids, 'cause it's something different and, apparently, innovative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4938709248719023397?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4938709248719023397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4938709248719023397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4938709248719023397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4938709248719023397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/trying-new-things.html' title='Trying New Things'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8223527655498073215</id><published>2009-03-16T18:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:50:59.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Absence</title><content type='html'>After some of the longest weeks of my life, things are totally up in the air in most areas of my professional life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, a vignette to ease back into posting: grocery shopping today after school, roaming the aisles, bopping along to "...Baby One More Time" by Britney Spears, alternately thinking "Man this is catchy!" and "Man, she's a train wreck!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8223527655498073215?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8223527655498073215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8223527655498073215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8223527655498073215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8223527655498073215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-absence.html' title='Big Absence'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-256110723735290887</id><published>2009-02-18T19:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:12:16.272-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>What a Week</title><content type='html'>I think I'm finally caught up on my grading, at least the exceedingly old stuff. There's very little left to do on the whole. Thank goodness. (And seriously, I am so sick of grading things.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been just over a year since &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/04/putting-it-off.html"&gt;my friend Stacy&lt;/a&gt; died and I still miss her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other fronts, school has been total crap. Long story, not appropriate for blogging. Let's just say that February totally and consistently blows and I don't know why I expect something different every year. And I don't really want to talk about it any more right now either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Information Roundup:&lt;br /&gt;- why Americans &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2210837/"&gt;love peanut butter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- how Catholic &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2211167/"&gt;indulgences&lt;/a&gt; work&lt;br /&gt;- Gov. Kathleen Sebelius &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/19/us/politics/19health.html?hp"&gt;has been nominated&lt;/a&gt; for HHS Secretary&lt;br /&gt;- apparently, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/18/education/18college.html?em"&gt;student expectations&lt;/a&gt; cause grade disputes&lt;br /&gt;- school librarian job update: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/16/books/16libr.html?ref=education"&gt;web information guru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also? Teaching about the 1920s today in AP history class was maybe one of my most favorite days all year. I think I should always teach with minimal notes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-256110723735290887?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/256110723735290887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=256110723735290887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/256110723735290887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/256110723735290887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-week.html' title='What a Week'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4279802920757265679</id><published>2009-02-13T08:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T08:31:59.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Promotion of Friends</title><content type='html'>One of my college friends is quite the businesswoman. I am linking to her to share her stuff, but also, shamelessly, to perhaps win a pair of her earrings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladylulu.wordpress.com/2009/02/12/200th-post-and-a-giveaway-tweet-this/"&gt;Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6298755"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/thecraftarium"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4279802920757265679?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4279802920757265679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4279802920757265679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4279802920757265679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4279802920757265679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/shameless-promotion-of-friends.html' title='Shameless Promotion of Friends'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8557388492195233393</id><published>2009-02-07T12:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:47:46.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Gift</title><content type='html'>Today I drove up to Gaithersburg, MD to interview a prospective student for the Frances Perkins program at MHC. The Frances Perkins program is for students of non-traditional age, women who have had their education interrupted for whatever reason and are ready to return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an alumna, I was doing her a favor by interviewing her. But she gave me a gift in return, one quite unexpected on my part and unintended on hers, I'm sure. The gift was being allowed to hear her story. How amazing, how inspiring. I'll write more if I hear that she's been accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8557388492195233393?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8557388492195233393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8557388492195233393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8557388492195233393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8557388492195233393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/unexpected-gift.html' title='Unexpected Gift'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7306473569505410645</id><published>2009-02-06T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:17:21.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting</title><content type='html'>Stuff for the day:&lt;br /&gt;Schools --&lt;br /&gt;- on &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/06/nyregion/06middle.html"&gt;bringing up&lt;/a&gt; "average students"&lt;br /&gt;- on &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/08/nyregion/new-jersey/08reportnj.html"&gt;magnet schools&lt;/a&gt; and standardized tests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other --&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/06/arts/design/06anti.html"&gt;Amish auction&lt;/a&gt; items&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/06/arts/design/06evan.html?em"&gt;Postcards&lt;/a&gt; as art&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.salon.com/news/feature/2009/02/06/new_deal/"&gt;excellent things&lt;/a&gt; the feds did with our money during the New Deal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7306473569505410645?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7306473569505410645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7306473569505410645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7306473569505410645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7306473569505410645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/interesting.html' title='Interesting'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7971485316099546428</id><published>2009-02-06T11:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:31:58.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Awkward</title><content type='html'>School can be... awkward sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit A: students' comments. Students like to provide running commentary about teachers that they like. My students like to know about my personal life, interfere at times, spread rumors, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey, SeniorBoy, how are you doing today? Feeling any better?&lt;br /&gt;Senior Boy: Yes, Ms. K, I am. Thanks for asking.&lt;br /&gt;[Senior Boy gives me the once over.]&lt;br /&gt;SB: You look really nice today, Ms. K. You should wear skirts more often.&lt;br /&gt;[Pause]&lt;br /&gt;SB: And I mean that in a totally student-teacher appropriate, non-awkward kind of way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7971485316099546428?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7971485316099546428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7971485316099546428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7971485316099546428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7971485316099546428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/awkward.html' title='Awkward'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-1666373479911485841</id><published>2009-02-05T09:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:34:53.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>The Busy and the Lazy</title><content type='html'>And both are me. Roundup for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://niemann.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/02/02/i-lego-ny/?em"&gt;Legos and New York&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- breaking up &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/04/education/04brandeis.html"&gt;big high schools&lt;/a&gt; in NYC&lt;br /&gt;- continued concern about &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/05/education/05exam.html"&gt;equal access&lt;/a&gt; to AP exams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;u&gt;Slate&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- snow &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2210527/"&gt;incapacitates&lt;/a&gt; London&lt;br /&gt;- long-distance relationships are &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2202431/"&gt;bad for the planet&lt;/a&gt;, bummer.&lt;br /&gt;- Michael Phelps: can he &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2210441/"&gt;get high&lt;/a&gt; faster than the rest of us?&lt;br /&gt;- Burma continues to &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2210439/"&gt;have issues&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Not Polk, please, &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2210337/"&gt;not Polk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2209166/"&gt;Vultures&lt;/a&gt; (and ticks and jellyfish, oh my!)&lt;br /&gt;- Donating a kidney? You can have less &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2209528/"&gt;invasive surgery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-1666373479911485841?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1666373479911485841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=1666373479911485841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1666373479911485841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1666373479911485841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/busy-and-lazy.html' title='The Busy and the Lazy'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8375003524627129478</id><published>2009-02-02T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T14:32:33.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mount Holyoke'/><title type='text'>Happy for the Day</title><content type='html'>So, if nothing else, here's something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my students, who applied early, GOT IN TO MOUNT HOLYOKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly, I'm thrilled. And proud. And stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8375003524627129478?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8375003524627129478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8375003524627129478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8375003524627129478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8375003524627129478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-for-day.html' title='Happy for the Day'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8391867303459572981</id><published>2009-02-01T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:28:27.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Again</title><content type='html'>Another trip, home again. Chaperoning is exhausting sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the NYT, two interesting articles:&lt;br /&gt;- on &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/02/01/fashion/01womyn.html?em"&gt;"womyn's lands"&lt;/a&gt; and their aging residents&lt;br /&gt;- a &lt;a href="http://kalman.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/01/29/the-inauguration-at-last/?em"&gt;series of illustrations&lt;/a&gt; on the inauguration&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8391867303459572981?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8391867303459572981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8391867303459572981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8391867303459572981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8391867303459572981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-again.html' title='Home Again'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7510450210054372237</id><published>2009-01-27T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:12:40.377-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Gap</title><content type='html'>It's been more than a week since I posted, whoa. It's been a whirlwind of a week, with the going to MHC for the choral reunion and all. I had a wonderful time, truly loved being in rehearsal that much. Though at this point, my voice is rather tired, not to mention my body. But it was all so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a half day off for snow today, which is excellent, though I certainly believe that it should have been a whole day. Or none at all off, given that the snow stopped right around the time the kids got out of school. Eh. At any rate, there might be freezing rain tonight, so we might get another day off tomorrow... though I would appreciate that since I could use a little sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But enough with the minutiae of my life, on to a news roundup:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/27/health/27well.html?_r=1"&gt;Turns out&lt;/a&gt; that fewer teenagers are having sex after all&lt;br /&gt;- President Obama &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/24/us/politics/24obama.html?ref=politics"&gt;has repealed&lt;/a&gt; the global gag rule&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/27/education/27college.html?ref=education"&gt;College endowments are down&lt;/a&gt; since the economy is in the toilet (shocker, I know)&lt;br /&gt;- Brandeis is &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/27/us/27museum.html?ref=education"&gt;planning to sell&lt;/a&gt; some of its art to raise cash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7510450210054372237?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7510450210054372237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7510450210054372237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7510450210054372237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7510450210054372237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/posting-gap.html' title='Posting Gap'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7593581835975050463</id><published>2009-01-19T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T18:35:53.655-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='history'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Stuff &amp; Things</title><content type='html'>First, a political cheer: era of Bush is over! Didn't vote for him the first or second time. Have defended him to students. Truly believe that he's not as dumb as he looks. But thank goodness that the two terms are over. Now an entirely different set of people can be frustrated with the chief executive and in four years, we'll go to the polls and do it all over again. But on this day, and for the next few, I'm just going to be happy and hopeful and calm and assume that many things are right with the world. At the end of it all, I like America. Your guy doesn't always win, but the system works well most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that same vein, here's a post of astonishment for the celebration of the birthday of Dr. Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. He did the unpopular, fought the system, continued to believe in the essential goodness of people even though, quite frankly, there was little reason to. An amazing person, an example to us all, without whom tomorrow would not have been possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;, here's a story on &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/16/education/16school.html?ref=education"&gt;teachers using the inauguration&lt;/a&gt; in classroooms. Also, one on &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/18/jobs/18pre.html?em"&gt;bad meetings and lots of them&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From NPR, &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=99561300"&gt;a story&lt;/a&gt; concerning bells, Trinity Church, and the inauguration. In addition, &lt;a href="http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=99088962"&gt;a story&lt;/a&gt; concerning letters written to Obama from young Navajo students. (Made me bawl, but worth it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7593581835975050463?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7593581835975050463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7593581835975050463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7593581835975050463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7593581835975050463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/stuff-things.html' title='Stuff &amp; Things'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-792402665767746617</id><published>2009-01-17T17:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T17:58:34.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Complicated Can It Be?</title><content type='html'>Who knew that figuring out &lt;a href="https://www.21st.com/cg/switch.do?forwardName=cgHomePage&amp;amp;newGeoStateAbbr=ca&amp;amp;newLanguage=en"&gt;car insurance&lt;/a&gt; was almost as complicated as &lt;a href="http://eharmony.com/"&gt;online dating&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-792402665767746617?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/792402665767746617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=792402665767746617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/792402665767746617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/792402665767746617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-complicated-can-it-be.html' title='How Complicated Can It Be?'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-4860146348388002726</id><published>2009-01-14T16:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T16:11:39.733-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><title type='text'>Here We Go Again</title><content type='html'>So, here's my latest roundup of stuff I think is interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- fiction reading by adults &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/12/books/12reading.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=education"&gt;is up!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- charter schools &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/10/education/10charter.html?ref=education"&gt;that emphasize culture&lt;/a&gt; over the American "melting pot"&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/13/us/13physics.html?em"&gt;the death of the lecture&lt;/a&gt; at certain colleges&lt;br /&gt;- emphasis on &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/13/health/13klas.html?em"&gt;manners&lt;/a&gt; for children&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/14/opinion/l14friedman.html"&gt;letters&lt;/a&gt; in response to the editorial which suggested cutting taxes for teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;u&gt;Slate&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- What are &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2208524/"&gt;the rules&lt;/a&gt; for giving someone the finger on TV?&lt;br /&gt;- At &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2208216/"&gt;the intersection of math and politics&lt;/a&gt;, an article discussing how congressional districts are formed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, for fun: &lt;a href="http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/01/14/funny-pictures-mad-i-not-on-de-counter/"&gt;it's Fish!&lt;/a&gt; (not actually, but representationally...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-4860146348388002726?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/4860146348388002726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=4860146348388002726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4860146348388002726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/4860146348388002726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here We Go Again'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-1085294685301132443</id><published>2009-01-11T20:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:49:30.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Casseroles</title><content type='html'>A friend who writes a &lt;a href="http://sweetpeacooks.wordpress.com/"&gt;cooking-related blog&lt;/a&gt; put out a call for casseroles that do not contain a can of condensed cream-of-whatever soup. I said that I had lots of them, but that I needed to consult my cookbook. So, here are the recipes... they come from &lt;u&gt;The Big Book of Casseroles&lt;/u&gt; by Maryana Vollstedt, published by Chronicle Books (2000).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chicken, Black Bean, &amp;amp; Tortilla Casserole&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/i&gt; vegetable oil, 1 large yellow onion, 1/2 green bell pepper (seeded &amp;amp; chopped), 2 cloves garlic (minced), 1 can tomatoes (including juices), 1/2 c. salsa, 1 t. cumin, 1/2 t. dried oregano, 3/4 t. salt, pepper to taste, 2 cans black beans (rinsed &amp;amp; drained), 3 c. cubed chicken cooked, 8 corn tortillas, 4 c. grated Monterey Jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saute onion, pepper, garlic about 5 min. Add tomatoes, salsa, cumin, oregano, salt, and pepper, and mix well, stir in beans and chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350. In a 4 quart casserole dish lightly coated with cooking spray or oil, spread one third of the chicken &amp;amp; bean mixture over the bottom. Top with 4 tortillas and sprinkle with 1 c. cheese. Add another third of the bean and chicken mixture, 4 more tortillas, and 1 c. cheese. Finish with remaining bean and chicken mixture. Cover and bake for 40 min. Remove lid, add remaining cheese, and bake until bubbly, about 10 min. more. Let stand 5-10 min before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chicken Enchilada Bake with Salsa Cream Sauce&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/i&gt; 3 T. butter, 3 T. flour, 1 1/2 c. chicken stock (low sodium), 1/4 t. salt, pepper to taste, 1 c. light sour cream, 1/2 c. salsa, 10 corn torillas (cut into 3/4 inch wide strips), 2 1/2 c. cubed cooked chicken, 1 can black beans (rinsed and drained), 6 green onions sliced, 2 1/2 c. grated Monteray Jack cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a medium saucepan over medium heat, melt butter. Add flour and blend. Whisk in stock, salt, and pepper and stir until mixture boils and is thickened, about 2 min. Remove from heat. Stir in sour cream and salsa and mix well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 375. Cover the bottom of a 9x13 inch baking dish with one third of the sauce. Scatter half of the tortilla strips on top. Next scatter the chicken, beans, green onions, and half the cheese. Pour one third of the sauce over all. Top with remaining tortilla strips, sauce, and cheese. Bake, covered, for 30 min. Remove cover and bake until bubbly, about 15 min longer. Let stand 10 min before serving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tailgate Casserole&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/i&gt; 1 1/2 lbs. ground beef or turkey, 1 t. vegetable oil (optional), 1 can (15 oz.) tomato sauce, 3/4 teaspoon salt, pepper to taste, 1/2 c. sour cream, 3 oz. cream cheese at room temperature, 1 c. lowfat cottage cheese, 6 green onions (sliced), 8-10 oz. egg noodles (cooked &amp;amp; drained), 2 c. grated cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 350. Brown beef or turkey in a large skillet. Add tomato sauce, salt,  and pepper and simmer 5 min. With an electric mixer, beat together sour cream, cream cheese, and cottage cheese in a medium bowl. Fold in green onions and mix well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a 9x13 baking dish lightly coated with cooking spray or oil, add half of the noodles, half of the cheese mixture, and half of the meat mixture in layers. Repeat the layers, ending with the meat mixture. Top with cheddar cheese. Cover and bake 30 min. Uncover and bake until bubbly, about 15 min longer. Let stand 5-10 min before serving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-1085294685301132443?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/1085294685301132443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=1085294685301132443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1085294685301132443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/1085294685301132443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/casseroles.html' title='Casseroles'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3432351918097563639</id><published>2009-01-11T17:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:43:00.336-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>[End] Pity Party</title><content type='html'>So, that's over for the year. I went through the annual letter reading and all is well with the world again. (You know, except for the obvious.) Laundry? In the dryer. Bread? Rising. Schoolwork? Getting there. Music? I win at Schubert and the Porpora is coming along slowly. Counting down to the latest visit to the motherland? You bet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom's birthday was on Wednesday and mom's anniversary was on Saturday. Happy happy to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, here's the latest stuff that's been keeping me busy on the internet:&lt;br /&gt;- an interesting series from &lt;u&gt;Slate&lt;/u&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2207886/entry/2207885/"&gt;documenting a woman&lt;/a&gt; who is visiting the Holocaust archives of the International Tracing Service in Germany&lt;br /&gt;- from the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;, a staging of Sondheim's "A Little Night Music" (I love Sondheim ever since my class on him during first year J-term&lt;br /&gt;- a &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/01/11/opinion/11friedman.html?em"&gt;suggestion&lt;/a&gt; from an editorialist in the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt; who thinks it would be a good idea to eliminate all federal income taxes on public school teachers (hey, those of us in the private schools would appreciate it too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I've been watching the news from Gaza. You should too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3432351918097563639?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3432351918097563639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3432351918097563639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3432351918097563639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3432351918097563639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-pity-party.html' title='[End] Pity Party'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-5433099856592751863</id><published>2009-01-05T20:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:59:45.452-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/SWK69Kh7uEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Iv6nV2J6VQs/s1600-h/Cynthia%26Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/SWK69Kh7uEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Iv6nV2J6VQs/s320/Cynthia%26Dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287994472447850562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today would have been my dad's 64th birthday. Some days, it's hard to believe that he's been gone for 17 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-5433099856592751863?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/5433099856592751863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=5433099856592751863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5433099856592751863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/5433099856592751863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/SWK69Kh7uEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Iv6nV2J6VQs/s72-c/Cynthia%26Dad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-288022601577008614</id><published>2009-01-04T20:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T20:15:21.277-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>End of the Break</title><content type='html'>Oh my, here we are. It's the end of break and time for school to begin again. I'm a little reluctant to begin the deluge again, big surprise. AP class is on track and they finished Reconstruction before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one second added to the space between the end of 2008 and the beginning of 2009. Here's an article from "Slate" on &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2207757/"&gt;people who are official timekeepers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also from "Slate," &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2206741/"&gt;an article&lt;/a&gt; for budding politicians on how to avoid Facebook-based embarrassment in later years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, &lt;a href="http://turning30walking60.blogspot.com/"&gt;my friend Katie&lt;/a&gt; has decided to walk in a 3-day to raise money for breast cancer research. If you can, can you help her out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've read some other interesting stuff over the past few days, but I forget what it was...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-288022601577008614?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/288022601577008614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=288022601577008614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/288022601577008614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/288022601577008614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2009/01/end-of-break.html' title='End of the Break'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7320177498243935229</id><published>2008-12-31T16:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T21:27:50.540-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>2008: Good Riddance</title><content type='html'>2008: not my favorite year ever. Lost &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/04/putting-it-off.html"&gt;too&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-in-town.html"&gt;many&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/05/2008-is-dead-to-me.html"&gt;people&lt;/a&gt;, had &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/search/label/cancer_scare"&gt;the cancer scare&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to remember that there were good things too:&lt;br /&gt;- friends got married&lt;br /&gt;- friends had babies&lt;br /&gt;- I got to &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/06/trip-to-seattle.html"&gt;visit&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/07/nh-part-2.html"&gt;friends&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/07/nh-part-1.html"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/being-adult.html"&gt;bought a car&lt;/a&gt;, perhaps becoming a grownup in the process&lt;br /&gt;- Barack Obama was &lt;a href="http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/11/election-results.html"&gt;elected President of the United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I am kicking ass this year in the classroom (not to mention taking names)&lt;br /&gt;- I have a wonderful group of friends who live close and far and love me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;- I have a wonderful family who lives close and far and loves me no matter what&lt;br /&gt;- I got to visit the motherland two times, reconnecting with a wonderful group of women who would do anything for me and for whom I would do anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7320177498243935229?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7320177498243935229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7320177498243935229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7320177498243935229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7320177498243935229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-good-riddance.html' title='2008: Good Riddance'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7971489256725838844</id><published>2008-12-30T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:52:46.152-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Roundup</title><content type='html'>From the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt;, several things:&lt;br /&gt;- a story &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/30/arts/television/30scru.html"&gt;on the resurrection&lt;/a&gt; of "Scrubs," a sitcom that I love, though have only ever watched on DVD or in reruns&lt;br /&gt;- a story on &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/29/opinion/29mon3.html?_r=1&amp;amp;em"&gt;a psychologist's retry of the Millgram experiment&lt;/a&gt;, something that I have taught my students about in conjunction with our genocide unit&lt;br /&gt;- a story about the concept of &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/28/education/28conferences.html"&gt;adding students&lt;/a&gt; to the parent-teacher conference mix&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made mittens over Christmas break and I love them. I should start a baby hat soon. Two baby hats, for the children of one of my bosses. (I have many.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out what to do with myself next summer. The thought of doing nothing isn't fab, but I'm not sure what I want to do. Camp? Could be. It's a good fallback.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7971489256725838844?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7971489256725838844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7971489256725838844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7971489256725838844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7971489256725838844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/roundup.html' title='Roundup'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-8064286796285191751</id><published>2008-12-28T16:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T16:23:37.799-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Returned, I Have</title><content type='html'>Interestingly, I made the drive to NH last Thursday in my personal best time, 10 hours and 20 minutes. However, today I made the drive back in 9 hours and 45 minutes, besting my previous record by 35 minutes. Probable cause? The new car. It doesn't rattle to let me know how fast I'm going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovely holiday, although not enough time with family, including my brothers, who zipped back to their homes much earlier than anticipated. Lovely presents -- things to read, wear, enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2207306/"&gt;Lovely article&lt;/a&gt;, from &lt;u&gt;Slate&lt;/u&gt;, on the book &lt;u&gt;Rise Up Singing&lt;/u&gt;, which I first encountered at Girl Scout camp. There were several counselors who seemed to own their own copies. At any rate... back home. Time to start some school work, as I have actually taken a whole week off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the NPR stations in Boston broadcast a program yesterday afternoon called "The Best of Public Radio 2008." It's a last-ditch fundraising effort for stations across the US... (If you want to give: www.givetopublicradio.org) and had the funniest story about an attempt to take the things that make stories on the NPR website hit the "most popular" list -- but it's not online in consumable form for people who haven't made contributions. Trust me, it was funny. Funny enough to consider making a contribution to a station that I don't even live in range of anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-8064286796285191751?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/8064286796285191751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=8064286796285191751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8064286796285191751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/8064286796285191751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/returned-i-have.html' title='Returned, I Have'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-7758484082663040250</id><published>2008-12-22T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:46:55.654-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Quick Post</title><content type='html'>Signing off for a week of no internet access... oh boy! Pity me the 12 hour drive each way. :) Or don't, since I am fortunate enough to have a car to drive and a family to visit, even if they do live far away. Be thankful for what you've got and I'll be back just before the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt; article: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/22/education/22college.html?_r=1"&gt;private colleges concerned&lt;/a&gt; about smaller numbers of applicants, even though early decision applications were up in many places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another article, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/23/science/23angi.html"&gt;this one on lying&lt;/a&gt; -- I don't feel that I lie very often, except, I guess, lies of omission. I'm just bad at it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-7758484082663040250?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/7758484082663040250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=7758484082663040250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7758484082663040250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/7758484082663040250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/quick-post.html' title='Quick Post'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6351634849372854826.post-3166231316537380603</id><published>2008-12-21T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T16:33:38.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>On Being Lazy</title><content type='html'>There is truly nothing like an actual weekend, a real break from work. They are a luxury that I do not often have the time to take in my profession. I have been lazing about, finishing knitting projects and starting new ones (mittens!), reading, messing about on the internet. I actually took a nap this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latest things of interest from the internet:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/21/books/review/Alford-t.html"&gt;an article&lt;/a&gt; from the &lt;u&gt;NYT&lt;/u&gt; on people who leave things between the pages of books. Best part? The closing paragraphs which describe a pair of Smith students in the early 70's who pull a trick concerning a famous alumna of their college. You have to read it for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/21/education/21shared.html"&gt;another&lt;/a&gt; from the same newspaper on small schools sharing buildings&lt;br /&gt;- plus, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/20/opinion/20sat4.html"&gt;an editorial&lt;/a&gt; commenting that separate is not equal when it comes to marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to drink some tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6351634849372854826-3166231316537380603?l=itripoverthings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/feeds/3166231316537380603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6351634849372854826&amp;postID=3166231316537380603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3166231316537380603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6351634849372854826/posts/default/3166231316537380603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itripoverthings.blogspot.com/2008/12/on-being-lazy.html' title='On Being Lazy'/><author><name>cmk</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16810008386793276590</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fFxcjHHgKQI/R_GHy2Tu4iI/AAAAAAAAACA/DRUJkODrHCk/S220/2sunlitdays.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
