<?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-7395360715550386853</id><updated>2012-02-01T20:38:35.272-08:00</updated><category term='spanish'/><category term='proud moment'/><category term='news tidbits'/><category term='blog award'/><category term='felt project'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='commercial'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='nature'/><category term='guest post'/><category term='a thought for all seasons'/><category term='service'/><category term='public transportation adventures'/><category term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category term='spending tracker'/><category term='authors'/><category term='complaints'/><category 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term='poetry'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='mini vacations'/><category term='love story'/><category term='in love with...'/><category term='bike adventures'/><category term='fun with friends'/><title type='text'>First Impressions</title><subtitle type='html'>A little blog of first impressions, second thoughts, and random musings.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>401</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-3570586724320359156</id><published>2012-02-01T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T20:38:35.336-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>DIY House Lanterns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/at/illuminated-houses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/at/illuminated-houses.jpg" width="283" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I just have to share this post with you from Apartment Therapy on &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/diy-illuminated-houses-fellow-fellow-165262"&gt;DIY House Lanterns&lt;/a&gt;. You basically take cutouts of old prints and make them into lanterns or night lights. I love this project because it is so charming and romantic, yet very simple. Just looking at the picture below, I can already feel myself getting swept into a dreamy fairy tale. It's just the type of project that captures the imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other nice thing about it is that you can make the lanterns out of supplies you already have in your home. For complete DIY instructions, find them at &lt;a href="http://fellowfellow.com/diy-houses-by-night/"&gt;fellowfellow&lt;/a&gt;. But here's the gist of it: Simply find some vintage photographs of castles, chateaus, or cottages from old books or magazines. You could even print some off the Internet. Next, cut along the silhouette. Feel free to cut out any windows too. It will make it look like the light is actually glowing from within. Tape the outer edges together to make a stand-up cylinder. Then, just add a battery operated tea light inside. That's it! I think it would be cool to make a few of these and display them on a nice table as a vintage village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-3570586724320359156?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3570586724320359156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/diy-house-lanterns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3570586724320359156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3570586724320359156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/diy-house-lanterns.html' title='DIY House Lanterns'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-1602537135446632249</id><published>2012-01-27T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:11:21.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bars'/><title type='text'>Single Barrel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3-media2.ak.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/y92hJrpbfWdv2jPGMvwI-A/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://s3-media2.ak.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/y92hJrpbfWdv2jPGMvwI-A/l.jpg" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A zesty orange refreshment, The Lion Tamer.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;An evening trip to &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/singlebarrel-san-jose"&gt;Single Barrel&lt;/a&gt; was my first foray into the world of Speakeasy bars, modeled after underground bars of the Prohibition era. Like Speakeasies of yesteryear, Single Barrel seems more like a secret hideout than the popular Yelp-worthy bar it is. With no flashy signs or neon lights to flag down your attention on the street, it's easy to miss. There is aptly just a single barrel hanging over the sidewalk awning-- sort of like a secret code! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of other Yelp reviewers rightly mention the line outside. They only let people in as other patrons leave. Make sure your group is six or less. They're pretty strict about this. They want to keep the atmosphere classy and the noise level conducive to conversation. They also want to make sure everyone has a place to sit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be excited once you get to the head of the line because that is the only line you'll have to wait in all evening! None of the usual bar lines to get a drink, find a table, etc. The doorman may look like a 1920s gangster, but he's very friendly and never breaks character. He will give you a rundown of the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No groups over six&lt;br /&gt;2. Keep the noise level down&lt;br /&gt;3. No gum&lt;br /&gt;4. No smoking&lt;br /&gt;5. Put cell phones on silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will ask if you've ever been to Single Barrel before and he will radio your party information to his colleagues downstairs to make sure the bartender is ready for you. Once you get the go-ahead signal, follow a red carpeted passageway to the basement. Once there, it'll seem like you stepped back in time or maybe onto the set of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0070735/"&gt;The Sting&lt;/a&gt;. With the dark, leathery decor and the bartenders clad in ties, suspenders and newsboy caps, I half expected Robert Redford or Paul Newman to hop the counter. There were exactly six in our group so our bartender asked us our drink preferences one by one. She custom made cocktails for all of us. I said I liked fruity, refreshing drinks in which I can't really taste the alcohol. She fired up a tasty orange treat called the Lion Tamer ($11). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, this is a great place to go if you want to get away from the typical bar experience. So head on over to Single Barrel, and remember...speak easy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-1602537135446632249?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1602537135446632249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/single-barrel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1602537135446632249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1602537135446632249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/single-barrel.html' title='Single Barrel'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-582314068337310360</id><published>2012-01-25T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T22:08:54.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='europe'/><title type='text'>A Shot of Strasbourg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1fljLmYb6A/TyDoXwwuOrI/AAAAAAAABsU/yJsXOO4d-k4/s1600/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1fljLmYb6A/TyDoXwwuOrI/AAAAAAAABsU/yJsXOO4d-k4/s200/-1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was browsing an antique store yesterday when I found this framed painting of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strasbourg"&gt;Strasbourg&lt;/a&gt;, the beautiful capital of the Alsace region in France I visited a couple of years ago. It's one of my favorite places. Quaint sidewalk cafes, cobblestone streets, and a laid back pace of life. I'd love to go back some day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFU7LjpPX60/TyDogCJ17HI/AAAAAAAABsc/BINuH5SIX8w/s1600/100_4544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uFU7LjpPX60/TyDogCJ17HI/AAAAAAAABsc/BINuH5SIX8w/s200/100_4544.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's a picture I took from the same angle as the painting, two years ago. Pretty cool, huh?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-582314068337310360?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/582314068337310360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/shot-of-strasbourg.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/582314068337310360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/582314068337310360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/shot-of-strasbourg.html' title='A Shot of Strasbourg'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w1fljLmYb6A/TyDoXwwuOrI/AAAAAAAABsU/yJsXOO4d-k4/s72-c/-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-7541790388288558729</id><published>2012-01-23T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T23:41:03.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating san francisco'/><title type='text'>Date Night in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHeAbYvUjhI/Tx5cgQOCrpI/AAAAAAAABrw/irAST-9s1eA/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHeAbYvUjhI/Tx5cgQOCrpI/AAAAAAAABrw/irAST-9s1eA/s320/Picture+2.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Looking for a cute date place in the city? Get away from the bustle of downtown and grab the next cable car to &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/amelie-san-francisco#hrid:D1fDRTtI2IYKEeJakbPbuQ/src:self"&gt;Amelie&lt;/a&gt;. Tucked away on a dreamy street in Nob Hill, this über trendy French wine bar is the place to be! They offer a great selection of wine from around the world. Pair a nice glass of wine with a yummy cheese platter complete with cold cuts, honey, and different garnishes. Half the fun is trying the different combinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3-media4.ak.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/H-BiBMVprHV85TloMJNZ2Q/l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://s3-media4.ak.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/H-BiBMVprHV85TloMJNZ2Q/l.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sorry for the blurry picture, but I just wanted to give you all an idea of what you can look forward to. Going counter clockwise from the top left, we have &lt;i&gt;camembert&lt;/i&gt;, &lt;i&gt;du comt&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;é, du roquefort. &lt;/i&gt;On the right are &lt;i&gt;jambon de pays&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;saucisson&lt;/i&gt;. In the middle are the different types of honey, apple slices, with the garnishes below. All of their cheese platters also come with La brea organic baguette. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bon appétit!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="st"&gt;Special thank you to Guillaume for making that evening (and this blog post) come true!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-7541790388288558729?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7541790388288558729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/date-night-in-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7541790388288558729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7541790388288558729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/date-night-in-city.html' title='Date Night in the City'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jHeAbYvUjhI/Tx5cgQOCrpI/AAAAAAAABrw/irAST-9s1eA/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-918849660414283287</id><published>2012-01-11T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:04:21.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Mall Worker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Gentle reader, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I may or may not have mentioned before [probably not.], I have in recent months delved into an enterprise which has its share of indescribable glory as well as its share of quiet suffering. I am, of course, referring to the world of retail sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To clarify, or perhaps confuse, it had been a secret girlhood dream of mine to work at the mall. I'm not sure just how to describe it. The chic woman clad in all black spritzing French perfume at oblivious passersby, the young 20-something spending an entire afternoon folding and refolding the same stack of flannel shirts, the aproned barista who openly scoffs at anyone ordering a &lt;i&gt;venti&lt;/i&gt;-- these were the elite whom I secretly envied. They were the keepers of the perfume I was too young to wear, the clothes I was too broke to buy, and the caffeine I wasn't allowed to imbibe. They were wonderful and glamorous in every way, as if they &lt;i&gt;were&lt;/i&gt; the brands they represented. The woman working at the perfume counter may as well have been a Parisian model saddled on the back of a Vespa, clinging to a glass of champagne in one hand and her chiseled boyfriend's waist with the other. The hipster probably spent every weekend holed up in a snowed-in log cabin with five of her co-ed friends, all sporting skinny jeans and burgundy cable-knit pullovers. The barista most likely spends her time writing novels on her laptop and arguing with her intellectual friends over the genius of Joyce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And your point is...?&lt;/i&gt;, you may ask. Very well. My point is that all is not what it may seem! Please, hold your gasps of disbelief for later. What I mean to say is that being employed in the mall has its trials as well as its triumphs. You see, gentle reader, I myself have experienced the "other side of the fence," as they say. For the past six months, I have been working at the heart of a commercial center [which shall remained unnamed] as a sales consultant. Do not be fooled by the deceptively simple term "sales consultant." In reality, there is so much more to the job. We are not mere cashiers [no offense to cashiers], nor mere stock girls [no offense to stock girls]. We are also there to consult. We tell people they look wonderful wearing or standing next to our products. We say things like, "Perhaps blue is more your color," or "Those bring out the sparkle in your eyes beautifully," or "You know what would look great with that necklace? These fabulous earrings!". We assure people that our products are hygienic, hypoallergenic, and photogenic. We dissuade them from smashing our products with a hammer just "to see if they're durable." We also deal with the occasional unfortunate situation. We get yelled at when people try to return a product without a receipt. Really people, it's the universal policy. Have you really &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; made a purchase anywhere before? We get heavy sighs and eye rolls when we take a little longer than ideal to ring someone up. We get the dirty looks of parents when we have to ask their feral children not to climb onto the glass display cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet... there are the wonderful moments that make everything else worthwhile. It's the chance to see a mother helping her young daughter pick out the perfect pair of earrings for her junior prom. It's the chance to see a couple of best friends buying a matching set of BFF bracelets. It's also the chance to see a teenage boy choosing a heart necklace for his and his girlfriend's anniversary... six months in advance. In a world that can often seem harsh or selfish, it is a real privilege to witness these small acts of generosity, friendship, and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude, there is a lot more to the realm of retail sales and shopping than meets the eye. Even in a place as inconspicuous as a shopping mall, one can catch a glimpse into the human heart. So the next time you're in the mall, have a quick look around and see what you can discover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;A Non-Disgruntled Worker&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-918849660414283287?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/918849660414283287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/confessions-of-mall-worker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/918849660414283287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/918849660414283287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/confessions-of-mall-worker.html' title='Confessions of a Mall Worker'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6152423802139045658</id><published>2011-12-14T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T23:55:20.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a thought for all seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily inspirations'/><title type='text'>A Girl You Should Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dear Gentle Readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this entertaining post through a friend of mine. It is a little piece entitled "&lt;a href="http://nonamerah.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/869/"&gt;A Girl You Should Date&lt;/a&gt;" by Rosemarie Urquico. It rather charmingly suggests that girls who read make better girlfriends [and people as a whole] because they know how to use their imaginations to make life more interesting and they have a different way of seeing the world. It begins:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The article continues with a lighthearted but sincere litany of qualities that readers inherently possess, including the kind of &lt;i&gt;joie de vivre&lt;/i&gt; that only comes through having lived centuries across different continents with only a paperback as a passport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I imagine if you folks take a second to look over the article, I'll bet you will happily recognize that some of those qualities describe you. So while the title of this piece is "A Girl You Should Date," it could just as easily be entitled "A Boy You Should Date," "A Friend You Should Have," or "The Person You Should Be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6152423802139045658?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6152423802139045658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-you-should-date.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6152423802139045658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6152423802139045658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/girl-you-should-date.html' title='A Girl You Should Date'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8541443254314845358</id><published>2011-12-06T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T19:29:30.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December Act of Kindness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;As I rushed to the post office today with an armful of Christmas packages to mail, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten to seal one of my packages with tape. My mistake. When I asked one of the post office employees if I could have a piece of tape for my present, he responded dryly that the tape he has does not work very well and the "recommends purchasing" a roll of duct tape they were selling for $4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be picky, but I think that the post office should, at the very least, offer a free piece of tape to customers. I mean, we &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;pay taxes. A little tape in exchange would be nice. Because of the long line behind me, I decided not to argue and to buy the tape reluctantly. Before I could do so, the lady behind me offered to let me use her roll of tape. "No sense in buying a whole roll!," she chirped cheerfully. I gratefully accepted and she was very gracious about it. It's nice to know that there are still kind people out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8541443254314845358?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8541443254314845358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-act-of-kindness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8541443254314845358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8541443254314845358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-act-of-kindness.html' title='December Act of Kindness'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-1145018571683519860</id><published>2011-11-29T21:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:48:45.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my boyfriend, Ryan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Wouldn't you love to get this message from Ryan Gosling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://g-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/3051334/ryan-grey_rect540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://g-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/3051334/ryan-grey_rect540.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hey girl.  It's me, Ryan.  I'm apparently having a really good year.  I've had a few movies hit the theaters, did you catch any of them?  I also broke up a &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gauLLAR7njY"&gt;street fight&lt;/a&gt; and inspired a &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/package/article/0,,20315920_20546296,00.html"&gt;protest&lt;/a&gt; when Bradley Cooper was chosen as &lt;em&gt;People's&lt;/em&gt; Sexiest Man of the Year (no disrespect, he's a handsome gent).  Anyway, some of my stylish outfits inspired this post.  Enjoy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;--&lt;/i&gt;For more, check out the full post on Apartment Therapy.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-1145018571683519860?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1145018571683519860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-my-boyfriend-ryan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1145018571683519860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1145018571683519860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-my-boyfriend-ryan.html' title='It&apos;s my boyfriend, Ryan'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2848938629161263548</id><published>2011-11-22T23:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T23:36:24.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>It's A Small(er) World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;According to a &lt;a href="http://finance.yahoo.com/news/separating-4-74-degrees-163505867.html"&gt;new study done by Facebook and the University of Milan&lt;/a&gt;, the average number of acquaintances that separate any two people in the world is now 4.74 versus the original "six degrees of separation" theory originally proposed in 1967.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So congratulations! That means, that you are less than five degrees away from anyone on the planet including... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HD4QfZK9Z5U/Tab5swuhThI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9nB3_vTzsJM/s1600/willkate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HD4QfZK9Z5U/Tab5swuhThI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9nB3_vTzsJM/s320/willkate.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fabafterfifty.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/george-clooney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.fabafterfifty.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/george-clooney.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XpetQL1tRRQ/TPMolyoRLmI/AAAAAAAAKho/RkwEppMTNIg/s1600/Angelina+Jolie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLr9HayCv44/TUKx0zX3MvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IMEel7Y3JSk/s1600/jersey-shore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pLr9HayCv44/TUKx0zX3MvI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IMEel7Y3JSk/s320/jersey-shore.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hey, it's like riding the bus. You have to take the good with the bad...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2078160061"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_2078160062"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2848938629161263548?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2848938629161263548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-smaller-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2848938629161263548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2848938629161263548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-smaller-world.html' title='It&apos;s A Small(er) World'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HD4QfZK9Z5U/Tab5swuhThI/AAAAAAAAAMA/9nB3_vTzsJM/s72-c/willkate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8165523152406917006</id><published>2011-10-20T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:55:41.352-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Sassy Siri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsz9c3GffS1r4eoiuo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lsz9c3GffS1r4eoiuo1_400.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8165523152406917006?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8165523152406917006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/sassy-siri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8165523152406917006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8165523152406917006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/sassy-siri.html' title='Sassy Siri'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4542002918555644564</id><published>2011-10-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T20:16:57.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>I Talked to Siri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In my previous&lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/siri-im-scared-of-her.html"&gt; post&lt;/a&gt;, I expressed my fear of the new Siri voice-recognition/life-planning feature of the iPhone 4S. I was scared of her power. Now, I'm not one who likes to be scared and remain scared. I always do my best to face any of my fears head-on, believing that most fear is bred from unfamiliarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aisquared.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Siri.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.aisquared.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/Siri.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So just like my previously conquered fears of riding the 22 Muni after dark without pepper spray or getting a cartilage piercing from a disgruntled teen mall employee, I manned up and confronted Siri at the downtown Apple store. I walked up to the iPhone table, where everything seemed harmless enough. For each iPhone 4S display, there was a companion iPad on which you could look up everything you need to know about the new iPhone. While I gingerly browsed the phone's new features, I heard a helpful Apple employee showing the customer next to me how to use Siri. I eavesdropped slyly as she explained to the gentleman that you just hold down the circular button to activate the Siri feature. You're then free to talk to her and ask her a question. Simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held down the circular button just like the girl demonstrated. The screen pulled up the little purple microphone icon and it looked like it was waiting for me to say something. I felt like I was consulting a genie or a Magic 8 Ball. The pressure was on. Not sure what to ask, I blurted out the first question that popped into my mind: "Where is Samovar?" To clarify, Samovar was the tea lounge where I was going to meet my friend later on. Siri pondered my question and typed it out on the screen. She then [accurately] said there were three Samovar locations in the city. She pulled up Google maps, where she had already pinpointed all three locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, I asked her a few more questions. Her accuracy rate of understanding my questions was about 80%. It was a noisy store, so that might explain why she misheard some of my questions. I had asked, "Where is the nearest BART?" She took my question as, "Why did we ever part?" Amusing. Meanwhile, the boneheads next to me were asking Siri stupid questions like, "Should I take my sweater off?" "Are you single?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. So Siri's not &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;scary. She seems harmless enough. At this point, she may not be smart enough yet to take over the world. But I guess we'll have to wait and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4542002918555644564?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4542002918555644564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-talked-to-siri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4542002918555644564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4542002918555644564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-talked-to-siri.html' title='I Talked to Siri'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-419311612850967904</id><published>2011-10-17T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T11:51:11.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>Siri: I'm scared of her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Chances are, you've heard all the hype about the new iPhone 4S and its advanced voice recognizing personal assistant feature, called &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/iphone/features/siri.html"&gt;Siri&lt;/a&gt;. The feature exclusive to iPhone 4S purports to help you organize everything from personal contacts to daily schedules. You can tell Siri to text someone for you or you could ask her to look up traffic conditions. According to Mac, "&lt;i&gt;Siri understands what you say, knows what you mean, and even talks back&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/rNsrl86inpo/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNsrl86inpo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rNsrl86inpo&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my question is, does anyone else find this a little creepy? I mean, hasn't anyone seen &lt;i&gt;Space Odyssey 2001 &lt;/i&gt;or &lt;i&gt;Smart House&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;Wall-E&lt;/i&gt;? To be clear, I'm not anti-technology or anti-Apple. Before the haters hate on me, I am NOT a PC. I love my Apple products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for some reason Siri reminds me of Suri-- a sentient, seemingly harmless [even cute] secret genius who can actually control people's minds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes aside, even if Siri really &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;just a fancy app that has no capacity for actual thoughts, maybe we should think twice before we rely on one piece of technology to do everything for us. Are we so lazy that we don't even want to dial or text anyone anymore? Forget opening an actual dictionary. Forget typing anything into Google. Just whisper it to Siri and she'll give you all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe we should consider more closely how much of our personal information we want to pour into one device. While I'm in no way suggesting that the folks at Apple would use our information maliciously, one would wonder what could happen if all of that information fell into the wrong hands-- hackers, identity thieves, unscrupulous advertisers. There are a lot of unsavory characters out there who could benefit from knowing all the personal information we voluntarily feed our devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-419311612850967904?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/419311612850967904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/siri-im-scared-of-her.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/419311612850967904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/419311612850967904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/10/siri-im-scared-of-her.html' title='Siri: I&apos;m scared of her.'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-7467776011571618566</id><published>2011-09-19T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T23:15:43.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Monument</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.piccsy.com/cache/images/lego-monument-139382-398-699.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.piccsy.com/cache/images/lego-monument-139382-398-699.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Found on &lt;a href="http://piccsy.com/2011/08/lego-monument/"&gt;Piccsy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-7467776011571618566?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7467776011571618566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/lego-monument.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7467776011571618566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7467776011571618566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/lego-monument.html' title='Lego Monument'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8460017302457725678</id><published>2011-09-18T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:44:19.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Facebook Fabulous: It's Cus' They're Awesome Like That</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Peruse your list of friends on Facebook and I bet you'll find those one or two people whose lives are Facebook Fabulous. You know the ones I'm talking about. With every wall post, profile picture, and status update so carefully chosen, it's easy to see why they're the envy of the social networking world. Their lives are more far more fabulous than we mere mortals could ever even dream of. Everyone knows them. Everyone wants to be their friend. They either have a whopping roster of over 5,000 friends to prove their popularity or a special hand-picked group of 50 to demonstrate selectivity. In any case, you should thank your lucky stars you made the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Their listed interests include irony, Mayan art, and eclectic bands you've never heard of. Don't even try to decipher their favorite quotes. The references are way too obscure for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Browse their profile pictures and admire how 'counter-cultural' or 'bohemian' they are. How can they not be? Part of being Facebook Fabulous means being depicted in seemingly candid sepia-toned photos with that Brooklyn-circa-1962 vibe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee that you'll find at least one Facebook friend who fits this description. And do you know why? It's cus' they're awesome like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8460017302457725678?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8460017302457725678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/facebook-fabulous-its-cus-theyre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8460017302457725678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8460017302457725678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/facebook-fabulous-its-cus-theyre.html' title='Facebook Fabulous: It&apos;s Cus&apos; They&apos;re Awesome Like That'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-3387460118034816265</id><published>2011-09-11T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T01:00:59.453-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'>Wish List: IKEA PS Laptop Workstation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm adding this sweet find to my wish list. It's the uber stylish and practical &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/10139134#"&gt;PS Laptop Workstation by IKEA for $59.99&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently it's super popular, but I've only just found out about it! It mounts easily to a wall and it comes with built-in cord control. It looks like the perfect solution for those of us who have space challenges. Plus, Apartment Therapy posted these awesome alternative uses for it! According to the &lt;a href="http://www.unplggd.com/unplggd/hacks/five-other-uses-for-ikeas-ps-laptop-workstation-155662"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, you can also use the work station for the following hacks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vanity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changing Table&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Home Bar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ironing Station&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garden Station&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mozaikdecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/ikea-ps-workstation3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://www.mozaikdecor.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/ikea-ps-workstation3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-3387460118034816265?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3387460118034816265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/wish-list-ikea-ps-laptop-workstation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3387460118034816265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3387460118034816265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/wish-list-ikea-ps-laptop-workstation.html' title='Wish List: IKEA PS Laptop Workstation'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4098201489030873245</id><published>2011-09-03T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:02:32.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DIY Jewelry Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;With some leftover material from previous projects, I made my own jewelry board. No more mislaid earrings for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Materials&lt;br /&gt; &lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cardboard&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrap fabric&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot glue gun&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Push pins&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wall hook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZalkXxj4_64/TmMDww3uL6I/AAAAAAAABrk/P804xwSOwfE/s1600/GEDC3051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZalkXxj4_64/TmMDww3uL6I/AAAAAAAABrk/P804xwSOwfE/s320/GEDC3051.JPG" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4098201489030873245?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4098201489030873245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/diy-jewelry-board.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4098201489030873245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4098201489030873245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/09/diy-jewelry-board.html' title='DIY Jewelry Board'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZalkXxj4_64/TmMDww3uL6I/AAAAAAAABrk/P804xwSOwfE/s72-c/GEDC3051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4443470199745872959</id><published>2011-08-14T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T02:06:29.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>DIY E-Reader Cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I had my Nook for a couple of weeks, and I still hadn't found a cover I liked. Most of the ones they sell at Barnes and Noble are pretty plain and overpriced. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxWlVOY5aLU/TkeN0LJ-VqI/AAAAAAAABrg/RvD2WjfGfzQ/s1600/GEDC3036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxWlVOY5aLU/TkeN0LJ-VqI/AAAAAAAABrg/RvD2WjfGfzQ/s320/GEDC3036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well instead of spending $40 or more on a cover I didn't really like, I decided to make my own. I stopped by my local Jo-Ann Fabrics and picked up some material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4tV93ZFdk8/TkeNa8SE3ZI/AAAAAAAABrY/p_VuTMpV1PQ/s1600/GEDC3030.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u4tV93ZFdk8/TkeNa8SE3ZI/AAAAAAAABrY/p_VuTMpV1PQ/s320/GEDC3030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For my personalized e-reader cover, I needed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two different colors of fabric-- 1/2 yard each [although I bought one yard of each just in case]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One yard of elastic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One size 11 precision blade&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One sheet of 6mm-thick foam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An iron-on applique [I chose a peacock to complement my turquoise fabric]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_2BPSUXVhE/TkeNoST6uqI/AAAAAAAABrc/UM8zloxmIpg/s1600/GEDC3033.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_2BPSUXVhE/TkeNoST6uqI/AAAAAAAABrc/UM8zloxmIpg/s320/GEDC3033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already had some felt, cardboard, Velcro, and my hot glue gun at home, so I only spent about $20. I didn't have a pattern to follow, which meant I ended up winging it. After a couple hours of improvising, I'm very happy with my final product! My customized cover with padded interior has elastic to hold my Nook securely in place, plus a bonus pocket for papers and a little pocket in the spine for my pencil. And don't worry, when I close my cover, the pencil rests gently between the two pieces of foam so it won't scratch the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone with an e-reader or anyone thinking of buying one, consider checking out DIY options or Etsy before settling for a cover you don't absolutely love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4443470199745872959?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4443470199745872959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/diy-e-reader-cover.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4443470199745872959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4443470199745872959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/diy-e-reader-cover.html' title='DIY E-Reader Cover'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lxWlVOY5aLU/TkeN0LJ-VqI/AAAAAAAABrg/RvD2WjfGfzQ/s72-c/GEDC3036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2965583343525261157</id><published>2011-08-09T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T01:12:43.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nook Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Well, I've officially had 3 whole days with my new Nook Simple Touch and I love it! I had some problems initially with getting my WiFi to work at home. I just need to adjust the settings on my router. My solution in the meantime has been to download books using the free WiFi at work, and also downloading books to my Mac and syncing it to my Nook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.headlinesnews.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/nook-simple-touch-reader-300x207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://www.headlinesnews.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/nook-simple-touch-reader-300x207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I currently have about 30 books in my 'library' [with a built-in capacity of 1,000 and option of additional SD card] and I happily haven't paid for a single one. What I love about the Nook [that isn't as readily available yet on the Kindle] is the freedom and ease with which I can get free books on other websites and borrow from public libraries. I can pretty much download any free book in ePub format. So far, my favorite free book site is &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/"&gt;Project Gutenburg&lt;/a&gt;. They have over 36,000 free books that have lapsed into public domain-- which translates into: Up for Grabs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among others, I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Divine Comedy by Dante&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Secret Adversary by Agatha Christie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thirty-Nine Steps by John Buchanan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2965583343525261157?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2965583343525261157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/nook-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2965583343525261157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2965583343525261157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/nook-update.html' title='Nook Update'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4336473390818312597</id><published>2011-08-05T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T23:49:56.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Sam!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Special thanks to my pal Sam for designing my new header! She's awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out her super cute online shop &lt;a href="http://brainmade.tumblr.com/"&gt;Brainmade&lt;/a&gt; and her Tumblr &lt;a href="http://teasafari.tumblr.com/"&gt;Note to Sam&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lonsuw3OPL1qcmms7o1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lonsuw3OPL1qcmms7o1_250.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Buy these handmade earrings &lt;a href="http://brainmade.tumblr.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for only $5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4336473390818312597?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4336473390818312597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/thanks-sam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4336473390818312597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4336473390818312597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/08/thanks-sam.html' title='Thanks Sam!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2842392042982621753</id><published>2011-07-28T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:50:17.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>DIY Vintage Desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/ohdeedoh/b_a_desk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/ohdeedoh/b_a_desk.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/ohdeedoh/b_a_desk2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://i-cdn.apartmenttherapy.com/uimages/ohdeedoh/b_a_desk2.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From Apartment Therapy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Here's yet another reblog from &lt;a href="http://www.ohdeedoh.com/ohdeedoh/before-after/desk-space-for-a-little-girls-room-before-after-152057"&gt;Apartment Therapy&lt;/a&gt;-- this time, a very cute DIY. For only about $55, some creative folks were able to turn an old desk and a collection of old frames into fab vintage desk space. Although the project was intended for a little girl's room, I'm totally swiping this idea when I get my own place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2842392042982621753?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2842392042982621753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/diy-vintage-desk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2842392042982621753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2842392042982621753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/diy-vintage-desk.html' title='DIY Vintage Desk'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5855309556516228432</id><published>2011-07-07T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:17:44.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush'/><title type='text'>New Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFozOIiRO9Q/ThX30hEucoI/AAAAAAAABj4/GcSChsmV9GE/s1600/GEDC0188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFozOIiRO9Q/ThX30hEucoI/AAAAAAAABj4/GcSChsmV9GE/s400/GEDC0188.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hunter Thomsen of &lt;a href="http://www.wethekingsmusic.com/"&gt;We the Kings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5855309556516228432?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5855309556516228432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5855309556516228432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5855309556516228432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-crush.html' title='New Crush'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fFozOIiRO9Q/ThX30hEucoI/AAAAAAAABj4/GcSChsmV9GE/s72-c/GEDC0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8487368354230788092</id><published>2011-07-05T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T12:12:23.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Chicago Eats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Just got back this weekend from a whirlwind (literally) four-day trip to Chicago. There, my friend Ania showed me everything in the Windy City from the 110-story Willis Tower (formerly the Sears Tower) and Navy Pier to Millennium Park and the famous Bean. One of my favorite parts of the trip, or any trip for that matter, was sampling all the local food the city had to offer. While the city itself has a lot of touristy eateries, I also found that my two favorite food joints were actually tucked away in the suburbs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're ever in the Chicagoland area, here are some awesome places you must try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/johnnies-beef-elmwood-park"&gt;Johnnie's Beef- Elmwood Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is a local legend. Located in the Chicago suburb of Elmwood Park, this sandwich eatery is what I like to think of as a walk-through diner-- or a food truck without wheels, if you will. On any given day, I'm told that there's always a steady line of hungry locals wrapped around the building. I assure you, though, it's well worth the wait. Once inside, you're faced with an assembly line of blue-capped grilling maestros who will speedily serve you the best Italian beef sandwich you've ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgwJVwf83wo/ThNXWSkA1fI/AAAAAAAABjg/UyH8modIS0c/s1600/GEDC0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgwJVwf83wo/ThNXWSkA1fI/AAAAAAAABjg/UyH8modIS0c/s400/GEDC0121.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The line wraps around the block, but it's worth it.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3I3p_1yOACg/ThNcAnYmAKI/AAAAAAAABjo/1pdZ8QYuuyE/s1600/GEDC0123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3I3p_1yOACg/ThNcAnYmAKI/AAAAAAAABjo/1pdZ8QYuuyE/s400/GEDC0123.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The perfect combo of Italian beef, peppers and spices.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For less than $4, you get a handful of tender Italian beef with peppers and jalapenos stuffed into a roll. As someone, who is rather picky about eating beef, I now stand as a believer of Johnnie's. The things that usually stop me from eating slabs of beef like toughness and slimy fat are absent from a Johnnie's sandwich. All I can say is, go here!!! And pick up a refreshing side of lemon Italian ice while you're at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/hala-kahiki-river-grove"&gt;Hala Kahiki- River Grove&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of sightseeing, this tiki bar is the perfect place to kick back and unwind over something fruity and potent. My recommendation is the famous Volcano, available to share in portions for two or up to six. The rum-based treat is served in a cute bowl, with a raised smoking volcano in the middle. Sip leisurely through long straws and enjoy for only $13.50 (the two-person portion). Unfortunately, I don't have a picture and I don't want to steal anyone else's. But you can see what it looks like &lt;a href="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4132/4844749978_94e90926db.jpg"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/gold-coast-dogs-chicago-9"&gt;Gold Coast Dogs, Inc.- Chicago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This family-owned chain based in Chicago had a booth at the annual Taste of Chicago food fest, where I got to sample their famous Chicago style hot dog. &lt;i&gt;Here's a fun fact for all of us who aren't native Chicagoans: Never ask for ketchup for your hot dog in Chicago. It compromises the quality of the meat. Ask for ketchup and you'll be marked as a tourist. &lt;/i&gt;A true Chicago style hot dog has yellow mustard, relish, chopped onions, peppers and a pickle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-_XGHXpT_8/ThNeqbJPrfI/AAAAAAAABjs/iDCM4lEAMhs/s1600/GEDC0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b-_XGHXpT_8/ThNeqbJPrfI/AAAAAAAABjs/iDCM4lEAMhs/s400/GEDC0057.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;With all the stuff they put on a Chicago dog, you won't notice the lack of ketchup.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l04PWAv2uYI/ThNfCXmnaOI/AAAAAAAABj0/QfZ-21RKPi4/s1600/GEDC0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l04PWAv2uYI/ThNfCXmnaOI/AAAAAAAABj0/QfZ-21RKPi4/s400/GEDC0068.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Gold Coast hot dog.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8487368354230788092?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8487368354230788092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/chicago-eats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8487368354230788092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8487368354230788092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/07/chicago-eats.html' title='Chicago Eats'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tgwJVwf83wo/ThNXWSkA1fI/AAAAAAAABjg/UyH8modIS0c/s72-c/GEDC0121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2765364512742916849</id><published>2011-06-24T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:20:50.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite freebies friday'/><title type='text'>Favorite Freebies Friday: Bay Area Free Book Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In honor of the recession and my own brokeness (new word?), here's a new segment I'm calling Favorite Freebies Friday. Every Friday I'll share my favorite deals and bargains here. Some will be local to the SF Bay Area and some will be everyone with access to the Internet. If you have any suggestions, please pass them along. Without further ado, our first official Favorite Freebie is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bayareafreebookexchange.com/"&gt;Bay Area Free Book Exchange&lt;/a&gt;-- El Cerrito, CA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bayareafreebookcoop.com/images/exchange3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://bayareafreebookcoop.com/images/exchange3.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. Free.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;What: &lt;/b&gt;Imagine walking into a bookstore and taking up to 100 books home without paying for them. Sound too good to be true? This is the fabulous concept behind the project known as the &lt;a href="http://www.bayareafreebookexchange.com/"&gt;Bay Area Free Book Exchange&lt;/a&gt;. In 2009 a band of benevolent booksellers started this co-op to provide free books to their community. How does it work? People can donate books lying around their houses that they no longer need, and the store owners make them available for others to take home. The store owners pay the rent and utility bills by keeping a few of the donated books and selling them on Ebay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Where&lt;/b&gt;: 10520 San Pablo Avenue; El Cerrito, CA 94530; (510) 705-1200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;When&lt;/b&gt;: Open every weekend, Saturday and Sundays from 9am to 6pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2765364512742916849?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2765364512742916849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/favorite-freebies-friday-bay-area-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2765364512742916849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2765364512742916849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/favorite-freebies-friday-bay-area-free.html' title='Favorite Freebies Friday: Bay Area Free Book Exchange'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-717634044801612346</id><published>2011-06-23T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T19:00:14.660-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun sites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='literature'/><title type='text'>Pottermore is Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pottermore.com/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226" src="http://static.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/pottermore-picture_528x300.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With only three weeks until the release of the very last Harry Potter film installment, it feels like the magical world we HP fans have loved for over a decade is coming to a bittersweet end. But fear not, fellow Potterheads! There is no need to go into HP withdrawal just yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/i5DOKOt7ZF4/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5DOKOt7ZF4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/i5DOKOt7ZF4&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/i&gt; author J.K. Rowling announced today that she will be launching a brand new website called &lt;a href="http://pottermore.com/"&gt;Pottermore&lt;/a&gt; with free online reading and other content available in October. According to a press release, the site will offer "extensive new material about the characters, places and objects in the much-loved stories." True to Rowling's style, she hasn't leaked much else about the site. Instead, we'll just have to be content imagining what magical things await us this autumn. Personally, I'm hoping for more background info on Snape and other members of the Order of the Phoenix!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can pre-register for the site on &lt;a href="http://pottermore.com/"&gt;Pottermore.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-717634044801612346?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/717634044801612346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/pottermore-is-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/717634044801612346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/717634044801612346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/pottermore-is-here.html' title='Pottermore is Here!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2582996113226629684</id><published>2011-06-20T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:01:48.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clubbing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><title type='text'>3 People to Avoid at the Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;While it's fun to go out dancing with your friends, there are always a few people you may run into who can ruin your evening. Whether they spill their cocktail all over your new dress, leer at you disturbingly from across the room, or swing their sweat-matted hair in your face, here are my picks for the top three people you should avoid at the club. Happy clubbing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/41604_104586214563_7740028_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/41604_104586214563_7740028_n.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1452785607"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1452785608"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Thrasher&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crime&lt;/b&gt;: At any club, you'll find a few girls (or guys) whose flailing dance moves and open drinks render them a danger to any innocent bystanders. For some reason, these people never opt for the decent water bottle or narrow-necked Corona bottle, but instead order an obnoxiously staining Cosmo or JD and Coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prime stomping grounds&lt;/b&gt;: On the dance stage, or the nearest amateur pole. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defense&lt;/b&gt;: Don't fight it. Any struggle will just make it worse. Just push through and find another place to dance. Chances are, the perps are too drunk to know what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/2900000/hyenas-simba-2907812-688-400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/2900000/hyenas-simba-2907812-688-400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The&amp;nbsp; Lurker&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crime&lt;/b&gt;: No club would be complete without a few creepers standing around and leering at all the girls. Their stares can range from being slightly uncomfortable to downright disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prime stomping grounds&lt;/b&gt;: The bar, the dance floors, outside the bathrooms... pretty much everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defense&lt;/b&gt;: Never stay away from your herd of friends. Just like in the Serengeti, those who stray from the pack get picked off by predators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/129168647156430561.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://verydemotivational.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/129168647156430561.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Sweater&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crime&lt;/b&gt;: These hard-core ragers like to shimmy up close to strangers even though they're practically soaked in sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prime stomping grounds&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The middle of the dance floor, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Defense&lt;/b&gt;: Pick a spot safely away from the mosh pit, and strategically place a safety buffer person between you and any offending wet mops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2582996113226629684?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2582996113226629684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-people-to-avoid-at-club.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2582996113226629684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2582996113226629684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/3-people-to-avoid-at-club.html' title='3 People to Avoid at the Club'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-7624817343831707230</id><published>2011-06-13T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T10:02:20.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Road Trip with the Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm super excited about my mini-break with&amp;nbsp; Karina, Tiffo and Sam to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Luis_Obispo,_California"&gt;San Luis Obispo&lt;/a&gt;! It's a beautiful coastal town halfway between San Francisco and Los Angeles. My friends and I drove down to &lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-take-it-slo.html"&gt;SLO last February&lt;/a&gt; for a weekend and we all agreed it would be fun to do it again. So, I'm looking forward to three days of sitting on the beach, Yelping, and spending more time with my oldest friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cache2.allpostersimages.com/p/LRG/22/2234/OUGZD00Z/posters/greetings-from-cal-poly-san-luis-obispo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://cache2.allpostersimages.com/p/LRG/22/2234/OUGZD00Z/posters/greetings-from-cal-poly-san-luis-obispo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you haven't already noticed, I love weird facts and random trivia. So to celebrate the start of our road trip, here are some did-you-knows about SLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;SLO is home to the world's first motel, the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Motel_Inn_of_San_Luis_Obispo"&gt;Motel Inn of San Luis Obispo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Actor Zac Efron was born in SLO&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was named the happiest city in America by Oprah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-7624817343831707230?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7624817343831707230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/road-trip-with-girls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7624817343831707230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7624817343831707230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/road-trip-with-girls.html' title='Road Trip with the Girls'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-9130186389197302062</id><published>2011-06-02T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T22:47:23.612-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vlog'/><title type='text'>Post-grad updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Thanks so much for hanging out these past few weeks. I know I haven't posted in a while, but the craziness of finals weeks has finally evaporated and is now but a distant memory. I thought it'd be nice to change things up today and post a video update. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/rE-l0FhZnu0/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rE-l0FhZnu0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rE-l0FhZnu0&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-9130186389197302062?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9130186389197302062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/post-grad-updates.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/9130186389197302062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/9130186389197302062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/06/post-grad-updates.html' title='Post-grad updates'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4007937016156337802</id><published>2011-05-16T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T22:41:48.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senioritis. It's Real.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Senioritis&lt;/b&gt;- n. A colloquial term used in the United States and Canada to describe the decreased motivation toward studies displayed by students who are nearing the end of their high school, college and graduate school careers. "I have a bad case of senioritis".&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Senioritis#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fastweb.com/nfs/fastweb/attachment_images/0000/2171/iStock_000000822246XSmall-procrastination_crop380w.JPG?1298477976" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://www.fastweb.com/nfs/fastweb/attachment_images/0000/2171/iStock_000000822246XSmall-procrastination_crop380w.JPG?1298477976" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here I am, the night before my very last day of college and the unmerciful blow of senioritis has struck me. Exactly one presentation and one exam stand between me and the end of my undergraduate career, but it seems like these two tasks are nearly insurmountable. I have three pages of handwritten study guide notes sitting just inches away from me, yet it they seem already to be fading into the background. All I can think of now is the sweet, sweet promise of graduation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Instead of studying this past hour, I have done the following:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Browsed through hilarious pictures at &lt;a href="http://awkwardfamilyphotos.com/"&gt;Awkward Family Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Re-tried on all my graduation garb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Re-watched the trailer to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_kDb-pRCds"&gt;Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2 &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Looked up the definition to senioritis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="reference" id="cite_ref-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Written this blog post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4007937016156337802?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4007937016156337802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/senioritis-its-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4007937016156337802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4007937016156337802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/05/senioritis-its-real.html' title='Senioritis. It&apos;s Real.'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-1584909033607914101</id><published>2011-04-14T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T13:08:13.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Rent-A-Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What is friendship worth? Can it be quantified? Can you put a price tag on it? Apparently some social websites argue that you can. Through an informal discussion group of which I'm a member, I learned that there are services like &lt;a href="http://rentafriend.com/"&gt;Rentafriend.com &lt;/a&gt;that allow people to find and pay strangers to spend time with them. Users pay a monthly fee to become a member of the site, then they can solicit the friendship services of others who are willing to go out to dinner with them or perhaps visit a museum or park. Individuals who render their friendship services are free to dictate their own prices. Some charge per gig, some per hour ($10-$50 usually), and some do it for free as long as the other person pays for the dinner, drinks or activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newlaunches.com/entry_image/0609/11/friends-wanted.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.newlaunches.com/entry_image/0609/11/friends-wanted.jpg" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guaranteed 'friendship'?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Immediately this notion of 'buying' friendship raised a lot of red flags for me. Should friendship be something that can be sold and bought? Although the service purports to help the friendless make new friends, isn't it a system that takes advantage of lonely people? And yes, I can already feel the hoards of people itching to disagree  with me. They argue that as long as both people enter into the agreement  understanding that it's a business deal, then the whole thing is fair.  They might also say that the service is a good way for shy or busy  people to make friends that they wouldn't otherwise be able to meet.  Both arguments are valid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I think the danger lies in how people may ultimately forget what true friendship is: &lt;b&gt;a voluntary camaraderie between equals&lt;/b&gt;. No matter how much two people may end up liking each other in these rent-a-friend situations, there is still the voluntary element that is missing or distorted. Would the rented friend still spend time with the other person for free or if he/she had to pick up the tab? Given the nature of this paid service, probably not. Furthermore, the element of equality is also missing. When there is an exchange of money for services, the relationship is inherently unequal-- even if both parties agree to the terms. The person who holds the purse strings gets to delineate most of the terms and the employee can either agree or disagree. Especially in situations where the service rendered is the artificial enactment of a relationship, the rented party would likely feel an obligation to feign interest in the other person. After all, why would you pay money to spend the day with someone who won't at least pretend to enjoy your company? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.durbanbud.com/blog/images/prettywoman.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.durbanbud.com/blog/images/prettywoman.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;More than just business?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;I suppose it would be nice for lonely people to go out with others for a change. Yet somehow I can't shake the gut feeling that the fabricated rented friendship can potentially do more harm than good. Unlike prostitution [which I also disagree with], rented friendships have the danger of deceiving people into hoping for something more than they paid for. I think that in cases of prostitution and such, both parties are quite aware that no relationship will transpire out of their encounter-- unless you're Julia Roberts and Richard Gere or later Debra Messing and Durmott Mulroney. With rented friendships, on the other hand, I can see the potential for a lonely individual to rent a friend in the hopes that it will turn into a real friendship. And there are a handful of Hollywood movies that tell the fairy tale of paying someone for companionship or sex, and later developing a real relationship [And yes, I'm giving an accusing side-eye to teen films like &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0092718/"&gt;Can't Buy Me Love &lt;/a&gt;(1987) and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0337592/"&gt;Love Don't Cost a Thing&lt;/a&gt; (2003)]. Or perhaps this predisposition to believe that you can manufacture friendship goes back to childhood. When we have imaginary friends as youngsters, don't we create conditions under which the 'friend' will like us no matter what? Even our childhood films support this idea. How many times do we re-watch Gepetto the clockmaker who, out of sheer loneliness, creates a wooden puppet and wishes that he become a real son? It's a nice story, but it's a fairy tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, the prostitute won't want to be your girlfriend or wife. In reality, the wooden puppet doesn't become a real boy-- no matter how hard you wish upon a star. And in reality, your rented friend will probably think you're just a tad bit pathetic for not having any real friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also check out, if you'd like, more thoughts on &lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-friendship.html"&gt;the nature of friendship&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-1584909033607914101?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1584909033607914101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/rent-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1584909033607914101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1584909033607914101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/rent-friend.html' title='Rent-A-Friend'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5747869098990613947</id><published>2011-04-03T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T19:05:43.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Doris Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://server1.showbizspy.com/static/Doris_Day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://server1.showbizspy.com/static/Doris_Day.jpg" width="252" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 89th birthday to one of my favorite actresses/singers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5747869098990613947?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5747869098990613947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-doris-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5747869098990613947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5747869098990613947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-doris-day.html' title='Happy Birthday, Doris Day!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8051509185418263272</id><published>2011-03-24T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T23:23:01.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Shop Quest: Bazaar Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Wow. I am &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; on a roll. Just got back from my second stop on the &lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-coffee-shops-in-san-francisco-to.html"&gt;Coffee Shop Quest&lt;/a&gt;. Yesterday was the &lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/coffee-shop-quest-jackson-place-cafe.html"&gt;Jackson Place Cafe&lt;/a&gt;, and tonight was the night for &lt;a href="http://www.bazaarcafe.com/"&gt;Bazaar Cafe&lt;/a&gt; in the outer Richmond-- &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; hippest place for live music in a super low-key setting. Bazaar is definitely a local's locale (ha, I'm easily amused).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bazaarcafe.com/Resources/CafeFront.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="204" src="http://www.bazaarcafe.com/Resources/CafeFront.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://bazaarcafe.com/"&gt;bazaarcafe.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Enter from the alley side door and you'll find yourself in a cozy cafe with a relaxed San Francisco vibe. There are many little rooms plenty of space for corner tables. The long counter seems like a throwback to the diner counter of yesteryear with some beat-up vintage stool seating. The menu itself is pretty standard. Coffee, tea, beer, wine, bagels, and pastries made up the options. I think there was also some curry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a busy &lt;a href="http://www.bazaarcafe.com/calendar/"&gt;calendar of events&lt;/a&gt; with performances, exhibits and workshops held every night. My friends and I luckily stumbled upon their Open Mic night. In the hour-and-a-half that we were sitting there, we saw almost a dozen acts ranging from guitar soloists doing laid-back Jack-Johnson-esque stuff to jazzy trios, there is quite a variety. There is a strict rule against performing covers of songs, so everything was original. It was splendid! The best part was that everyone seemed to know everyone else (the coffee shop version of &lt;i&gt;Cheers&lt;/i&gt;), so every act got a lot of cheers and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RZjbaT_ZeEA/TYwz8CGn8wI/AAAAAAAABhk/6S8Pv54rhMc/s1600/GEDC2557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RZjbaT_ZeEA/TYwz8CGn8wI/AAAAAAAABhk/6S8Pv54rhMc/s320/GEDC2557.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Nick discovers the alley entrance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bazaarcafe.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Bazaar Cafe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5927 California Street&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco, CA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VAOwVD6xn1I/TYwyh3Y3dqI/AAAAAAAABhg/nXLTZk6LL0c/s1600/Picture+1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-VAOwVD6xn1I/TYwyh3Y3dqI/AAAAAAAABhg/nXLTZk6LL0c/s1600/Picture+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accepts Credit Cards&lt;/b&gt;: Yes. A $5 minimum, or else a $.50 charge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price Range&lt;/b&gt;: I got a yummy giant chocolate chip cookie dipped in white chocolate for $1.75 and a so-so lukewarm medium decaf for another $1.75. Their coffee selections range from $1.50 for a small regular coffee to about $4 for the fancy stuff. Bagels are about $4, as is their bottled and canned beer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee&lt;/b&gt;: From my personal experience with the mediocre decaf and from the other reviews I've read on Yelp, coffee doesn't seem to be their strong suit-- a strange thing for a coffee place. A friend of mine ordered the hot apple cider, which I tasted and found quite enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ambiance&lt;/b&gt;: What this cafe lacks in superb food/beverage, it more than makes up for in its cool West Coast chill ambiance. The hardwood floors are scuffed and scratched with character, off-beat paintings adorn the walls, and garden gnomes and vintage musical instruments are scattered around for effect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seating&lt;/b&gt;: There are plenty of places to sit in each of their little rooms and nooks. There are also the three or four bar stools at the counter, as well as a table by the front window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading Comfort&lt;/b&gt;: We were here on a Thursday Open Mic night, meaning that everyone's attention was focused on the performers. There is no laptop use allowed in the front room during performances. My friends say that it's a great place to read and study when there aren't performances in progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rush Factor&lt;/b&gt;: Again, I have yet to read or study here, but my friends who frequent Bazaar say that they sit for hours studying during the day without feeling rushed out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict&lt;/b&gt;: If you come during the day, feel free to bring a book or laptop. If you come in the evenings, it's the perfect place for a relaxed and fun night out with friends during the week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Insider Tip&lt;/b&gt;s:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use the side entrance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look at the &lt;a href="http://www.bazaarcafe.com/calendar/"&gt;calendar of events&lt;/a&gt; if you want to watch something in particular, or just pop in and enjoy the surprise. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't talk during the performances-- people are very respectful and always give their full attention.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Order the chocolate chip cookie dipped in white chocolate. You won't regret it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you decide to perform for open mic night, remember the prohibition against covers. But you already knew that, right?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;As always, please check out the &lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/p/coffee-shop-quest.html"&gt;quest page&lt;/a&gt; to track my progress and offer suggestions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8051509185418263272?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8051509185418263272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/coffee-shop-quest-bazaar-cafe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8051509185418263272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8051509185418263272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/coffee-shop-quest-bazaar-cafe.html' title='Coffee Shop Quest: Bazaar Cafe'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RZjbaT_ZeEA/TYwz8CGn8wI/AAAAAAAABhk/6S8Pv54rhMc/s72-c/GEDC2557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-3380165661964436913</id><published>2011-03-23T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T23:09:04.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee shop quest'/><title type='text'>Coffee Shop Quest: Jackson Place Cafe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }p { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 10pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }span.street-address {  }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;Imagine, if you will for a moment, walking down a bustling street as busy as it is noisy. Whirring buses, honking taxis and the grating sound of construction work jackhammers fill the air as dozens of important people sharply dressed in their business attire impatiently shuffle past each other on their way to wherever it is they need to be. Fifty-story cement buildings stand shoulder-to-shoulder on the tight grid known as San Francisco's Financial District.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;Now imagine that while you're walking down one of these busy streets, you notice a narrow brick alleyway-- so unassuming that it's easy to miss. If you pay enough attention and happen to notice the passageway, perhaps you'll decide to wander through it to explore. As you amble through the dimly lit (but surprisingly clean) brick corridor, you'll notice that it leads to a red brick-enclosed courtyard, in the middle of which appears what seems to be a mirage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media3.ct.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/wnzCFQmFCelHRvtMDSBQuQ/l" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media3.ct.yelpcdn.com/bphoto/wnzCFQmFCelHRvtMDSBQuQ/l" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo from Yelp&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;It's a charming little brown kiosk with the word &lt;i&gt;CAFE&lt;/i&gt; spelled out in large Parisian, Moulin-Rouge-esque lights. Welcome to &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/jackson-place-cafe-san-francisco#query:jackson%20place"&gt;Jackson Place Cafe&lt;/a&gt;, arguably the most easily-missed coffee shop in the city. It's a pocket of magic and quiet secretly tucked away in the middle of a busy city. The courtyard is lined with little offices and a lovely beauty shop, but the centerpiece of the little plaza is the Jackson Place Cafe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;The menu, hand-written in chalk of course, offers the usual fare: coffee, tea, bagels, panini, and pastries. I ordered a soy chai latte for $3 flat. Unfortunately, there was no option to pick sizes. I was a bit disappointed that it was so small. The latte was lukewarm, fluffy, and pleasant enough but nothing outstanding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;They had about seven or eight metal tables and plenty of chairs. I easily found a seat this afternoon because there were only a few other patrons. Jackson Place seems to attract busy office people seeking a quiet haven for their coffee breaks. I pulled out a book and sat only long enough to finish my latte. Hence, another addition to my &lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-coffee-shops-in-san-francisco-to.html"&gt;Coffee Shop Quest&lt;/a&gt;. Also, check out my &lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/p/coffee-shop-quest.html"&gt;quest page&lt;/a&gt; to view a map of my progress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/jackson-place-cafe-san-francisco#query:jackson%20place"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jackson Place Cafe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;&lt;b&gt;633 Battery St.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;&lt;b&gt;San Francisco&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.satinder.net/templates/Professional/images/tiny_star.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kRa1DUMl6v0/TYrZ5UZ1v6I/AAAAAAAABhc/FBMhQUkCXos/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kRa1DUMl6v0/TYrZ5UZ1v6I/AAAAAAAABhc/FBMhQUkCXos/s1600/Picture+2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Accepts Credit Cards&lt;/b&gt;: No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="street-address"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Price Range&lt;/b&gt;: Around $3 for coffee; bagels &lt;/span&gt;($2.50-$6.50), panini (about $7)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coffee&lt;/b&gt;: I ordered a soy chai latte, which was light and very foamy. It wasn't unpleasant, but I was hoping for a little something better tasting (and bigger).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prices&lt;/b&gt;: It was $3 for my drink. Typical San Francisco cafe price. I just wished they had bigger cup sizes.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ambiance&lt;/b&gt;: Needless to say, the charming location and setting of Jackson Place can help make up for most, if not all, of its other shortcomings in price and taste. They even lined the courtyard with gas-lit orbs so you can pretend you're in a Dickens novel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reading Comfort&lt;/b&gt;: As an outdoor venue, it has plenty of natural lighting but you're at the mercy of the elements and whether the sun decides to come out (which is quite unpredictable in San Francisco). The seats are metal. Obviously not the most comfortable for long-term reading, but comfy enough for a quick coffee break or a chat with a friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rush Factor&lt;/b&gt;: Due to the time of day I went (around 2 p.m. in the middle of the week), there weren't a lot of other patrons. I could've probably stayed for over an hour without buying anything else, if I wanted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Verdict&lt;/b&gt;: Cute place to visit for the secret garden ambience; mediocre coffee and limited reading comfort&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-3380165661964436913?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3380165661964436913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/coffee-shop-quest-jackson-place-cafe.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3380165661964436913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3380165661964436913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/coffee-shop-quest-jackson-place-cafe.html' title='Coffee Shop Quest: Jackson Place Cafe'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-kRa1DUMl6v0/TYrZ5UZ1v6I/AAAAAAAABhc/FBMhQUkCXos/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2966687666146796122</id><published>2011-03-23T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T15:28:33.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dame Elizabeth Taylor (1932-2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qP2Kmm3xVYg/TYoHJdX4RRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/NOi7xakopCM/s400/elizabeth+taylor+richard+burton.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qP2Kmm3xVYg/TYoHJdX4RRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/NOi7xakopCM/s400/elizabeth+taylor+richard+burton.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2966687666146796122?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2966687666146796122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/dame-elizabeth-taylor-1932-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2966687666146796122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2966687666146796122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/dame-elizabeth-taylor-1932-2011.html' title='Dame Elizabeth Taylor (1932-2011)'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qP2Kmm3xVYg/TYoHJdX4RRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/NOi7xakopCM/s72-c/elizabeth+taylor+richard+burton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-759263510772591549</id><published>2011-03-22T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T22:48:49.804-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee shop quest'/><title type='text'>Official Search for The Best Coffee Shops in San Francisco (To Read and Study In)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.businessweek.com/smallbiz/running_small_business/archives/coffee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" src="http://www.businessweek.com/smallbiz/running_small_business/archives/coffee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo from Bloomberg.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The other afternoon I found myself with a bit of free time and a sudden yen for a good cup of coffee. I thought it would be a great chance to try out a new coffee place and sit down to wade through some more of &lt;i&gt;Anna Karenina&lt;/i&gt; (a huge, doorstop of a book to lug around!). So, I decided to Google "&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Best Coffee Shops in San Francisco to Read In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;." To my surprise, I couldn't find any comprehensive list. Of course, there are other places to read: parks, public transportation, shopping lines, BART stations, and even libraries (at least I &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; you're allowed to read in there). However, I have turned my attention to java huts in particular because if there are two things San Franciscans love, they are coffee shops and books. How is it possible then that I couldn't find a list of the best coffee shops in the city to sit down and read? Someone must do something about this, lest the world see us a illiterate non-coffee-drinkers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I'm pleased to announce the official opening of &lt;b style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Best Coffee Shops in San Francisco (To Read and Study In) Quest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! Similar to my ongoing Bookstore Quest to &lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/bookstore-quest.html"&gt;visit and document every independent bookstore in the city&lt;/a&gt;, my coffee shop quest stems from a personal passion/borderline obsession. This passion of course, is caffeine... and reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By no means do I consider myself a coffee connoisseur, but I &lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt; know the difference between a good cup of coffee and a bad one. I also know good reading ambiance when I see it. Hence, my personal ideal coffee shop to read in would have the following characteristics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Good coffee&lt;/b&gt;-- You have to buy something to sit down, you might as well get something good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;A rather quiet setting&lt;/b&gt;-- I don't mind people chatting quietly with friends, but I like to avoid the noisy rush hours.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ample lighting&lt;/b&gt;-- I prefer plenty of natural lighting, but decent lamps will do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Comfy seating&lt;/b&gt;-- Enough said. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;A 'No Rush' policy&lt;/b&gt;-- There's nothing worse than sitting at a cafe or restaurant and feeling like you're being 'rushed out' the moment you finish your meal. I like places that have friendly service but leave you alone to do your business.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Furthermore, every quest has to start somewhere. I'm getting my leads from none other than the forum where everyone's their own brand of expert: Yelp. To begin, I've been looking up coffee places rated 4 stars or above with a decent number of ratings. I jot down all the Yelp info in my little notebook and I'll rate them as I go along. Very scientific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any suggestions, please pass them along! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. While I didn't find a comprehensive list of the best San Francisco coffee shops to read in, I did find a few interesting links. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bonappetit.com/magazine/2010/01/top_10_best_boutique_coffee_shops"&gt;The Top 10 Best Boutique Coffee Shops&lt;/a&gt; (in the country)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SF Weekly's &lt;a href="http://www.sfweekly.com/bestof/2003/award/best-place-to-read-the-sunday-paper-28096/"&gt;The Best Place to Read the Sunday Paper&lt;/a&gt; (2003)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mister Archer's &lt;a href="http://misterarcher.com/san-francisco-coffee/"&gt;Top Coffee Shops in San Francisco&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-759263510772591549?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/759263510772591549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-coffee-shops-in-san-francisco-to.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/759263510772591549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/759263510772591549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/best-coffee-shops-in-san-francisco-to.html' title='Official Search for The Best Coffee Shops in San Francisco (To Read and Study In)'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-7671701954774739673</id><published>2011-03-08T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T20:44:58.132-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acts of kindness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='social justice'/><title type='text'>Happy International Women's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;To be honest, before this afternoon, I never even knew there was such a thing as &lt;a href="http://www.internationalwomensday.com/"&gt;International Women's Day&lt;/a&gt;. International Women's Day is a global celebration of the economic,     political and social achievements of women past, present and future. In some countries including China, Afghanistan, Cuba, Uganda, Russia, Vietnam, and Bulgaria, it is a national holiday. Men customarily give the women in their lives (wives, girlfriends, mothers, sisters, etc.) some flowers and chocolates. It's kind of like Valentine's Day, Part II. In Italy, women traditionally receive yellow mimosa flowers for the occasion. I only found out about the holiday today because my music and art professor is originally from Italy, and so she brought in little yellow mimosas for the girls in the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S_8u0TD-_bw/TXbQN5-8NZI/AAAAAAAABf4/4UjBbFb_ygY/s1600/GEDC2553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S_8u0TD-_bw/TXbQN5-8NZI/AAAAAAAABf4/4UjBbFb_ygY/s400/GEDC2553.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My professor gave out little yellow mimosas to the girls in our class.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Interestingly enough, today (March 8, 2011) is the 100th anniversary of the first International Women's Day. This is a holiday that directly honors half of the world's population, so why is it not a big deal here in the U.S.? If we, as a nation, consider ourselves leaders in promoting women's rights, why isn't this holiday better known in our country? It has been celebrated in other countries for the past century, so we can't say that it is just a new or passing trend. Neither can we say that we don't like holidays that honor particular groups of people, as evinced by Black History Month, Mother's Day and Father's Day. Why then, has this holiday been largely ignored in America? Why isn't more done to promote it? Do we consider ourselves &lt;i&gt;so far&lt;/i&gt; along the road to gender equality that we can't be bothered to trifle with holidays such as this because we like to think that women are honored every day in our country? Is it a holiday only for "other countries" where women have historically enjoyed fewer rights than their counterparts in the U.S.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally applaud this global endeavor to recognize and honor the contributions of women. Regardless of how far a country thinks it has come in advancing women's rights, I think it only fitting to join this global effort of promoting greater equality. Perhaps some suspect chauvinistic undercurrents at the root of this holiday. Perhaps the whole idea of men giving women presents for the mere fact that they are women is offensive to some. I happen to look at it as a great opportunity for us to honor women, on both the individual and state level. I think it's about time that governments begin to recognize officially the contributions of women to their families, to their communities, and to their nation. I'm also a proponent of measures that encourage men to express personal gratitude to their girlfriends, wives, mothers, and daughters. What I think &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;shameful is to treat these sweet and honorable gestures like attacks on womanhood. It's like holding the door open for someone who's walking behind you. You do it to be nice. You do it as a mark of respect and courtesy-- not as a malicious or condescending way to make people feel inferior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have any ideas, thoughts, or other objections, please feel free to comment! In the meantime, happy International Women's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE:&lt;br /&gt;The priest who said Mass for us tonight was born and raised in Communist Poland. He recalls how everyone celebrated International Women's Day when he was growing up. The government would make it a point to emphasize that women have equal footing with men under the regime. He said they were told that women could have 'men's' jobs: pilots, truck drivers, police officers, etc. The priest also said that, on the individual level, men resisted this idea of equality because they were against everything the Communist government stood for and promoted-- even if it was a just cause. He said that men would refuse to help out around the house and stoop to do 'women's work.' In this sense, an unjust government promoting a just cause [regardless of the government's motives] resulted in individual instances of injustice. Interesting food for thought...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-7671701954774739673?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7671701954774739673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-international-womens-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7671701954774739673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7671701954774739673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-international-womens-day.html' title='Happy International Women&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-S_8u0TD-_bw/TXbQN5-8NZI/AAAAAAAABf4/4UjBbFb_ygY/s72-c/GEDC2553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8756445501038922424</id><published>2011-03-04T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T09:34:14.927-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>On Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Times";}@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }a:link, span.MsoHyperlink { color: blue; text-decoration: underline; }a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed { color: purple; text-decoration: underline; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }ol { margin-bottom: 0in; }ul { margin-bottom: 0in; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is the value of friendship? There are two articles I recently read that have prompted me to ask this almost deceptively simple question. One of my professors recommended these two articles as part of a small discussion group on the practice and value of friendship in the modern world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-60cATb15GGU/TXCZ5p4UTyI/AAAAAAAABfs/oQsHziPSvzU/s1600/GEDC0954.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-60cATb15GGU/TXCZ5p4UTyI/AAAAAAAABfs/oQsHziPSvzU/s320/GEDC0954.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One article, entitled &lt;a href="http://www.wilsonquarterly.com/article.cfm?aid=1631"&gt;America: Land of Loners?&lt;/a&gt; by Daniel Akst, discusses what our society needs to relearn about the value of friendship. True friendship often gets overlooked in favor of casual acquaintances and sometimes forcing closeness with a new friend too quickly can prevent it from developing into something deeper. Akst looks at the three types of friendships according to Aristotle:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol start="1" style="font-family: inherit; margin-top: 0in;" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-top: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friendships of utility--      contacts you use to network or to get ahead in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-top: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friendships of pleasure--      drinking buddies, people with shared interests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.1pt; margin-top: 0.1pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Friendships of virtue (the      highest form of friendship)-- true friends who only want what is the best      for you in life; you both help each other become better people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The main difference between these three is that friendships of utility and pleasure [while nice to have], will end once their purpose is fulfilled. If you have a friend that you keep in hopes that he'll help get you a job, you won't need him anymore once you get the position. If you hang out with someone because they have fun jokes, you’ll have no reason to stay once they stop being funny. Of course, I'm not saying that friendships of utility and pleasure &lt;i&gt;have to &lt;/i&gt;end after their function is gone, but I am saying that you need something more substantial than utility and pleasure to sustain the relationship long term. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Those are pretty cool classifications, aren't they? Ever since we studied these categories of friendship my freshman year in college, I've often thought about which friends of mine would fit into these types. I guess some people may find it insensitive or vulgar to classify friendships, but I think it's actually helpful. It requires you to take a closer look at your relationships and forces you to reevaluate what you put into them and what you get out of them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Christine Rosen in her article, &lt;a href="http://www.thenewatlantis.com/publications/virtual-friendship-and-the-new-narcissism"&gt;Virtual Friendship and the New Narcissism&lt;/a&gt; asks the important question of whether technology and social media undermine our ability to know ourselves and relate to others in a meaningful way. She talks about Facebook and Myspace profile pages as the modern-day equivalents of posed oil portraits. Our social media pages reveal how we want to appear to the online world. Do we add casual acquaintances or random strangers as contact lists to make it look like we have hundreds of "friends"? Do we list obscure bands and artists in our About Me section to show how cool and alternative we are? Do we post group pictures of ourselves at crowded parties so that others will think we're popular? I admit that I've been guilty of some of this in the past. Who hasn't? What's the point of even having a Facebook if you're going to make it boring or make yourself look like a loser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;One of the main criticisms Rosen has about our increasing dependence on social media is that it threatens to affect or even replace our real-world friendships. She talks about how friends become a type of commodity. It encourages people to treat friends as collectors items. If someone adds you on Facebook as a friend, a typical response would be to post on their wall and say, "Thanks for the add!" When someone de-friends you, it's a huge deal... even if you never actually talked to that person. When someone first starts a Facebook account, one of the first things to be done is to add friends-- and a ton of them quickly. Nothing looks worse than looking at your own Facebook page to see that you only have 4 or 5 friends. Even if your Facebook account is brand-spanking-new, there's an expectation that you'll acquire a decent number of friends by the end of the week. About 50 or 60 would be pretty good for a first week, and if you're not up to 300 friends by the end of the month, then &lt;i&gt;obviously&lt;/i&gt; something's wrong with you. Friendships end up being evaluated quantitatively, not qualitatively. Friends become status. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;While most functioning people can discern the difference between virtual friendships and "real" friendships, it remains to be asked whether our online habits affect how we interact with others in real life. The &lt;i&gt;raison d'être&lt;/i&gt; of social media is the convenience of "connecting" with others. It's so much easier to Facebook chat with someone than to visit them or even to pick up the phone and call them. It's easier to post a happy birthday on someone's wall than to send a card. While the convenience is fantastic a lot of the time, it can also make people too lazy to make an actual effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I think this is perhaps one of the basic foundations of true friendship: effort. It's the difference between going out of your way to have lunch with someone and just text blasting a "What're you up to?" message to all of your phone contacts. It's what shows you who really cares about you. These are the people who will take the extra time to listen to your problems, to cheer on your accomplishments, and simply to sit around with you doing nothing&lt;i&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;I think one of the most insightful observations in Rosen's article is that online relationships reveal an avoidance of vulnerability, which is essential to true friendship. She writes, "Real intimacy requires risk-- the risk of disapproval, of heartache, of being thought a fool." I can't even remember all the times that I've made a fool of myself with my friends. We joke around, poke fun of each other, and even have serious moments of self-disclosure. I know a friendship is real when I can let my guard down around that person because I trust that he or she will have my best interest at heart and vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit; margin: 0.1pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Real friends are hard to come by. As American critic John Leonard once wrote, “It takes a long time to grow an old friend.” True, but they’re worth the effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8756445501038922424?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8756445501038922424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-friendship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8756445501038922424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8756445501038922424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-friendship.html' title='On Friendship'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-60cATb15GGU/TXCZ5p4UTyI/AAAAAAAABfs/oQsHziPSvzU/s72-c/GEDC0954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6957110750639687179</id><published>2011-02-13T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T23:15:33.633-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t be bitter'/><title type='text'>Don't Be Bitter: Valentine's Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif; font-size: small;"&gt;I  don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day.&amp;nbsp;  When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby  toddler coming at me with a weapon.&amp;nbsp; ~Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B401O0vxbz8/TVjTsWL_paI/AAAAAAAABfo/p8K07VXyMeg/s1600/GEDC1147.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B401O0vxbz8/TVjTsWL_paI/AAAAAAAABfo/p8K07VXyMeg/s320/GEDC1147.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I took this photo in Rome last summer of a handsome man toting a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; beautifully wrapped present in his motorcycle helmet.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; I like to imagine  that it was for his sweetheart!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the Valentine's Day edition of Don't Be Bitter. Bouquets of imported flowers, heart-shaped balloons with cursive writing on them, cartons of nougat-filled chocolate,  smiling stuffed animals clutching plush hearts, $4.99 bedazzled greeting cards  expressing sentiments that compensate for the lack of originality... It's impossible to ignore that V-Day has once again graced us with its presence. This day dedicated especially to love is perhaps one of the most divisive secular holidays we have. It's more than political; it's personal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have a Valentine, do NOT be that person who complains about how Valentine's Day is stupid, cliche, and commercial. Your bitterness and inability to be happy for others will only make it painfully obvious to the world why you are single in the first place. And who knows? You could be scaring away any secret admirer you may have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;have a Valentine [you lucky duck, you!], don't make the mistake of appearing &lt;i&gt;too&lt;/i&gt; happy in front of your single pals. Cut them some slack. I mean, there's no harm in celebrating what you and your oh-so-special-someone have together. But... try to be sensitive to your friends who may be less fortunate in the love department. And avoid false sympathy with an offhand remark like, "Yeah, he left me a box of chocolates and a handmade card on my doorstep this morning, and we're going out to dinner tonight at that place that requires making a reservation six months in advance, but it's no big deal. You're way better off single!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that tongue-in-cheek intro, I'd like to proclaim [if anyone cares] that I happily park myself in the pro-Valentine's Day camp. Year after dateless year, I can't shake off this awful optimism. I take a guilty pleasure in watching sweethearts shyly holding hands for the first time, people taking out their wallets at sidewalk flower shops to buy a bouquet of carnations, teenage boys walking out of stores with giant pink teddy bears and enough balloons to lift a house [pardon the Up reference]. These stolen little snapshots of people's lives represent the best of Valentine's Day: friendship, love, hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of the universal cheesiness of February 14th, I suppose my stance on this whole love day thing can be expressed through a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000212/"&gt;Meg Ryan&lt;/a&gt; quote from &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0128853/"&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frank: What about you? Is there someone else?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kathleen: No. No... but there's the dream of someone else.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6957110750639687179?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6957110750639687179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-be-bitter-valentines-edition.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6957110750639687179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6957110750639687179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/dont-be-bitter-valentines-edition.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Bitter: Valentine&apos;s Edition'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B401O0vxbz8/TVjTsWL_paI/AAAAAAAABfo/p8K07VXyMeg/s72-c/GEDC1147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-231192325167262073</id><published>2011-02-06T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:14:59.532-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sightseeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Let's Take it SLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-JuIZ3L7I/AAAAAAAABfY/uaZegruWXRI/s1600/GEDC2414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-JuIZ3L7I/AAAAAAAABfY/uaZegruWXRI/s400/GEDC2414.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Pismo Beach sunset.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This weekend marked my first visit ever to the beautiful central California coast town of San Luis Obispo. Sam, Chris, Tiffo and I all piled into a car and drove down to visit Karina, our super smart computer engineer friend studying there. I can't believe I'd never been to SLO before! The rolling hills, small-town charm and California laid-back feeling make SLO one of my new favorite places! Not to mention, the amazing (!!!) culinary offerings. Based on my couple of days touring the area, here are my new favorite SLO eats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-FjKziv8I/AAAAAAAABe8/VRSIFN59tio/s1600/GEDC2357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-FjKziv8I/AAAAAAAABe8/VRSIFN59tio/s400/GEDC2357.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baked Scallops California Roll at &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/shins-sushi-san-luis-obispo"&gt;Shin's&lt;/a&gt;. Best sushi ever!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-FsK8c46I/AAAAAAAABfA/2VXWYRNMnKs/s1600/GEDC2360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-FsK8c46I/AAAAAAAABfA/2VXWYRNMnKs/s400/GEDC2360.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Basket of fries and BBQ sauce from &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/firestone-grill-san-luis-obispo"&gt;Firestone&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-FyX3MgrI/AAAAAAAABfE/aAqNl1Ina8w/s1600/GEDC2361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-FyX3MgrI/AAAAAAAABfE/aAqNl1Ina8w/s400/GEDC2361.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The most amazing pulled pork BBQ sandwich ever! Also from, &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/firestone-grill-san-luis-obispo"&gt;Firestone&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-F-9mZZbI/AAAAAAAABfI/LhnRND0UsIs/s1600/GEDC2375.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-F-9mZZbI/AAAAAAAABfI/LhnRND0UsIs/s400/GEDC2375.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy gum!...Just kidding.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-GLUesI6I/AAAAAAAABfM/Cr-e3TeYsmQ/s1600/GEDC2391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-GLUesI6I/AAAAAAAABfM/Cr-e3TeYsmQ/s400/GEDC2391.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/powells-sweet-shoppe-san-luis-obispo"&gt;Powell's Sweet Shoppe&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-GX-K15BI/AAAAAAAABfQ/RRVLwfj8Kx4/s1600/GEDC2420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-GX-K15BI/AAAAAAAABfQ/RRVLwfj8Kx4/s400/GEDC2420.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chocolate covered crickets from &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/hotlix-pismo-beach-2"&gt;Hotlix&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-GgPA0JzI/AAAAAAAABfU/wTopYt-5TSg/s1600/GEDC2427.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-GgPA0JzI/AAAAAAAABfU/wTopYt-5TSg/s400/GEDC2427.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cricket! I just closed my eyes and pretended it was a rice krispy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-231192325167262073?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/231192325167262073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-take-it-slo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/231192325167262073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/231192325167262073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/lets-take-it-slo.html' title='Let&apos;s Take it SLO'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TU-JuIZ3L7I/AAAAAAAABfY/uaZegruWXRI/s72-c/GEDC2414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-9061997791642854268</id><published>2011-02-03T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:27:34.575-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pen pal project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>Mailbox Treat!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Yesterday afternoon I found a lavender-colored envelope sticking out of my mailbox. I eagerly snatched it and saw that it was a letter from my new pen pal, Astrid from Germany. The first things I noticed were the beautiful vintage style block stamp on the front of the envelope, depicting an elegant woman adorned with post marks, and the old-fashioned bird stamp seal on the back of the envelope. Upon opening the envelope I found a lovely letter tied up neatly with violet ribbon and sealed with a label of my name. Also inside the envelope were several paper snowflakes! I've never been sent snow before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special thank you to my new friend Astrid, first of all, for sending me this lovely letter and secondly, for giving me permission to share it with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUs406PK3eI/AAAAAAAABew/g_XB4z8bfBQ/s1600/sc0007ddbb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUs406PK3eI/AAAAAAAABew/g_XB4z8bfBQ/s320/sc0007ddbb.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front view&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUs46OqgeqI/AAAAAAAABe0/zob1aN1P4po/s1600/sc00080b82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUs46OqgeqI/AAAAAAAABe0/zob1aN1P4po/s320/sc00080b82.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back view&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUs5AsJuU3I/AAAAAAAABe4/1m4CcdBnGe8/s1600/sc00085e2d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="284" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUs5AsJuU3I/AAAAAAAABe4/1m4CcdBnGe8/s320/sc00085e2d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The lovely letter itself, complete with snowflakes!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-9061997791642854268?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9061997791642854268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/mailbox-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/9061997791642854268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/9061997791642854268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/02/mailbox-treat.html' title='Mailbox Treat!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUs406PK3eI/AAAAAAAABew/g_XB4z8bfBQ/s72-c/sc0007ddbb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4767299585386208159</id><published>2011-01-29T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T23:20:43.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Love Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"&gt;To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart.&amp;nbsp; ~Phyllis Theroux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's no secret that I'm a fan of written correspondence. As much as I enjoy the convenience of email and the efficiency of texts, there's nothing quite so special as receiving a hand-written note.  It means that the other person took the time to select stationary,  write you a letter, stuff it in an envelope and send it to you. Moreover, I think it's quite meaningful to hold something tangible from a friend or loved one. It becomes a connection with you and that person, transcending time and distance. A letter's physical existence, relative to the digital existence of emails and texts, seems to give the written words a greater sense of permanence, as if the sentiments expressed in them will be timeless as well. You can reread them years later and still remember how you felt the first time you read them.&amp;nbsp; Love letters in particular have the power to capture the intense ardor of one moment and make it last forever. Long after the lovers have gone, the written testaments of their affections remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUUOk1748yI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Ul52QbaNkcs/s1600/photo-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUUOk1748yI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Ul52QbaNkcs/s320/photo-1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My godmother's parents, 1929.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The reason why this topic has been on my mind is because I have just attended a memorial for my godmother's mom, who passed away this week at the age of 102. At the end of the prayer service, my godmother brought out a small rectangular box and announced to the small group gathered that she wanted to share something with us. Inside the box was a stack of old letters that were written by her father to her mother before they got married. Some of the letters dated back to 1928. The fine, rose-colored stationary were filled with words of ardent longing and devotion. As my godmother read aloud one of them, I couldn't help but think that they were words that every girl would want to hear from her suitor. Apparently, his efforts to win her heart worked. They had 10 children and were married for over 50 years before his death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4767299585386208159?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4767299585386208159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-letters.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4767299585386208159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4767299585386208159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-letters.html' title='Love Letters'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TUUOk1748yI/AAAAAAAABeQ/Ul52QbaNkcs/s72-c/photo-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6282951152330884886</id><published>2011-01-23T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T12:33:19.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory lane'/><title type='text'>A Cricket in Times Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;What's a better way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon than to curl up on the couch and read a good book? I'm in the middle of a few books right now, but I decided to pick up an old favorite. The &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newbery_Medal"&gt;Newbery Honor Award&lt;/a&gt; book, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cricket_in_Times_Square"&gt;A Cricket in Times Square&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_Selden_%28author%29"&gt;George Selden&lt;/a&gt; is a lovely children's book about a cricket from Connecticut who accidentally ends up in the Times Square subway station. There, Chester Cricket befriends a fast-talking mouse and a street-smart cat as he helps bring success to a struggling family-owned news stand by playing his beautiful music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bookapex.com/images/The-Cricket-in-Times-Square-Chester-Cricket-and-His-Friends-0312380038-L.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.bookapex.com/images/The-Cricket-in-Times-Square-Chester-Cricket-and-His-Friends-0312380038-L.jpg" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The 150-page book is a quick read, but it has a lot of heart. It's a sweet story about friendship, sacrifice and delighting in life's simple pleasures. I confess, part of why I love this book so much is that it was one of the books my mothers used to read to me at bedtime. Every night after saying our prayers, she would tuck me in and would sit on the couch by my bed to read to me. It was always the best part of my day. So now, even in my 20s, I feel like I'm eight years old again. Funny how a good book can take you back. What are your favorite children's books?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6282951152330884886?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6282951152330884886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/cricket-in-times-square.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6282951152330884886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6282951152330884886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/cricket-in-times-square.html' title='A Cricket in Times Square'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4794068796632006592</id><published>2011-01-19T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T18:19:30.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool pictures'/><title type='text'>Full Moon</title><content type='html'>I glanced out my window tonight and noticed this lovely full moon over a glistening city of stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TTea5gKpjFI/AAAAAAAABd0/rzwnQ0Vb4gs/s1600/GEDC2349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TTea5gKpjFI/AAAAAAAABd0/rzwnQ0Vb4gs/s320/GEDC2349.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4794068796632006592?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4794068796632006592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/full-moon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4794068796632006592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4794068796632006592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/full-moon.html' title='Full Moon'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TTea5gKpjFI/AAAAAAAABd0/rzwnQ0Vb4gs/s72-c/GEDC2349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4839265783025381011</id><published>2011-01-14T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T17:34:45.096-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><title type='text'>I think Pat Morita would be proud.</title><content type='html'>I karate chopped this wooden board in half today. It was part of RA training. It was a pretty awesome feeling. I felt just like Ralph Macchio, except without the 80s cut-off tee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TTD42S1DpOI/AAAAAAAABdw/oLonkEs9Ox0/s1600/GEDC2345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TTD42S1DpOI/AAAAAAAABdw/oLonkEs9Ox0/s320/GEDC2345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4839265783025381011?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4839265783025381011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-pat-morita-would-be-proud.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4839265783025381011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4839265783025381011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-think-pat-morita-would-be-proud.html' title='I think Pat Morita would be proud.'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TTD42S1DpOI/AAAAAAAABdw/oLonkEs9Ox0/s72-c/GEDC2345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-3507634953321453100</id><published>2011-01-12T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T23:52:09.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youthful follies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of a 20-Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THE 20S ARE LIKE&lt;/b&gt; the stem cell of human development,  the pluripotent moment when any of several outcomes is possible.  Decisions and actions during this time have lasting ramifications. The  20s are when most people accumulate almost all of their formal  education; when most people meet their future spouses and the friends  they will keep; when most people start on the careers that they will  stay with for many years. This is when adventures, experiments, travels,  relationships are embarked on with an abandon that probably will not  happen again.&amp;nbsp;  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "What is it About 20-Somethings", Robin Marantz Henig for &lt;i&gt;The New York Times&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://educhoices.org/cimages/multimages/1/top_internships.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://educhoices.org/cimages/multimages/1/top_internships.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past August, Robin Marantz Henig wrote an interesting piece for The New York Times called &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/22/magazine/22Adulthood-t.html?_r=1&amp;amp;pagewanted=all"&gt;What is it About 20-Somethings&lt;/a&gt;? The article takes a fascinating look at a phenomenon that has been developing in American society for the past few years. More and more young adults, many of them recent college grads, seem to wait longer before completing the traditional 'milestones' of adulthood  like establishing a career, marrying, buying a house and starting a  family. These 20 somethings sometimes move back in with their parents, giving them more time to search for a job, or perhaps work and save money. Others travel the world, volunteer/ intern or apply to grad school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While some theorists blame the recession, as a 20-something or member of Generation Y, I think it would also be helpful to look at the cultural and historical context. Perhaps we should start by looking at our grandparents' generation, those who matured into adulthood during WWII. This generation prided itself on hardiness and sacrifice. After all, it was what got them through the war. They had to mature quickly and when the war was over, they started their own families. Borne from this were the Baby Boomers who nobly wanted a better life for themselves and a better world for their children. This post-war generation is noted for its interest in social and cultural revolution. Freedom was the call to arms. Freedom in sex, relationships, politics and civic life. It was freedom from what they saw as the 'conformity' or discipline of their parents' wartime generation before them. As with any cultural changes, there are positives and negatives. Maybe out of these changes, grew (to some degree) a sense of entitlement that was passed onto us: Generation Y, also dubbed (or snubbed) by some of our elders as Generation Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano lessons, extra-curricular activities, study guides... from a young age, many of us (though I recognize not &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;) have been raised to expect eventual success out of life. We have been exposed to so many ideas, interests and pursuits, that it's almost intoxicating. We're told that, if we work hard and follow the predetermined path of success through high school and college to the workplace, that we can be the brilliant, clever, perfectly charming and successful adults we were meant to be. So, what do we do? We do what we're told. We go to our after-school activities and ace our SATs in high school, we study hard and land rewarding internships in college, graduate with honors and then... what? That's the ultimate question. What's next? According to the traditional road map of success, we have to check off the following boxes: land a dream job, find and marry the love of your life, own a house in the suburbs with 3 bedrooms and 2.5 baths, procreate and shop at Banana Republic. It sounds lovely. But, like the article probes, why are so many of us putting it all off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's because we can. Those of us who belong to the group targeted by the article have a plethora of options. Why not? We graduate from a reputable institution with a somewhat useful degree and lo and behold-- there are no jobs to be had!!! We discover that the path to our dream job is fraught with numerous footfalls. It's either we're under-qualified or over-qualified. Perhaps we want to go back for some post-grad education, that will require even more money. Perhaps the perfect entry-level position requires us to move to another city or state, which requires money, which requires a job... and we're back to square one. Can you blame us if we consider moving back in with our parents in the meantime just so we can work hard and save up a bit before we venture out on our own? And if we want to pursue a second degree, I imagine it's quite difficult to balance school with the part-time job you'll need to get to pay for rent and your eventual student loans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I feel so passionately about the subject because I can so readily identify with my peers. While I don't condone self-entitled brats who waste hundreds of thousands of dollars of their parents' money on a degree they don't intend to use while they mooch off of their parents for the rest of their lives like overgrown teenagers, I would like to add a word of defense for those of us who actually plan on eventual independence. Although I don't pretend to deserve the advantages and privileges I've been given, I do want to strive at least to be worthy of my parents' generosity by making it on my own one day. Until then, I'm afraid I must continue relying on those who have helped me all along. Like Henig acknowledges, sometimes it feels like it's the only way we can achieve the dreams we were taught to build. What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-3507634953321453100?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3507634953321453100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-of-20-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3507634953321453100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3507634953321453100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughts-of-20-something.html' title='Thoughts of a 20-Something'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6469718174603647769</id><published>2011-01-11T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T17:08:59.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>The King's Speech</title><content type='html'>In &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1504320/"&gt;The King's Speech&lt;/a&gt;, we get to see the ever-scrumdiddlyumptious &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000147/"&gt;Colin Firth&lt;/a&gt; play the courageous but troubled &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/George_VI_of_the_United_Kingdom"&gt;King George VI&lt;/a&gt; as he steps up to the throne to take his brother's place. George VI, or 'Bertie' to his family, is an intelligent and just man, plagued with a speech impediment. With the advent of the radio broadcast and a quickly developing war with Germany, Bertie must learn to overcome his stammer in order to address the nation and give his people a leader they can stand behind. Along with Firth, stars &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001691/"&gt;Geoffrey Rush&lt;/a&gt; as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lionel_Logue"&gt;Lionel Logue&lt;/a&gt;, the king's clever albeit unconventional (aren't they all?) speech therapist who gives the king the tools and the confidence he needs to find his voice. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000307/"&gt;Helena Bonham Carter&lt;/a&gt; is brilliant as Bertie's caring wife, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Bowes-Lyon"&gt;Queen Elizabeth&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000383/"&gt;Jennifer Ehle&lt;/a&gt; (who played Lizzy Bennet to Firth's Mr. Darcy in the BBC's 1995 version of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0112130/"&gt;Pride and Prejudice&lt;/a&gt;) appears as Logue's wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a reason it's been nominated for seven Golden Globes this year, including Best Picture and Best Actor. Colin Firth is brilliant in every way. His fear and anxiety are almost tangible every time he steps up to a microphone and you nearly have to hold your breath until he manages to spit out the first few words. It's incredible to watch an actor famous for his eloquence and control, playing a role in which his character's speech is the one thing he has no control over. I think the best testament to Firth is that we can see him first and foremost as a human being-- a devoted husband, a loving father, a loyal brother and son-- then as a great king. It's a beautiful story that has a lot of heart and humor to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wearemoviegeeks.com/wp-content/kings-speech-firth-helena2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://wearemoviegeeks.com/wp-content/kings-speech-firth-helena2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Colin Firth and Helena Bonham Carter.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y4TqX9RvuOM/TPwrjug7MKI/AAAAAAAACxQ/RRpyLiZrztE/s1600/KingsSpeech_Carter_Firth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6469718174603647769?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6469718174603647769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/kings-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6469718174603647769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6469718174603647769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/kings-speech.html' title='The King&apos;s Speech'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5422384678855568421</id><published>2011-01-10T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T16:30:37.776-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letters'/><title type='text'>A Card from a Dear Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TSujXKlZm-I/AAAAAAAABds/sdKWy0Y4rRc/s1600/GEDC2342.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TSujXKlZm-I/AAAAAAAABds/sdKWy0Y4rRc/s320/GEDC2342.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the best parts of coming back to school for the new year was finding this lovely handmade card from my friend &lt;a href="http://chrishenkel.blogspot.com/"&gt;Christian&lt;/a&gt; in my mailbox. Plus, he was sweet enough to send a yummy bag of cinnamon spice tea. A beautiful card and a cup of hot cinnamon tea add just the right amount of warmth to a chilly January day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5422384678855568421?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5422384678855568421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-best-parts-of-coming-back-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5422384678855568421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5422384678855568421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-of-best-parts-of-coming-back-to.html' title='A Card from a Dear Friend'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TSujXKlZm-I/AAAAAAAABds/sdKWy0Y4rRc/s72-c/GEDC2342.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-934129614208463470</id><published>2011-01-06T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T20:38:23.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crafts'/><title type='text'>Baby Hat!</title><content type='html'>My cousin Evita brought her sweet baby Landon over to visit today and I finally got to give him the hat I made for him! He likes to play with the braids! Maybe I'll make a few more and take a few orders?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TSaXgtAIoQI/AAAAAAAABdk/pmC7W0gK_zE/s1600/GEDC2334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TSaXgtAIoQI/AAAAAAAABdk/pmC7W0gK_zE/s320/GEDC2334.JPG" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TSaXrbnFQLI/AAAAAAAABdo/g-RWitblDoM/s1600/GEDC2336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TSaXrbnFQLI/AAAAAAAABdo/g-RWitblDoM/s320/GEDC2336.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-934129614208463470?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/934129614208463470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-hat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/934129614208463470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/934129614208463470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-hat.html' title='Baby Hat!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TSaXgtAIoQI/AAAAAAAABdk/pmC7W0gK_zE/s72-c/GEDC2334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8814344900207452736</id><published>2011-01-04T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T21:48:49.465-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Do You Know What Looks Stupid but is Actually Funny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="217" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XcXJWiJgSX8/TRrETB56LcI/AAAAAAAABS0/nrEpd0OJaTo/s320/gullivers-travels.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there could be many different answers to the question above, the answer I was thinking about was &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0085312/"&gt;Jack Black&lt;/a&gt;'s new movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1320261/"&gt;Gulliver's Travels&lt;/a&gt;. Before you have me hauled away to the nut house for poor movie taste, hear me out. It looks campy and awful, but it's unexpectedly funny. That's all I can say. Just watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8814344900207452736?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8814344900207452736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-know-what-looks-stupid-but-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8814344900207452736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8814344900207452736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/do-you-know-what-looks-stupid-but-is.html' title='Do You Know What Looks Stupid but is Actually Funny?'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XcXJWiJgSX8/TRrETB56LcI/AAAAAAAABS0/nrEpd0OJaTo/s72-c/gullivers-travels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6861425927186408627</id><published>2011-01-04T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T15:36:36.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='foolery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube finds'/><title type='text'>The Best of Both Worlds: Josh and Kanye</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when the two worlds of adult contemporary and general foolery collide. Oscar and Grammy-nominated &lt;a href="http://www.joshgroban.com/"&gt;Josh Groban&lt;/a&gt; jammed out soulfully to entertainer (?) &lt;a href="http://kanyewest.com/"&gt;Kanye West&lt;/a&gt;'s tweets on the show where insomniacs go to get their late-night giggles, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jimmy_Kimmel_Live%21"&gt;Jimmy Kimmel Live&lt;/a&gt;. Words that should never have been uttered, typed or even thought were unjustly (but stylishly) crooned with the accompaniment of a grand piano. Click on the following link and you can soothe yourself to sleep with crusty gems like "Fur pillows are actually hard to sleep on." &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Axzxe1a78E&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#%21"&gt;Josh Groban sings Kanye West's tweets&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2011/01/05/alg_groban_twitter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://assets.nydailynews.com/img/2011/01/05/alg_groban_twitter.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Grammy material.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6861425927186408627?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6861425927186408627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-of-both-worlds-josh-and-kanye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6861425927186408627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6861425927186408627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/best-of-both-worlds-josh-and-kanye.html' title='The Best of Both Worlds: Josh and Kanye'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2167880431122897041</id><published>2011-01-01T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T23:00:23.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compare and contrast'/><title type='text'>Dear John vs. The Notebook</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite things to do is to compare and contrast things (it drives my sister crazy). It could be anything from books, tv shows, and movies to people, places, and ideas. As a self-professed film buff, I especially love to draw connections between movies I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.smh.com.au/ftsmh/ffximage/2010/03/02/dear_john2_wideweb__470x313,0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://images.smh.com.au/ftsmh/ffximage/2010/03/02/dear_john2_wideweb__470x313,0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear John (2010)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/The-Notebook-the-notebook-437419_1024_768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://images.fanpop.com/images/image_uploads/The-Notebook-the-notebook-437419_1024_768.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Notebook (2004)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The other day, my sister and I watched the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1475594/"&gt;Channing Tatum&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1086543/"&gt;Amanda Seyfried&lt;/a&gt; movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0989757/"&gt;Dear John &lt;/a&gt;(2010). The film was based on the &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0817023/"&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/a&gt; novel of the same title. It centers on the relationship of a young couple, torn apart by the war after 9/11. As the film progressed, I started noticing many similarities with another Nicholas Sparks novel-turned-film, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0332280/"&gt;The Notebook &lt;/a&gt;(2004). Being a nerd, I made a chart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Spoiler alert!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="288" src="http://www.freecodesource.com/movie-poster/51Kt-4KhnlL/-Dear-John-%28Blu-ray%29---The-Notebook-%28Blu-ray%29-%282-pack%29.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;table {  }.font5 { color: windowtext; font-size: 8pt; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; }td { padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-left: 1px; color: windowtext; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; vertical-align: bottom; border: medium none; white-space: nowrap; }.xl24 { font-weight: 700; }.xl25 { font-weight: 700; font-style: italic; }ruby {  }rt { color: windowtext; font-size: 8pt; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; text-decoration: none; font-family: Verdana; display: none; }&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 420px;"&gt;&lt;col width="160"&gt;&lt;/col&gt;  &lt;col width="109"&gt;&lt;/col&gt;  &lt;col width="151"&gt;&lt;/col&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td height="13" width="160"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" width="109"&gt;Dear John (2010)&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td class="xl24" width="151"&gt;The Notebook (2004)&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;Location Setting&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;South Carolina&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;South Carolina&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;Time Setting&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Right before 9/11&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Right before WWII&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;Girl's Social Status&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Upper-middle class&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Upper-middle class&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;Guy's Social Status&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Lower-middle class&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Lower-middle class&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;Length of Courtship&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;A couple of weeks&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;A summer&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;Girl Goes Away For&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;College&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;College&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;Guy Goes Away For&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;War&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;War&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;Mode of Communication&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Letters&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Letters&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;Time Apart&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;5 years&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;7 years&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr height="13"&gt;   &lt;td class="xl25" height="13"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Complication&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Another Guy&lt;/td&gt;   &lt;td&gt;Another Guy &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In sum, there are a lot of similarities between the two story lines, they are after all, written by the same guy. I'm a sucker for romantic movies so I liked these both, but I still think The Notebook is the better of the two. The characters have more depth and the actors have much more chemistry (thanks to the then real-life romance between &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;Ryan Gosling&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"&gt;Rachel McAdams&lt;/a&gt;). If you have nothing to do this New Year weekend, try cuddling up on the sofa and popping in one of these DVDs for a great afternoon in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2167880431122897041?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2167880431122897041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-john-vs-notebook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2167880431122897041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2167880431122897041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2011/01/dear-john-vs-notebook.html' title='Dear John vs. The Notebook'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8407237802921244870</id><published>2010-12-31T20:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:56:58.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2010 in 30 Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vn080Kl8EvQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vn080Kl8EvQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8407237802921244870?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8407237802921244870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-2010-in-30-seconds.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8407237802921244870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8407237802921244870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-2010-in-30-seconds.html' title='My 2010 in 30 Seconds'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8475908009921035711</id><published>2010-12-28T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:29:07.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is What Christmas (Vacation) is All About</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif; font-size: large;"&gt;A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in.&amp;nbsp; ~Robert Orben&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TRriaR9GytI/AAAAAAAABcw/BdnMBKFm-fo/s1600/Christmas+Vacation.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="297" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TRriaR9GytI/AAAAAAAABcw/BdnMBKFm-fo/s320/Christmas+Vacation.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's that brilliant time right smack dab between Christmas and New Year's. I don't know about you all, but I always find myself clinging to the last remnants of my Christmas spirit while desperately waiting for the new year to start. Frankly, I'm a little bit over 2010. Even though I have a crap-ton of work to do in the next couple of weeks, I admit I'm feeling rather lazy. It's the beautiful type of laziness that leaves me intoxicated with oversleep and sluggish with the knowledge that my Christmas vacation is about six weeks long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what my day consisted of: lunch with &lt;a href="http://algorithmgirl.tumblr.com/"&gt;Karina &lt;/a&gt;and a day of movies. Thank God for Christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8475908009921035711?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8475908009921035711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-what-christmas-vacation-is-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8475908009921035711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8475908009921035711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-is-what-christmas-vacation-is-all.html' title='This is What Christmas (Vacation) is All About'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TRriaR9GytI/AAAAAAAABcw/BdnMBKFm-fo/s72-c/Christmas+Vacation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2763724667919917366</id><published>2010-12-19T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T22:04:12.351-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog swap'/><title type='text'>Guest Blogger: Heather from The Sunset Won't</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}@font-face {  font-family: "Georgia";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Today's post will be from my special guest, Heather. She and I have been partnered up for a blog swap by &lt;a href="http://20sb.net/"&gt;20 Something Bloggers&lt;/a&gt;. Heather's super cool and I'm sure you guys are going to love her post, so read on!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Teresa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesunsetwont.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TQ7xXD6Yg7I/AAAAAAAABbo/aphmnViqLf8/s320/Picture+4.png" width="264" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;P.S. Definitely click on this image and check out Heather's blog, The Sunset Won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blog Swap 2010&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;style&gt;@font-face {  font-family: "Cambria";}p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }div.Section1 { page: Sectio&lt;/style&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Theme: Action. What will you do next year that you've been putting off for too long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;First I want to thank Teresa for allowing me into her little piece of the blogosphere.&amp;nbsp; This is the first Blog Swap event from 20sb that I’ve participated in and I’m really excited.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Who am I?&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Well, my name is Heather and I blog over at &lt;a href="http://thesunsetwont.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Sunset Won’t&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m a recent college graduate, a building substitute teacher, who loves reading, chocolate and baking.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I blog about my journey to live my life the best I can, lessons I’m learning and those I know that I still need to work on. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Don't put off until tomorrow that which can be done today.&amp;nbsp; How many times have you heard it.&amp;nbsp; Once?&amp;nbsp; Twice?&amp;nbsp; Dozens of times? &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Making amends.&amp;nbsp; Finishing school.&amp;nbsp; Making your move.&amp;nbsp; Working out.&amp;nbsp; Big things, small things, it doesn't matter.&amp;nbsp; They are things that are added to our to-do list and then somehow slip to the bottom.&amp;nbsp; Bigger things.&amp;nbsp; More important things get in the way.&amp;nbsp; That's what I tell myself.&amp;nbsp; I'm busy.&amp;nbsp; I'll do it next month.&amp;nbsp; It's not that big of a deal.&amp;nbsp; I can live without doing it.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;But can I?&amp;nbsp; Ca3n you?&amp;nbsp; What in your life have you been putting off for too long?&amp;nbsp; What will you do in the next year that you have put haven't yet?&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I have recently made a list of personal commandments that I am working on.&amp;nbsp; Things like “Be Heather.”&amp;nbsp; “Be in Awe.”&amp;nbsp; “Let Go of Perfect.”&amp;nbsp; “Enjoy the Ride.”&amp;nbsp; Things that I have put off for far too long.&amp;nbsp; Overall there are 10 of them.&amp;nbsp; Ten big things that I need to work on.&amp;nbsp; The last one is a question, “What are you waiting for?”&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;The perfect moment?&amp;nbsp; It’s never going to arrive.&amp;nbsp; The perfect scenario?&amp;nbsp; It’s never going to act out the way you want it to.&amp;nbsp; The perfect time.&amp;nbsp; Well, you’ll be stuck waiting like Sonic the Hedgehog.&amp;nbsp; There’s no ‘perfect’ sign on the clock.&amp;nbsp; So we wait.&amp;nbsp; And wait.&amp;nbsp; And then we forget.&amp;nbsp; Or we pretend we do.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;So what am I going to do next year that I’ve put off too long?&amp;nbsp; Living.&amp;nbsp; That might sound ridiculous.&amp;nbsp; I mean, I’m breathing.&amp;nbsp; I work.&amp;nbsp; I eat.&amp;nbsp; I sleep.&amp;nbsp; But that’s not enough.&amp;nbsp; I want to really &lt;i&gt;live&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; In every sense of the word.&amp;nbsp; I want to to love a little stronger, trust a little deeper, share a little easier, live a little harder.&amp;nbsp; I want to experience more, hesitate less.&amp;nbsp; I want to be active, not passive in my own life. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;I want to be in awe of the beauty around me.&amp;nbsp; I want to let go of the need for everything to be perfect.&amp;nbsp; I want to figure out who I am and then just be me.&amp;nbsp; I want to try and forget what others think I should be doing and enjoy what is.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ac551a; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;"Slip away and come watch the sunset."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ac551a; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ac551a; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;'There are more calls to finish.'&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ac551a; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;"Those will wait. The sunset won't"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ac551a; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ac551a; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;- The Guardian, Dee Henderson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ac551a; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;This passage inspired my blog, it’s title and theme.&amp;nbsp; There are always going to be things that seem urgent.&amp;nbsp; That are more important.&amp;nbsp; That push things that were high on my to-do list a little farther down.&amp;nbsp; But I need to remember that sometimes those things can wait.&amp;nbsp; That I have a life that needs to be lived, a world that needs exploring.&amp;nbsp; Hopes and dreams that need attempting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #262626; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;So, what are YOU waiting for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2763724667919917366?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2763724667919917366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/guest-blogger-heather-from-sunset-wont.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2763724667919917366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2763724667919917366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/guest-blogger-heather-from-sunset-wont.html' title='Guest Blogger: Heather from The Sunset Won&apos;t'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TQ7xXD6Yg7I/AAAAAAAABbo/aphmnViqLf8/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-7463414239471398673</id><published>2010-12-16T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:24:59.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys and girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning experiences'/><title type='text'>Getting a Guy to Notice</title><content type='html'>How do you get a guy to notice you? To make it absolutely clear, I'm in no way advocating the scary masochistic Stepford Wives mentality of doing whatever it takes to please a man, however, I think every girl who has ever hoped of finding a nice guy has at least thought about what it takes to get a guy to notice her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.overnightsuccesswithwomen.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/flirting1.s600x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://www.overnightsuccesswithwomen.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/flirting1.s600x600.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Socially competent or just drunk off their faces? This is what you get when you Google "Bar Flirting."&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what do men find attractive and what makes a guy approach a girl in a social setting? For our final project in my Nonverbal Communication class, my friends and I decided to study a topic that could have interesting implications for romantic relationships. We surveyed 64 men and asked them what physical qualities (more specifically clothing, makeup and hairstyle) they find most attractive in a woman. Then, we asked them which qualities would make them approach that woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, another note in my group's defense. We're completely aware that looks are not &lt;i&gt;the &lt;/i&gt;most important thing in relationships, but given the nature of the bar interactions we were studying, looks are the first thing people tend to notice. Physical appearance can often spark the desire to begin an interaction, through which people can later learn more about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some sample answers from our free-response section&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;What aspects of a woman's appearance are you most attracted to when you meet a woman at a bar?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not whorish, slutty, or overdressed.  Keep it casual.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eyes, smile and a fit body.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Face, natural beauty (not makeup covered)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;BOOBS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="notranslate"&gt;If you have approached a woman at a bar/club/restaurant, what was your main motivation for doing so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Because she looked happy and like she was having fun. She looked nice and not like a bitch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;To find out whether or not she's sane.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt; U never know where u will meet the right one &lt;/i&gt;[This one's my favorite!]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blame it on the ah ah ah alcohol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TQr6flYFglI/AAAAAAAABbk/UnnI5xjL0qY/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="386" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TQr6flYFglI/AAAAAAAABbk/UnnI5xjL0qY/s400/Picture+2.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a chart of the Likert scale responses.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;From these answers, it appears as though men like it when women dress up, but that doesn't necessarily mean they will approach them. To test this out, my group members and I went out on the town to test it out. One night, we went out dressed casually in jeans, flats and casual tops. We got quite a bit of attention from the guys! We went out again to the same bar two weeks later on the same day of the week, this time dressed up a bit nicer in skirts and heels. The reactions we got were mostly creepy looks and not the kind of attention we wanted. Our survey answers seemed to be confirmed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So what does this mean, ladies? It's always fun to dress up and go out with the girls, but don't think that dressing up alone will elicit positive attention from&amp;nbsp; the guys. Oftentimes a nice smile and a bit of confidence can do the trick!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-7463414239471398673?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7463414239471398673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-do-you-get-guy-to-notice-you-to.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7463414239471398673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7463414239471398673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-do-you-get-guy-to-notice-you-to.html' title='Getting a Guy to Notice'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TQr6flYFglI/AAAAAAAABbk/UnnI5xjL0qY/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5480801304050709754</id><published>2010-12-09T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:02:03.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san francisco'/><title type='text'>Nutcracker Season Premier at SF Ballet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfballet.org/images/view_sidebar.asp?img=2&amp;amp;id=10546912" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://www.sfballet.org/images/view_sidebar.asp?img=2&amp;amp;id=10546912" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tonight a few friends and I attended the season premier of the &lt;a href="http://www.sfballet.org/performancestickets/nutcracker.asp"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nutcracker&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ballet in San Francisco. The San Francisco Ballet was the first company to bring the Russian-born &lt;i&gt;Nutcracker&lt;/i&gt; to America. Going to see the &lt;i&gt;Nutcracker&lt;/i&gt; is always a special event, especially here in the city, because it means the holiday season is officially upon us. A big portion of the audience is composed of families with young children dressed up in their best little suits and dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performances are held in the &lt;a href="http://sfwmpac.org/operahouse/oh_index.html"&gt;San Francisco War Memorial Opera House&lt;/a&gt; across from City Hall. They always hook up a snow machine above the wreathed main entrance so that families will walk in amid a gentle flurry of snowflakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The production itself is quite breathtaking, from the beautiful costumes and sets to the talented dancers and of course, the timeless score by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pyotr_Ilyich_Tchaikovsky"&gt;Tchaikovsky&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5480801304050709754?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5480801304050709754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/nutcracker-season-premier-at-sf-ballet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5480801304050709754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5480801304050709754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/nutcracker-season-premier-at-sf-ballet.html' title='Nutcracker Season Premier at SF Ballet'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4264628599844371251</id><published>2010-12-02T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T18:50:30.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'>Wish List: Pride and Prejudice Sweater</title><content type='html'>This little item combines my two favorite things: literature and snuggly warmth. I was browsing through &lt;a href="http://www.coolhunting.com/"&gt;Cool Hunting&lt;/a&gt; and I found this cute sweater from &lt;a href="http://www.outofprintclothing.com/"&gt;Out of Print&lt;/a&gt;. Maybe when the purse strings loosen up a bit, I'll do a bit of online shopping here. Or maybe, I'll just link this post to Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.outofprintclothing.com/ProductDetails.asp?ProductCode=l-1027" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="474" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TPhatBT7j_I/AAAAAAAABbg/OiG4o-gURiY/s640/Picture+2.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4264628599844371251?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4264628599844371251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/wish-list-pride-and-prejudice-sweater.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4264628599844371251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4264628599844371251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/12/wish-list-pride-and-prejudice-sweater.html' title='Wish List: Pride and Prejudice Sweater'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TPhatBT7j_I/AAAAAAAABbg/OiG4o-gURiY/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8426191448736553951</id><published>2010-11-30T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:57:52.199-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heroes'/><title type='text'>Thank You, Rosa Parks.</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the 55th anniversary of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosa_Parks"&gt;Rosa Parks&lt;/a&gt;' famous stand (or sit) against racism. When the then 42-year-old&amp;nbsp; Rosa Parks (a black woman) boarded a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montgomery,_Alabama"&gt;Montgomery, Ala&lt;/a&gt;. bus and refused to give up her seat to a white man, she helped fire up a revolution that was already many years in the making. Her refusal to give up her seat and her subsequent arrest sparked the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montgomery_Bus_Boycott"&gt;Montgomery Bus Boycott&lt;/a&gt;. Black people and all others who supported &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civil_Rights_Movement_in_the_United_States"&gt;civil rights&lt;/a&gt; were tired of the systemic racial segregation laws in place at the time. They rallied together to boycott the Montgomery bus system-- a boycott that lasted over a year and ultimately ended in victory when the U.S. Supreme Court ruled racially segregated bus laws unconstitutional. Her incredible courage and the courage of all those involved in the civil rights movement helped secure greater rights for generations to come. To Rosa Parks and those who stood by her, thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ellabakercenter.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/rosa_parks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://www.ellabakercenter.org/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/rosa_parks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The great Rosa Parks who sat down against racism.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8426191448736553951?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8426191448736553951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-rosa-parks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8426191448736553951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8426191448736553951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you-rosa-parks.html' title='Thank You, Rosa Parks.'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-7462242169330512036</id><published>2010-11-28T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:14:54.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet Sunday Night</title><content type='html'>After a long weekend at home of eating, sitting around, and watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0319343/"&gt;Elf&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0032138/"&gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/a&gt; half a dozen times, it's time for the sprint to the finish line. Last three weeks of school. Next on my to-read list is this tasty treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.bookbyte.com/isbn.aspx?isbn=9780262581080" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.bookbyte.com/isbn.aspx?isbn=9780262581080" width="206" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-7462242169330512036?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7462242169330512036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/quiet-sunday-night.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7462242169330512036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7462242169330512036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/quiet-sunday-night.html' title='A Quiet Sunday Night'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6454224213640968356</id><published>2010-11-25T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T15:29:39.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.askdebaboutautism.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Thanksgiving-Charlie-Brown-Snoopy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://www.askdebaboutautism.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/Thanksgiving-Charlie-Brown-Snoopy1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6454224213640968356?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6454224213640968356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6454224213640968356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6454224213640968356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-1993032059524245796</id><published>2010-11-20T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:01:13.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my favorite things'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Things, Part I</title><content type='html'>I have many sweet memories of going to my grandmother's house every day after school and watching Oprah with her. The best episode of the year was always &lt;a href="http://www.oprah.com/packages/oprahs-ultimate-favorite-things.html"&gt;Oprah's Favorite Things&lt;/a&gt;, an hour of Oprah promoting products and giving them away to her studio audience. I don't know why I liked those episodes so much. It's not like &lt;i&gt;I &lt;/i&gt;was the one getting a flatscreen tv or a Kitchen Aid mixer. I think half the fun was watching the audience jumping, screaming and weeping with excitement-- over a toaster or a set of scented candles. Well, if Oprah can have her favorite things, so can I. Admittedly, I don't have a lot of fancy things but what I do have are hobbies and fond memories. Here's a collage of my favorite things from this past year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TOhzxr9Q26I/AAAAAAAABZY/68pjb8fW8ZM/s1600/Picture+7.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TOhzxr9Q26I/AAAAAAAABZY/68pjb8fW8ZM/s640/Picture+7.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-1993032059524245796?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1993032059524245796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-favorite-things-part-i.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1993032059524245796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1993032059524245796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-favorite-things-part-i.html' title='My Favorite Things, Part I'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TOhzxr9Q26I/AAAAAAAABZY/68pjb8fW8ZM/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4345951578087144292</id><published>2010-11-18T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:10:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now what am I gonna do with my life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.i.com.com/cnwk.1d/i/tim/2010/11/16/106909590_540x405.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://i.i.com.com/cnwk.1d/i/tim/2010/11/16/106909590_540x405.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm really excited for Will and Kate. Kate and Will. William and Katherine. Nice. They seem like really lovely people with uncommonly good sense. Plus, I think it's cool that they actually like each other. Best of luck to both of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4345951578087144292?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4345951578087144292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-what-am-i-gonna-do-with-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4345951578087144292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4345951578087144292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/now-what-am-i-gonna-do-with-my-life.html' title='Now what am I gonna do with my life?'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4147628326223587911</id><published>2010-11-08T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T20:18:04.853-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='that&apos;s weird'/><title type='text'>Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day</title><content type='html'>While on Facebook (don't judge), I saw that one of my friends (who  shall remain nameless) was attending an event called "&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php#%21/event.php?eid=97666262433"&gt;Pretend to be a  Time Traveler Day&lt;/a&gt;." It piqued my interest enough that I clicked on the  event. Apparently on December 8, about 42,000 people will pretend they  are time travelers from either the distant past or the distant future.  The idea is intriguing and I've already started thinking about what I  would be if I participate... Maybe a friend of &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0186726/"&gt;Zenon: Girl of the 21st Century&lt;/a&gt;? Then again, 2049 AD isn't that far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mojtv.hr/images/681c934d-f464-45d3-ab1a-7c1afd648597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="280" src="http://mojtv.hr/images/681c934d-f464-45d3-ab1a-7c1afd648597.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What do you guys think? Here are the details:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day (As described by Dresden Codak)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;You  must spend the entire day in costume and character. The only rule is  that you cannot actually tell anyone that you are a time traveler. Other  than that, anything's game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three possible options:&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)&lt;b&gt;  Utopian/cliché Future&lt;/b&gt; - "If the Future did a documentary of the last  fifty years, this is how badly the reenactors would dress." Think Star  Trek: TNG or the Time Travelers from Hob. Ever see how the society in  Futurama sees the 20th century? Run with it. Your job is to dress with  moderately anachronistic clothing and speak in slang from varying  decades. Here are some good starters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Greet people by referring  to things that don't yet exist or haven't existed for a long time.  Example: "Have you penetrated the atmosphere lately?" "What spectrum  will today's broadcast be in?" and "Your king must be a kindly soul!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Show extreme ignorance in operating regular technology. Pay phones  should be a complete mystery (try placing the receiver in odd places).  Chuckle knowingly at cell phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;b&gt;Dystopian Future&lt;/b&gt;  - This one offers a little more flexibility. It can be any kind of  future from Terminator to Freejack. The important thing to remember is  dress like a crazy person with armor. Black spray painted football pads,  high tech visors, torn up trenchcoats and maybe even some dirt here or  there. Remember, dystopian future travelers are very startled that  they've gone back in time. Some starters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If you go the  "prisoner who's escaped the future" try shaving your head and putting a  barcode on the back of your neck. Then stagger around and stare at the  sky, as if you've never seen it before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Walk up to random  people and say "WHAT YEAR IS THIS?" and when they tell you, get quiet  and then say "Then there's still time!" and run off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stand in front of a statue (any statue, really), fall to your knees, and yell "NOOOOOOOOO"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stare at newspaper headlines and look astonished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Take some trinket with you (it can be anything really), hand it to some  stranger, along with a phone number and say "In thirty years dial this  number. You'll know what to do after that." Then slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  &lt;b&gt;The Past &lt;/b&gt;- This one is more for beginners. Basically dress in period  clothing (preferably Victorian era) and stagger around amazed at  everything. Since the culture's set in place already, you have more of a  template to work off of. Some pointers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Airplanes are terrifying. Also, carry on conversations with televisions for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Discover and become obsessed with one trivial aspect of technology,  like automatic grocery doors. Stay there for hours playing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Be generally terrified of people who are dressed immodestly compared to  your era. Tattoos and shorts on women are especially scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  that's it. Remember, the only real rule is staying in character and try  to fit in. Never directly admit you're a time traveler, and make  really, really bad attempts at keeping a low profile. Naturally, the  dystopian future has a little more leeway. And for the record, I've  already tried out all of these in real life, in costume. It is so much  fun you want to pee yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4147628326223587911?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4147628326223587911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/pretend-to-be-time-traveler-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4147628326223587911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4147628326223587911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/pretend-to-be-time-traveler-day.html' title='Pretend to be a Time Traveler Day'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5324583881776216588</id><published>2010-11-01T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:10:56.572-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san francisco'/><title type='text'>Victory!</title><content type='html'>I was one of the lucky ones who got to see the World Series from a big screen in the Civic Center. Fifty-six years after winning our last title back when we were in New York, it has definitely been a long time coming. I think one of the sweetest moments of winning the World Series was seeing this man jubilantly hugging his elderly father and saying, &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You've waited your whole life for this!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM-cjvdUxPI/AAAAAAAABWk/l-oAf8xfXBg/s320/GEDC2026.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Organized mayhem.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM-clA4YVyI/AAAAAAAABWo/dHwxWi2z6wo/s320/GEDC2030.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="259" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it when strangers have a reason to high-five!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM-cmvRKCGI/AAAAAAAABWs/zHD_M-6e78Y/s320/GEDC2034.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Win.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM-cmvRKCGI/AAAAAAAABWs/zHD_M-6e78Y/s1600/GEDC2034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5324583881776216588?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5324583881776216588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/victory.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5324583881776216588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5324583881776216588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/11/victory.html' title='Victory!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM-cjvdUxPI/AAAAAAAABWk/l-oAf8xfXBg/s72-c/GEDC2026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8745293382923931647</id><published>2010-10-31T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:10:49.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='san francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giants baseball'/><title type='text'>A City United</title><content type='html'>In a city with such a diverse population that encompasses every imaginable demographic, opinion and lifestyle, there's only one thing that brings us all together in that oh-so-special way: Baseball. It's not called America's National Pastime for nothing. Unlike American football and basketball (both great sports too), there's a unique kind of nostalgia, tradition and reverence that only baseball evokes. Here are a few photos in honor of tonight's Giants 4-0 victory over the Rangers in Game 4 of the World Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5K94P855I/AAAAAAAABWM/JWqsJayUb7A/s1600/GEDC2001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5K94P855I/AAAAAAAABWM/JWqsJayUb7A/s400/GEDC2001.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LBZlil_I/AAAAAAAABWQ/r3NwD2dXosQ/s1600/GEDC2004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LBZlil_I/AAAAAAAABWQ/r3NwD2dXosQ/s400/GEDC2004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LETin1WI/AAAAAAAABWU/a3KdjZarSV8/s1600/GEDC2006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LETin1WI/AAAAAAAABWU/a3KdjZarSV8/s400/GEDC2006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LHmRHlNI/AAAAAAAABWY/fHGdw_qx1c4/s1600/GEDC2007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LHmRHlNI/AAAAAAAABWY/fHGdw_qx1c4/s400/GEDC2007.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LKPKSThI/AAAAAAAABWc/D0jqmnlYTck/s1600/GEDC2008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LKPKSThI/AAAAAAAABWc/D0jqmnlYTck/s400/GEDC2008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LMhDjyGI/AAAAAAAABWg/8M96EgX_zuA/s1600/GEDC2009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5LMhDjyGI/AAAAAAAABWg/8M96EgX_zuA/s400/GEDC2009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8745293382923931647?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8745293382923931647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/city-united.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8745293382923931647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8745293382923931647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/city-united.html' title='A City United'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TM5K94P855I/AAAAAAAABWM/JWqsJayUb7A/s72-c/GEDC2001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-3627552290591901159</id><published>2010-10-31T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T15:13:19.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube finds'/><title type='text'>Monster Mash!</title><content type='html'>No Halloween would be complete without the classic Monster Mash. Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxcM3nCsglA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AxcM3nCsglA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-3627552290591901159?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3627552290591901159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/monster-mash.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3627552290591901159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3627552290591901159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/monster-mash.html' title='Monster Mash!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5974960322611414744</id><published>2010-10-31T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T12:20:33.531-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool pictures'/><title type='text'>Lovely photography</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Christian sent me this lovely photo in the mail yesterday. He was nice enough to let me share it with you all. It's a striking closeup he took of a mysterious marble statue. He took the picture years ago but only developed the film recently, so he doesn't quite remember where this was taken. I think the mystery of it adds a great element to the photo. Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMyaSDLLOEI/AAAAAAAABWA/F55cKRGvyQg/s1600/sc0012f6f7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMyaSDLLOEI/AAAAAAAABWA/F55cKRGvyQg/s400/sc0012f6f7.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5974960322611414744?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5974960322611414744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5974960322611414744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5974960322611414744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/lovely-photography.html' title='Lovely photography'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMyaSDLLOEI/AAAAAAAABWA/F55cKRGvyQg/s72-c/sc0012f6f7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2908903918934285840</id><published>2010-10-30T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T00:40:31.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='latest obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert review'/><title type='text'>Lady Antebellum Concert Review</title><content type='html'>Admittedly, I know little to nothing about country music. I enjoy the occasional LeAnn Rimes or Patsy Cline song, but my playlist doesn't include much country. However, I've recently begun to listen to a great group called &lt;a href="http://ladyantebellum.com/"&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;/a&gt;, the award-winning trio consisting of lead singers Charles Kelley and Hillary Scott, along with guitarist Dave Haywood. When my friend Michelle invited me to go to their concert, she burned me a cd of their best songs. I instantly fell in love with them! I've turned their album into my official commute playlist. What I like about Lady Antebellum, besides the great vocals and instrumentals, are the thoughtful lyrics and catchy tunes. They're the kind of songs that are perfect for long drives down a stretch of lonely highway or for unwinding after a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ladyantebellum.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/290scaleh/GMA47.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://ladyantebellum.com/sites/default/files/imagecache/290scaleh/GMA47.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One of their most popular songs (and a personal favorite) is "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EFEFbk0wqic"&gt;Need You Now&lt;/a&gt;". With sultry vocals and a heartbreaking melody, it's hard not to love it. I think my favorite line is, &lt;i&gt;"And I wonder if I ever cross your mind; For me it happens all the time."&lt;/i&gt; Nice. Who hasn't felt that way at one time or another?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their concert tonight was one of the best I've ever experienced. &lt;a href="http://www.davidnail.com/"&gt;David Nail&lt;/a&gt; was a great crowd-pleasing opener. He has this smooth, silky voice I could listen to all day. Actually, I wouldn't mind seeing him headline. Later when it was time for the main event, everyone was on their feet chanting for Lady Antebellum. They performed their hits, one after another to an enthusiastic crowd. One of the highlights was Charles Kelley's soulful performance of "&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhnhtLR31KU"&gt;Hello World&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you ever get a chance to see Lady Antebellum live, definitely go for it. If they ever come to the Bay Area again, I'll be sure to get a ticket. In the meantime I'll just put my iTunes playlist on repeat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2908903918934285840?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2908903918934285840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/lady-antebellum-concert-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2908903918934285840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2908903918934285840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/lady-antebellum-concert-review.html' title='Lady Antebellum Concert Review'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2184814960339385034</id><published>2010-10-28T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:21:14.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Jude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://saint-jude-thaddeus.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/stjude1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="387" src="http://saint-jude-thaddeus.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/stjude1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the feast day of one of my favorite saints,&lt;a href="http://www.catholic.org/saints/saint.php?saint_id=127"&gt; St. Jude&lt;/a&gt; patron of desperate cases (which explains why the &lt;a href="http://stjude.org/"&gt;St. Jude Children's Research Hospital&lt;/a&gt; chose him as their patron too). He was one of the 12 apostles of Jesus who later preached the Gospel in Judea, Samaria, Idumaea, Syria, Mesopotamia, and Lybia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St. Jude is one of my favorites because I always feel like he has a special place in Heaven where he can whisper into God's ear on my behalf. Of course, I believe in praying to God directly but a little extra help can't hurt! So for all of you who may need a miracle or two, you know the one to talk to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2184814960339385034?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2184814960339385034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/st-jude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2184814960339385034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2184814960339385034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/st-jude.html' title='St. Jude'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8529779522735193523</id><published>2010-10-25T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:33:21.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh and one more thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a little something extra before I go to bed. Good night beautiful world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMZ2DWZgLPI/AAAAAAAABVM/TpGxKaEtiaU/s1600/World+Series.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMZ2DWZgLPI/AAAAAAAABVM/TpGxKaEtiaU/s400/World+Series.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8529779522735193523?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8529779522735193523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-and-one-more-thing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8529779522735193523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8529779522735193523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-and-one-more-thing.html' title='Oh and one more thing...'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMZ2DWZgLPI/AAAAAAAABVM/TpGxKaEtiaU/s72-c/World+Series.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2668120716624109741</id><published>2010-10-25T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:37:39.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a thought for all seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Rainy Days Are Here Again: Hurray for Autumn!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This past weekend was the first spell of rain we've had this season in San Francisco. And boy, did it mean business! It's not that it was heavy rain, but the combination of constant rainfall and pretty strong winds is enough to flip any umbrella inside-out. The nice thing about rainy weekends is the excuse to stay in. I love waking up in the morning to the sound of steady rainfall on my windowpane, and cuddling up with a cup of hot cocoa. It's the season to bring out warm slippers and cozy blankets, knitting projects and autumn cardigans. Autumn is here! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think autumn might be my favorite season. You can walk anywhere without sweating up a storm or freezing your face off. You can pull out your favorite coats and knit hats, your best boots and softest scarves. Best of all, it's the perfect season to stay in and catch up on your reading list. For the next few weeks I'm reading: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Murder_Must_Advertise"&gt;Murder Must Advertise&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dorothy_L._Sayers"&gt;Dorothy Sayers&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Liar_%28novel%29"&gt;The Liar&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephen_Fry"&gt;Stephen Fry&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Age_of_Innocence"&gt;The Age of Innocence &lt;/a&gt;by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edith_Wharton"&gt;Edith Wharton&lt;/a&gt;. It's a nice mix, I think. What's on your reading list?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9hr2nEFIk1qc8hato1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="369" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9hr2nEFIk1qc8hato1_500.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2668120716624109741?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2668120716624109741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainy-days-are-here-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2668120716624109741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2668120716624109741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/rainy-days-are-here-again.html' title='Rainy Days Are Here Again: Hurray for Autumn!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2817173636105859030</id><published>2010-10-24T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:03:53.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini vacations'/><title type='text'>Holla Back the Recap</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been quite some time since I've posted. Here's a recap of the craziness of the past couple of weeks: Yelp event at the &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/plant-warehouse-san-francisco"&gt;Plant Warehouse&lt;/a&gt; and a weekend retreat at &lt;a href="http://www.norcalhostels.org/montara/"&gt;Point Montara Lighthouse Hostel&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSZ18rvFjI/AAAAAAAABUw/w5E3m_Iqmxg/s1600/GEDC1931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSZ18rvFjI/AAAAAAAABUw/w5E3m_Iqmxg/s400/GEDC1931.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSZ18rvFjI/AAAAAAAABUw/w5E3m_Iqmxg/s1600/GEDC1931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSZ8_OJkyI/AAAAAAAABU8/hgYZ8Kefn1o/s1600/GEDC1971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSZ8_OJkyI/AAAAAAAABU8/hgYZ8Kefn1o/s400/GEDC1971.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSaCYW8EEI/AAAAAAAABVE/6fbsmKv0vRk/s1600/GEDC1981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSaCYW8EEI/AAAAAAAABVE/6fbsmKv0vRk/s400/GEDC1981.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSaE85OM1I/AAAAAAAABVI/gtG3XhH1LFI/s1600/GEDC1985.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSaE85OM1I/AAAAAAAABVI/gtG3XhH1LFI/s400/GEDC1985.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2817173636105859030?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2817173636105859030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/holla-back-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2817173636105859030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2817173636105859030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/holla-back-recap.html' title='Holla Back the Recap'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TMSZ18rvFjI/AAAAAAAABUw/w5E3m_Iqmxg/s72-c/GEDC1931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6345294276051284666</id><published>2010-10-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T18:21:08.398-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant review'/><title type='text'>Hong Kong Lounge</title><content type='html'>It was a lovely day for dim sum at the &lt;a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz/hong-kong-lounge-san-francisco#hrid:Y_71nWg_QldCHIF211m2nw/src:self"&gt;Hong Kong Lounge&lt;/a&gt; with my friends Rebecca and Sarah. It's one of those places that gets extremely busy, even on a Tuesday morning. The three of us ordered so much food, but it only cost us $9 each with tax and tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIelWRq2I/AAAAAAAABUM/1SmgKf_j2IE/s320/GEDC1870.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rebecca picking our dishes or doing hw?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIelWRq2I/AAAAAAAABUM/1SmgKf_j2IE/s1600/GEDC1870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIhEC7WqI/AAAAAAAABUQ/XZ4PhYmEIwY/s320/GEDC1872.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Clockwise from left: Fried noodles, dumplings, custard buns.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIhEC7WqI/AAAAAAAABUQ/XZ4PhYmEIwY/s1600/GEDC1872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIi4NWIFI/AAAAAAAABUU/V-EhCPDeocw/s320/GEDC1875.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mochi, fried noodles, turnip cake.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIi4NWIFI/AAAAAAAABUU/V-EhCPDeocw/s1600/GEDC1875.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIlFps7bI/AAAAAAAABUY/mOIxPHt_BrY/s320/GEDC1879.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super scary fish in their fish tank!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIlFps7bI/AAAAAAAABUY/mOIxPHt_BrY/s1600/GEDC1879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUInQtIfmI/AAAAAAAABUc/UoG2MS1Ykz0/s320/GEDC1880.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And there's two of them!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUInQtIfmI/AAAAAAAABUc/UoG2MS1Ykz0/s1600/GEDC1880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIpXmNjQI/AAAAAAAABUg/QAxcakb9LJ4/s1600/GEDC1882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="goog_478472646"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_478472647"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6345294276051284666?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6345294276051284666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/hong-kong-lounge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6345294276051284666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6345294276051284666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/hong-kong-lounge.html' title='Hong Kong Lounge'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TLUIelWRq2I/AAAAAAAABUM/1SmgKf_j2IE/s72-c/GEDC1870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5647414596747815182</id><published>2010-10-09T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:36:02.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily inspirations'/><title type='text'>Holstee Manifesto</title><content type='html'>I was looking at &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/jenny_blake"&gt;Jenny Blake's&lt;/a&gt; fabulous blog &lt;a href="http://www.lifeaftercollege.org/blog/"&gt;Life After College&lt;/a&gt;, and I ran across her post on the &lt;a href="http://shop.holstee.com/pages/manifesto"&gt;Holstee Manifesto&lt;/a&gt;. Holstee is "dedicated to design with a conscience." All of their materials and messages have ethical values behind them. Here is their manifesto, designed by &lt;a href="http://www.rbtoyou.com/"&gt;Rachael Beresh&lt;/a&gt;. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0031/5352/files/The-Holstee-Manifesto.jpg?1285103639" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://cdn.shopify.com/s/files/1/0031/5352/files/The-Holstee-Manifesto.jpg?1285103639" width="478" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5647414596747815182?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5647414596747815182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/holstee-manifesto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5647414596747815182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5647414596747815182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/holstee-manifesto.html' title='Holstee Manifesto'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2621673424492620864</id><published>2010-10-08T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T23:09:52.276-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf adventures'/><title type='text'>Blue Angels Fleet Week- San Francisco 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fleetweek.us/"&gt;Fleet Week&lt;/a&gt;, honoring men and women in the armed services, has been a San Francisco tradition since 1981. A fleet of military ships dock in the bay for locals and tourists alike to see. The highlight of the week is always the air show by the &lt;a href="http://www.blueangels.navy.mil/"&gt;Blue Angels&lt;/a&gt;, an elite U.S. Navy demonstration aerobatics squadron. They are famous for their daring barrel rolls, sudden dives, and close side-by-side passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The full air show will be on Saturday and Sunday, 1 p.m.- 4 p.m. For the best views go to the Marina or Pier 39.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lucky enough to watch and shoot this video of the rehearsal show today from a boat on the bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jnZAYNdiJ_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jnZAYNdiJ_E?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2621673424492620864?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2621673424492620864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/blue-angels-fleet-week-san-francisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2621673424492620864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2621673424492620864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/blue-angels-fleet-week-san-francisco.html' title='Blue Angels Fleet Week- San Francisco 2010'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-3887527723413637563</id><published>2010-10-05T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:23:18.254-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brushes with fame'/><title type='text'>Guillero del Toro said hi to me!</title><content type='html'>Well sort of. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457430/"&gt;Pan's Labyrinth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/find?s=all&amp;amp;q=the+orphanage"&gt;The Orphanage&lt;/a&gt; writer and director &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0868219/"&gt;Guillermo del Toro&lt;/a&gt; was in San Francisco last week to promote his newest vampire book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Fall-Book-Two-Strain-Trilogy/dp/0061558222"&gt;The Fall&lt;/a&gt;. He was at the &lt;a href="http://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/123700"&gt;Kabuki Theater&lt;/a&gt; last Tuesday to talk about his new book and to sign copies for fans. I was supposed to go with my friend &lt;a href="http://hyphen-happy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt; but I had to back out at the last minute. Like a true friend, Rebecca went anyway and got Guillermo del Toro to sign a copy of his first novel for me. Rebecca said he was a very kind and engaging speaker. I wish I could have been there, but the next best thing is definitely getting an autographed and sketched copy of his book. Thanks again, Rebecca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKvAvk6Vd4I/AAAAAAAABUI/lHlxJIubU5o/s1600/sc001b7045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKvAvk6Vd4I/AAAAAAAABUI/lHlxJIubU5o/s320/sc001b7045.jpg" width="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-3887527723413637563?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3887527723413637563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/guillero-del-toro-said-hi-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3887527723413637563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3887527723413637563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/guillero-del-toro-said-hi-to-me.html' title='Guillero del Toro said hi to me!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKvAvk6Vd4I/AAAAAAAABUI/lHlxJIubU5o/s72-c/sc001b7045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5261855190686475967</id><published>2010-10-03T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T21:26:52.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city profile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Saturday in Sausalito</title><content type='html'>This weekend my family and I took a nice drive across the bridge to &lt;a href="http://www.sausalito.org/visitor/attractions"&gt;Sausalito&lt;/a&gt;, which is right across the bay from San Francisco. It's a cute little town that draws tourists from all over the world without losing its local charm. It's the perfect place to browse through interesting shops, to grab an ice cream cone, and to have a picnic by the bay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKlWWYtbRXI/AAAAAAAABT4/qqA1eEh-q8o/s400/GEDC1770.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;One toy shop had a display of all my favorite childhood books.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKlWWYtbRXI/AAAAAAAABT4/qqA1eEh-q8o/s1600/GEDC1770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKlWZCPOP_I/AAAAAAAABT8/pnM0wsDCk1Q/s400/GEDC1773.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cute shops galore!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKlWZCPOP_I/AAAAAAAABT8/pnM0wsDCk1Q/s1600/GEDC1773.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKlWcl6n-wI/AAAAAAAABUA/oL3pz33D4HM/s400/GEDC1774.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sit by the fountain after a nice afternoon of shopping.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKlWcl6n-wI/AAAAAAAABUA/oL3pz33D4HM/s1600/GEDC1774.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKlWgF_Mq_I/AAAAAAAABUE/1Qk6Hou1dMM/s400/GEDC1778.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or watch the ships sail into the harbor.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKlWgF_Mq_I/AAAAAAAABUE/1Qk6Hou1dMM/s1600/GEDC1778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5261855190686475967?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5261855190686475967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday-in-sausalito.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5261855190686475967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5261855190686475967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/10/saturday-in-sausalito.html' title='Saturday in Sausalito'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TKlWWYtbRXI/AAAAAAAABT4/qqA1eEh-q8o/s72-c/GEDC1770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5053123501381827615</id><published>2010-09-30T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T21:46:07.528-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>MTT Conducts the French Classics</title><content type='html'>This post goes out especially to my friend &lt;a href="http://hyphen-happy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rebecca&lt;/a&gt;, who specifically requested it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't pretend to be an expert in anything, especially classical music. However, I do love the &lt;a href="http://www.sfsymphony.org/"&gt;San Francisco Symphony&lt;/a&gt;! I love everything about it: people dressing up and going out for an evening of beautiful music, the incomparable &lt;a href="http://www.sfsymphony.org/"&gt;Davies Symphony Hall&lt;/a&gt;, the gifted musicians and... &lt;a href="http://www.michaeltilsonthomas.com/"&gt;Michael Tilson Thomas&lt;/a&gt;, music director and conductor of the San Francisco Symphony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="322" src="http://www.sacbee.com/static/weblogs/ticket/STI%20mttLive1%5B1%5D.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Michael Tilson Thomas, music director and conductor of The San Francisco Symphony&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sacbee.com/static/weblogs/ticket/STI%20mttLive1%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night I got a ticket to see MTT conduct the French classics and I was lucky enough to score a seat behind the orchestra, so I was able to look down and see all the musicians below me and MTT facing me. I think the terrace seating is the best in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He conducted &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Ravel"&gt;Ravel's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Rapsodie Espagnole &lt;/i&gt;(1907), &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claude_Debussy"&gt;Debussy's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;Premiere Rapsodie&lt;/i&gt; (1911) with clarinet soloist &lt;a href="http://www.sacbee.com/2010/09/30/3066299/clarinetist-carey-bell-to-highlight.html"&gt;Carey Bell&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Fantaisie &lt;/i&gt;(1889-90) with piano artist &lt;a href="http://www.yca.org/neuburger.html"&gt;Jean-Frederic Neuburger&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hector_Berlioz"&gt;Berlioz's &lt;/a&gt;Scenes from &lt;i&gt;Romeo et Juliette&lt;/i&gt;, Opus 17 (1840).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite parts was watching Neuburger's hands flutter across the keyboard of the massive grand piano. His hands looked like excited butterflies chasing each other across a meadow. It was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to check out their awesome podcasts, &lt;a href="http://www.sfsymphony.org/podcasts/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5053123501381827615?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5053123501381827615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/mtt-conducts-french-classics.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5053123501381827615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5053123501381827615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/mtt-conducts-french-classics.html' title='MTT Conducts the French Classics'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4842698474240163452</id><published>2010-09-29T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:23:35.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><title type='text'>Buried Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Buried-Ryan-Reynolds-550x310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/Buried-Ryan-Reynolds-550x310.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcTotmmT-k6bIsO76TV4hUXu5RurcJ_OVsBJTtqGgm4fMKkT2Jp6" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;There’s an old saying  that some people can’t act their way out of a paper bag. One film star  this adage definitely does not apply to is &lt;i&gt;Buried&lt;/i&gt; star Ryan Reynolds. In fact, he can keep audiences interested for an hour and a half all without leaving a wooden box.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;The concept of the new film &lt;i&gt;Buried &lt;/i&gt;is simple: one man, one cell phone, and one lighter are buried together in a small wooden coffin somewhere in Iraq. The man must find a way to escape before oxygen runs out. The premise calls to mind Uma Thurman in &lt;i&gt;Kill Bill: Vol. 2&lt;/i&gt;, except the tone of &lt;i&gt;Buried&lt;/i&gt; is much darker. Instead of a skilled martial artist expertly punching her way through a wooden coffin, we have an Everyman fighting to survive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;It is obviously a thriller about survival but the real mystery is, how good can a 95-minute film about a man in a box be? When the man in question is Ryan Reynolds, the answer is the $3.2 million price tag the film sold for at this year’s Sundance Film Festival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;The film centers on Paul Conroy (Reynolds), a civilian contract worker hired by the U.S. to drive supply trucks in Iraq. Insurgents attack his convoy, kidnap him, and knock him unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Buried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; opens disconcertingly with a completely black screen. As you sit in total darkness for the first few minutes, the only thing you’ll hear is the sound of grunting and labored breathing, setting the tone for the rest of the claustrophobia-inducing film.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Reynolds expertly conveys panic when he regains consciousness before futilely clawing, kicking and cursing at the lid of the coffin. As the gravity of the situation sinks in, a cell phone that his captors intentionally planted to communicate with him starts to ring. Paul learns that he is being held for a $5 million ransom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Buried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt; is basically a one-man show and the only moments we hear any interaction with other characters is when Paul uses the cell phone to call for help. One of the most effectively frustrating parts of the film is the amount of bureaucratic red tape Paul must get through in order to elicit help. Operators calmly ask him to describe the nature of his emergency and most don’t even believe him. At one point Paul angrily yells at a representative of U.S. Defense that help would come a lot faster if he were someone more valuable to the government. The accusation that the government only cares about diplomats, journalists, and other notable figures calls into question the ethics of diplomacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: small;"&gt;Overall the premise is so terrifying and the visual scope is so confined that it’s no surprise the film can get very heavy, especially towards the end as Paul begins to lose hope for survival. I think &lt;i&gt;Buried&lt;/i&gt; is worth seeing just to watch Ryan Reynolds show off his ability to act out a broad spectrum of emotions without the help of any other visible characters. Arguably few other actors can do the same. If you do decide to watch the film, make sure you take someone with you. You’ll want someone to talk with about the ending!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4842698474240163452?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4842698474240163452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/buried-review.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4842698474240163452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4842698474240163452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/buried-review.html' title='Buried Review'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-7527582853841481573</id><published>2010-09-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T16:02:49.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with friends'/><title type='text'>12 Books for $12</title><content type='html'>It's the best time of the year for San Franciscan book lovers-- September means it's time for the largest book sale on the West Coast! The &lt;a href="http://www.friendssfpl.org/?Big_Book_Sale"&gt;46th Annual Big Book Sale&lt;/a&gt; was held at &lt;a href="http://www.fortmason.org/events/events-details?id=760"&gt;Fort Mason&lt;/a&gt; this weekend by &lt;a href="http://www.friendssfpl.org/"&gt;The Friends of the San Francisco Public Library&lt;/a&gt;. It's a giant warehouse sale of books and media from all genres, and all proceeds benefit the &lt;a href="http://sfpl.org/"&gt;San Francisco Public Library&lt;/a&gt;. Today was the last day of the sale, so everything was $1 or less! With over 300 tables and a selection of over 300,000 titles, book lovers from all over the Bay Area can come home with bags full of treasures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_Nlxwa1nI/AAAAAAAABTg/019TEkSaRWo/s1600/GEDC1746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_Nt6QOCxI/AAAAAAAABTs/5qAQjMtXJ9s/s400/GEDC1751.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So many books.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_Nt6QOCxI/AAAAAAAABTs/5qAQjMtXJ9s/s1600/GEDC1751.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_NrbRQfOI/AAAAAAAABTo/ecRjE4dkJGk/s400/GEDC1749.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Rebecca graciously poses for a picture.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_NrbRQfOI/AAAAAAAABTo/ecRjE4dkJGk/s1600/GEDC1749.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_NwT6EAHI/AAAAAAAABTw/Yjt8FoMP3Kc/s400/GEDC1752.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite section.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_NwT6EAHI/AAAAAAAABTw/Yjt8FoMP3Kc/s1600/GEDC1752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_Ny8UARnI/AAAAAAAABT0/uc50CC1Yy0M/s400/GEDC1761.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My loot! Clockwise from top left: &lt;i&gt;Moas is My Washpot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Life of Jane Austen&lt;/i&gt;; &lt;i&gt;Anna Karenina; By the Pricking of my Thumbs, Vanity Fair, Return of the Native, The Cricket in Times Square, Atonement, Cover Her Face; Secrets of the Rosary; Persuasion; The Age of Innocence.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_Ny8UARnI/AAAAAAAABT0/uc50CC1Yy0M/s1600/GEDC1761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-7527582853841481573?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7527582853841481573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/12-books-for-12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7527582853841481573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7527582853841481573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/12-books-for-12.html' title='12 Books for $12'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ_Nt6QOCxI/AAAAAAAABTs/5qAQjMtXJ9s/s72-c/GEDC1751.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-2814196331905530755</id><published>2010-09-25T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T11:06:36.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with friends'/><title type='text'>Opera at the Ball Park</title><content type='html'>After all these years of wanting to go to &lt;a href="http://sfopera.com/spact/aida_att_signup.asp"&gt;Opera at the Ball Park&lt;/a&gt; and not being able to go, I finally made it last night-- along with 32,000 other people! Opera at the Ball Park has become a San Francisco tradition, drawing thousands of people from all over the Bay Area. It is an annual event in which &lt;a href="http://mlb.mlb.com/sf/ballpark/index.jsp"&gt;AT&amp;amp;T Park&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://sanfrancisco.giants.mlb.com/index.jsp?c_id=sf"&gt;San Francisco Giants&lt;/a&gt;, opens up for a free simulcast (simultaneous broadcast) of whatever opera is playing at the S&lt;a href="http://www.sfwmpac.org/operahouse/oh_index.html"&gt;an Francisco War Memorial Opera House&lt;/a&gt;. In other words, there's a live stream of the opera directly onto the ball park's jumbotron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People can either sit in the stands or bring picnic baskets and blankets to sit on the field. It's perfect for families, couples, and groups of friends. Sports and fine arts don't usually get thrown into the same event, but Opera at the Ball Park shows that opera can still be relevant for people today. Last night's showing of &lt;a href="http://sfopera.com/o/293.asp"&gt;Verdi's &lt;i&gt;Aida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; was fantastic! Beautiful music, gorgeous costumes, and magnificent sets kept an audience of 32,000 enthralled for a whole three hours. That's quite an achievement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ45TKQbGXI/AAAAAAAABTU/0Si6WEytfiQ/s1600/GEDC1739.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ45TKQbGXI/AAAAAAAABTU/0Si6WEytfiQ/s400/GEDC1739.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ45YbS0dYI/AAAAAAAABTc/wpRVoU43Dv8/s1600/GEDC1742.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ45YbS0dYI/AAAAAAAABTc/wpRVoU43Dv8/s400/GEDC1742.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ45VoxLKOI/AAAAAAAABTY/4TrY3S2yKYo/s1600/GEDC1741.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ45VoxLKOI/AAAAAAAABTY/4TrY3S2yKYo/s400/GEDC1741.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-2814196331905530755?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2814196331905530755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/opera-at-ball-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2814196331905530755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/2814196331905530755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/opera-at-ball-park.html' title='Opera at the Ball Park'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJ45TKQbGXI/AAAAAAAABTU/0Si6WEytfiQ/s72-c/GEDC1739.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6748140120979047791</id><published>2010-09-23T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T15:26:14.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'>Wish List: Mary Poppins Decal</title><content type='html'>I was browsing the &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/category/geekery?ref=fp_ln_geekery"&gt;Geekery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; category of &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/"&gt;Etsy&lt;/a&gt; and I stumbled upon this awesome Mary Poppins laptop decal by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop/MakeItMineDesigns?ref=seller_info"&gt;MakeitMine&lt;/a&gt;. I'm still debating though if I should get it or not. Pros: it's cute and I like it. Cons: I'm worried I'll get tired of it and it'll end up being hard to remove from my Macbook. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.176268304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://ny-image0.etsy.com/il_fullxfull.176268304.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6748140120979047791?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6748140120979047791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/wish-list-mary-poppins-decal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6748140120979047791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6748140120979047791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/wish-list-mary-poppins-decal.html' title='Wish List: Mary Poppins Decal'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-170401797484068025</id><published>2010-09-21T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:21:36.608-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='places to see before you die'/><title type='text'>Sunset Over San Francisco</title><content type='html'>Every year, a group of us gets together to climb the iconic towers of &lt;a href="http://www.stignatiussf.org/"&gt;St. Ignatius Church&lt;/a&gt;. It's the heart of our campus and climbing to the top of one of the twin towers is always a highlight of the year. Saint Ignatius Church was opened in 1914 and was the largest church west of the Mississippi when it was built. It's quite beautiful. I am definitely getting married here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the tower tour. After climbing over 300 steps up a narrow spiral staircase, the views from the top of the 220-foot vista are amazing! To the south you can see Twin Peaks, to the east is the downtown skyline, to the north is the Golden Gate Bridge, and to the east is the pacific sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmO5g-HUpI/AAAAAAAABR8/joctN6wo98k/s400/GEDC1680.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The spiral staircase&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmO5g-HUpI/AAAAAAAABR8/joctN6wo98k/s1600/GEDC1680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmO8isZkII/AAAAAAAABSA/IdJdfHAM0yI/s400/GEDC1683.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a tradition to write your name on the door once you reach the top.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmO8isZkII/AAAAAAAABSA/IdJdfHAM0yI/s1600/GEDC1683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPAeFcB6I/AAAAAAAABSE/uD-fAU4ET-s/s400/GEDC1687.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I even found my signature from two years ago.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPAeFcB6I/AAAAAAAABSE/uD-fAU4ET-s/s1600/GEDC1687.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPEayDL2I/AAAAAAAABSM/fwG0qRKV4R8/s400/GEDC1699.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is one of my favorite drawings on the inside of the tower.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPEayDL2I/AAAAAAAABSM/fwG0qRKV4R8/s1600/GEDC1699.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPCZEAmbI/AAAAAAAABSI/Y9QMeslbRZg/s400/GEDC1694.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the south is Twin Peaks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPCZEAmbI/AAAAAAAABSI/Y9QMeslbRZg/s1600/GEDC1694.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPHt6tt7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/TZBtRuAP2OA/s400/GEDC1701.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the east (ish) is the city.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPHt6tt7I/AAAAAAAABSQ/TZBtRuAP2OA/s1600/GEDC1701.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPMRsri6I/AAAAAAAABSU/2whwHTmlz0U/s400/GEDC1702.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our Lone Mountain Campus.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPMRsri6I/AAAAAAAABSU/2whwHTmlz0U/s1600/GEDC1702.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPQbR87EI/AAAAAAAABSY/2CE7Fu3bkSI/s400/GEDC1705.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the east is the second tower and the sunset.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPQbR87EI/AAAAAAAABSY/2CE7Fu3bkSI/s1600/GEDC1705.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPTNy3xMI/AAAAAAAABSc/UZI8HqKTElg/s400/GEDC1726.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Inside Saint Ignatius Church.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPTNy3xMI/AAAAAAAABSc/UZI8HqKTElg/s1600/GEDC1726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPVtPTPpI/AAAAAAAABSg/nHJ51V_FWWU/s400/GEDC1730.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;St. Ignatius Church&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmPVtPTPpI/AAAAAAAABSg/nHJ51V_FWWU/s1600/GEDC1730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-170401797484068025?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/170401797484068025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunset-over-san-francisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/170401797484068025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/170401797484068025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunset-over-san-francisco.html' title='Sunset Over San Francisco'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJmO5g-HUpI/AAAAAAAABR8/joctN6wo98k/s72-c/GEDC1680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5323482802751992949</id><published>2010-09-19T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T15:05:57.451-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool pictures'/><title type='text'>Retreat</title><content type='html'>I just got back from a weekend spiritual retreat with some of my good friends I've known since freshman year of college. Here are a few pictures from our weekend in Los Altos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaIGa3B_UI/AAAAAAAABRg/iGKlE4_B_bM/s1600/GEDC1646.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaIJveik8I/AAAAAAAABRk/KjcsP9kwKhA/s1600/GEDC1653.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaIJveik8I/AAAAAAAABRk/KjcsP9kwKhA/s640/GEDC1653.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaIPZPED0I/AAAAAAAABRs/I13MOH4HlJg/s1600/GEDC1658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaIPZPED0I/AAAAAAAABRs/I13MOH4HlJg/s640/GEDC1658.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaISp0YrRI/AAAAAAAABRw/hmq7PONxwnk/s1600/GEDC1659.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaISp0YrRI/AAAAAAAABRw/hmq7PONxwnk/s640/GEDC1659.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaIWOLI9WI/AAAAAAAABR0/AYGIGtCUGuI/s640/GEDC1666.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Sarah and I wandered into town and found some boba.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaIWOLI9WI/AAAAAAAABR0/AYGIGtCUGuI/s1600/GEDC1666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaIYyUVDxI/AAAAAAAABR4/r2cfVx74Siw/s1600/GEDC1668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5323482802751992949?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5323482802751992949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/retreat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5323482802751992949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5323482802751992949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/retreat.html' title='Retreat'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TJaIJveik8I/AAAAAAAABRk/KjcsP9kwKhA/s72-c/GEDC1653.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-968220341953732902</id><published>2010-09-06T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:54:36.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf adventures'/><title type='text'>A Sunny Day in San Francisco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TIXgCyIUI1I/AAAAAAAABRY/SsYr5ySdFTQ/s1600/Picture+7.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TIXgCyIUI1I/AAAAAAAABRY/SsYr5ySdFTQ/s400/Picture+7.png" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snapshots of a city that is well-photographed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but easy to take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sunny day in San Francisco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is a rare and beautiful occasion for celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A city that is grounded in tradition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but thrives on the new and exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is vintage. It is hipster.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is old school. It is indie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is San Francisco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-968220341953732902?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/968220341953732902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunny-day-in-san-francisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/968220341953732902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/968220341953732902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunny-day-in-san-francisco.html' title='A Sunny Day in San Francisco'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TIXgCyIUI1I/AAAAAAAABRY/SsYr5ySdFTQ/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6294331248204272149</id><published>2010-09-05T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T21:08:17.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookstore'/><title type='text'>Bookstore Quest Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/bookstore-quest.html"&gt;The Bookstore Quest background&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been over two years since I started my goal to visit every independent bookstore in San Francisco and to write about them. As much as I love the seemingly unlimited selection and bargain prices that big chain retailers have to offer, I have a special place in my heart for the little, locally owned bookstores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TIRKJdzC1cI/AAAAAAAABQc/qdNcUL50ovM/s1600/GEDC1622.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TIRKJdzC1cI/AAAAAAAABQc/qdNcUL50ovM/s400/GEDC1622.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My bumper sticker. Some people eat local, I read local.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why I Love Independent Bookstores&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love the little handwritten cards on book shelves with doodles on them and staff recommendations that go beyond the New York Bestseller List.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love shop owners who know their customers by name.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love a small but carefully considered selection of books that caters perfectly to its customers' tastes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love friendly employees who know their stock well and can thoughtfully recommend something fun or off-beat that would interest you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love opening an old book and finding someone else's bookmark or receipt tucked in between pages. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I love finding old books with worn covers and dog-eared pages that show the book has been loved and reread countless times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Back to the Quest... &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admittedly, I've somewhat neglected my Bookstore Quest over the past couple of years because of busy schedules and lack of time. However when &lt;a href="http://www.baybooks.us/about-us"&gt;Bay Books&lt;/a&gt; in Concord (one of my favorite used bookstores) closed down after over 20 years, I was heartbroken and determined to start my quest where I left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, I have visited:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/bookstore-quest.html"&gt;Green Apple Books&lt;/a&gt; on 6th and Clement &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2008/09/forever-after-scarred.html"&gt;Forever After Books&lt;/a&gt; on Haight Street (which has since gone out of business; click on review to see why it wasn't a big surprise)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/north-beach-at-night.html"&gt;City Lights Books&lt;/a&gt; on Columbus &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://booksmith.com/"&gt;Booksmith&lt;/a&gt; on Haight Street&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I'm proud to check off three more bookstores from my list today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.borderlands-books.com/"&gt;Borderlands Books&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on Valencia&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fantasy, Science Fiction, and Horror Bookstore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sanfranciscodays.com/photos/large/borderlands-books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.sanfranciscodays.com/photos/large/borderlands-books.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://sanfranciscodays.com/"&gt;SanFranciscoDays.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Borderlands&lt;/b&gt; specializes in sci-fi, fantasy, and horror books. I don't normally follow these genres, but I couldn't help but go inside the store for a quick peek. The store has a reputation for selling a carefully chosen selection and its customers seem to appreciate it. I was only in the store for a few minutes, but I stayed long enough to overhear a conversation between two employees and a customer about a new book that came out. The conversation was passionate and well-informed. Bravo! I love it when bookstore employees actually know and care about what they're selling. These casual discussions between employees and customers show a dedication to customer service that bigger book retailers can't give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mission statement on their website begins: &lt;i&gt;"We love books. They're our friends. Good books and bad books, 1st editions         and beat up paperbacks. We love how they smell, how they feel, and the         way they sound when you open them (A customer once said that he liked         how they tasted. . . we watch him very carefully when he's in the store)."&lt;/i&gt; Right on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Price&lt;/i&gt;: New books are retail price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selection&lt;/i&gt;: Specializes in fantasy, horror, and sci-fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Service&lt;/i&gt;: Employees are friendly and love to talk with customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atmosphere&lt;/i&gt;: Warm, welcoming, and rather magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtbs.com/"&gt;Modern Times Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on Valencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"A progressive resource for the Bay Area-- A Neighborhood Bookstore for the Mission"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://missionlocal.org/wp-content/themes/calpress/library/extensions/timthumb.php?src=http://missionlocal.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/MODERNTIMES.jpg&amp;amp;w=620" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://missionlocal.org/wp-content/themes/calpress/library/extensions/timthumb.php?src=http://missionlocal.org/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/MODERNTIMES.jpg&amp;amp;w=620" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://missionlocal.org/"&gt;MissionLocal.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modern Times&lt;/b&gt; has a bright and open layout with plenty of space for organized its bookshelves. Modern Times has a notably local and personal atmosphere. From the first glance at the its book selection, you feel called into action to change the world. While they have books from many different genres, they specialize in global, political, and social discourse. It's the kind of place you can go for a lively discussion or debate on how the world should be. From what I noticed, their prices matched the original marked retail prices. So if you're going to buy a book anyway, why not support a local bookstore?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Price&lt;/i&gt;: New books are retail price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selection&lt;/i&gt;: Special focus on social change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Service&lt;/i&gt;: I only spent about ten minutes in there but I didn't have anyone approach me to ask if I needed help, nor did I see anyone else approached by an employee. I suppose their style is to let people explore on their own and help people only when they ask for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atmosphere&lt;/i&gt;: Clean, organized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogearedbooks.com/"&gt;Dog Eared Books&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (also) on Valencia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eclectic and Local&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sanfranciscodays.com/photos/large/dog-eared-books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://www.sanfranciscodays.com/photos/large/dog-eared-books.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://sanfranciscodays.com/"&gt;SanFranciscoDays.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I suppose the best way I could describe &lt;b&gt;Dog Eared Books&lt;/b&gt; is intimate and eclectic.&lt;/span&gt; It is the largest of its three associated bookstores in the Bay Area, in addition to Phoenix Books and Red Hill. I'll just add on what I write for my Yelp review of Dog Eared:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Any true book lover walking by can't pass up the chance to take a peek  inside. Although the selection is rather limited due to space, the books  they do have are well chosen. Also, they're fairly inexpensive compared  to the other neighboring bookstores Modern Times and Borderlands.  The discount cart of books on the sidewalk are all less than $5 I think. Many of the books inside are almost half off of the original  retail price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Price&lt;/i&gt;: Bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Selection&lt;/i&gt;: Excellent. Check out the section on local interest&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Service&lt;/i&gt;: Friendly and welcoming. Employees go out of their way to help customers find what they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Atmosphere&lt;/i&gt;: Cozy, intimate and retro-vintage cool.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6294331248204272149?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6294331248204272149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/bookstore-quest-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6294331248204272149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6294331248204272149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/bookstore-quest-update.html' title='Bookstore Quest Update'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TIRKJdzC1cI/AAAAAAAABQc/qdNcUL50ovM/s72-c/GEDC1622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-7959610261510482510</id><published>2010-09-01T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T20:47:46.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy September!</title><content type='html'>We have officially started the 'ber months, although it definitely does not feel like it here in San Francisco, where we have late summers. The weather has been hot hot hot these past few days and I'm really enjoying the sunshine. In honor of September, I looked up a list of observances for the month of September. According to &lt;a href="http://brownielocks.com/"&gt;brownielocks.com&lt;/a&gt; (where you can find the complete list), September in the U.S. is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://assets.gearlive.com/filmcrunch/blogimages/snow-white-apple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://assets.gearlive.com/filmcrunch/blogimages/snow-white-apple.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;September may be National Apple Month but don't accept food from strangers.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;National Apple Month&lt;/b&gt; (So healthy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;National College Savings Month&lt;/b&gt; (Most us are already broke)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Library Card Sign-up Month&lt;/b&gt; (I'm all for library card patronage)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;[Ovarian, Pediatric, and Prostate] Cancer Month&lt;/b&gt; (Good cause)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pleasure Your Mate Month&lt;/b&gt; (Why September? If you've been neglecting them for the whole year, why start now?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shameless Promotion Month&lt;/b&gt; (I'm thinking both halves of the &lt;a href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/tvshowbiz/article-1305320/Kate-Jon-Gosselin-behave-like-children-swap-care-duties-weekend.html"&gt;Gosselin disaster&lt;/a&gt; and anyone on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jersey_Shore_%28TV_series%29"&gt;The Jersey Shore&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Self-Improvement Month &lt;/b&gt;(Kind of a late check in on your New Year's resolutions)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-7959610261510482510?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7959610261510482510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7959610261510482510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/7959610261510482510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-september.html' title='Happy September!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-9012299790140010321</id><published>2010-08-31T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T17:45:11.174-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youthful follies'/><title type='text'>How to Be Awkward</title><content type='html'>I'm taking a really cool class this semester called Nonverbal Communication and today we were discussing unspoken behavioral rules that everyone just knows to follow. Apparently, if you want to be socially awkward:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stare at people for prolonged periods of time.&lt;br /&gt;After shaking someone's hand, keep holding on and similarly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when people give you a casual hug, linger with your arms around them.&lt;br /&gt;Cut in front of people waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;When speaking with someone, use unnecessarily long pauses between responses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close the gap between you and the person before you at the ATM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; When there are plenty of empty seats on the bus, sit directly next to a stranger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;These are just some of the many unspoken rules in our society that people may not consciously be aware of, but almost everyone follows. Many people aren't even aware that these rules exist until someone breaks them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d94/diunderwear/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-SOMEONE-WA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d94/diunderwear/Socially-Awkward-Penguin-SOMEONE-WA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Socially Awkward Penguin&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our class assignment today was to get into small groups and wander around campus breaking these behavioral codes. For my experience, I went with my group to the school bookstore. I spotted a guy looking at the school planners. I decided with my group to break the unspoken rule about standing too close to strangers. I awkwardly made my way to where the guy was standing and I grabbed one of the planners so I could pretend to read it. He took a step backward and I took a step toward him. He took another step backward and I took another step toward him. All this was done without either of us looking up from the planners we were reading and with my group standing 10 feet away trying not to laugh at us. Finally, the guy threw the planner back onto the shelf and almost ran away to hide behind the textbook display. I felt kind of bad for freaking him out, but it was pretty funny at the same time. Thanks to this class, I'll definitely be more aware of these 'unspoken behavioral codes.' Maybe you should try breaking a few of these codes and see what people's reactions are. It's pretty fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Check out this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q0Uw36nhUOE&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded#%21"&gt;Awkward music video&lt;/a&gt; by CollegeHumor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-9012299790140010321?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/9012299790140010321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-to-be-awkward.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/9012299790140010321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/9012299790140010321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/how-to-be-awkward.html' title='How to Be Awkward'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5812704725247506545</id><published>2010-08-27T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T23:35:14.726-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restaurant review'/><title type='text'>Afternoon Tea with the Ladies</title><content type='html'>I finally got a chance to meet up with my high school friends Sam, Karina, and Tiffany. We decided the best place for our reunion would be &lt;a href="http://www.lovejoystearoom.com/index.html"&gt;Lovejoy's Tea Room&lt;/a&gt; in San Francisco. I've only been to Lovejoy's once before, and was eager to go back. It's a cute, quaintly decorated tea room in the heart of the city. From the mismatched tea sets to the unique knick knacks, you'll feel like you stepped into your aunt's cozy living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THikayMTrBI/AAAAAAAABQI/G5rCbSZ2XwE/s1600/GEDC1600.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THikayMTrBI/AAAAAAAABQI/G5rCbSZ2XwE/s320/GEDC1600.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THikT4FCVTI/AAAAAAAABQE/sQQG5Dhhkp0/s1600/GEDC1599.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THikT4FCVTI/AAAAAAAABQE/sQQG5Dhhkp0/s320/GEDC1599.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us ordered High Tea, which includes two sandwiches, coleslaw, organic spring greens, two scones, preserves, Devon clotted cream, two biscuits, and a choice of tea. The service is phenomenal! The ladies who serve there are experts on tea and they refresh your pot of tea every half hour. They stop by often and make sure that all their customers get what they need and feel welcomed. Expect to pay about $25 per person. It's a bit pricey, but it's worth the treat if it's a special occasion. Definitely stop by for a spot of tea if you're ever in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THikBwjGO2I/AAAAAAAABQA/AT9JYsLzY6w/s1600/GEDC1594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THikBwjGO2I/AAAAAAAABQA/AT9JYsLzY6w/s320/GEDC1594.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THilTAzhUTI/AAAAAAAABQM/ApvNviwbH3c/s1600/GEDC1607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THilTAzhUTI/AAAAAAAABQM/ApvNviwbH3c/s320/GEDC1607.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THijwsSYk9I/AAAAAAAABP8/2nyG3cfcSGo/s1600/GEDC1593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THijwsSYk9I/AAAAAAAABP8/2nyG3cfcSGo/s320/GEDC1593.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THimAOKk4vI/AAAAAAAABQQ/0Rsv5BU-3vI/s1600/GEDC1609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THimAOKk4vI/AAAAAAAABQQ/0Rsv5BU-3vI/s320/GEDC1609.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5812704725247506545?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5812704725247506545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/afternoon-tea-with-ladies.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5812704725247506545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5812704725247506545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/afternoon-tea-with-ladies.html' title='Afternoon Tea with the Ladies'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THikayMTrBI/AAAAAAAABQI/G5rCbSZ2XwE/s72-c/GEDC1600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-1527138437025328610</id><published>2010-08-27T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T14:14:31.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what recession?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'>Maybe next time.</title><content type='html'>At one point in our lives, we usually get asked the question, "What would you do if you won the lottery?" It's a simple question that often elicits responses such as, "I would buy a mansion," or "I would buy the luxury car I've always wanted," or "I would quit my job and travel all over the world." The last response is probably closest to my heart, but lately I think my answer would honestly be very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THgqIyI4EdI/AAAAAAAABP4/sG9H_hVDMdU/s1600/GEDC1592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THgqIyI4EdI/AAAAAAAABP4/sG9H_hVDMdU/s400/GEDC1592.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I only got one number out of six with my lotto ticket. Maybe next time.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I bought a lotto ticket on Tuesday, as I occasionally do when the jackpot's big enough [as if the usual $6 million is not enough]. I made sure to buy a ticket because the Mega Million lottery jackpot for Tuesday was $115 million!!! I thought to myself, even if I don't win the whole $115 million I would still be happy. If I had to share the jackpot with another winner, that would be ok too. What if I didn't hit the big jackpot, but instead only got 5 of the numbers? I could live with $100 grand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of wondering what I would buy if I won the $115 million jackpot, I began thinking about the minimum amount of money to make me happy. I know money can't buy happiness, but it would certainly relieve the headaches of so many people with financial burdens. I think of money as expensive Tylenol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how much would it take to make this headache of mine go away? I think I'd be happy just to pay off my $10,000 student loan. Not bad. Although, if I &lt;i&gt;did &lt;/i&gt;win the $115 million I think I might be able to think of some fun ways to use it! [books, travel, 50 million cups of milk tea, &lt;i&gt;House&lt;/i&gt; Seasons 1-6 on DVD, etc]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-1527138437025328610?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/1527138437025328610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-next-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1527138437025328610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/1527138437025328610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/maybe-next-time.html' title='Maybe next time.'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THgqIyI4EdI/AAAAAAAABP4/sG9H_hVDMdU/s72-c/GEDC1592.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-5109262151055581043</id><published>2010-08-24T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:37:07.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good finds'/><title type='text'>Tea for One... and a Bowl!</title><content type='html'>I found these two items at our student store. It's a tea-for-one (tea pot + tea cup) and a vintage style cereal bowl. I'm such a nerd and I can't help it. So excited to use them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THSPqJEmlzI/AAAAAAAABP0/wAA_UqUBtHc/s1600/GEDC1587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THSPqJEmlzI/AAAAAAAABP0/wAA_UqUBtHc/s400/GEDC1587.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My new tea-for-one and vintage Corn Flakes cereal bowl.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-5109262151055581043?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/5109262151055581043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/tea-for-one-and-bowl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5109262151055581043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/5109262151055581043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/tea-for-one-and-bowl.html' title='Tea for One... and a Bowl!'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/THSPqJEmlzI/AAAAAAAABP0/wAA_UqUBtHc/s72-c/GEDC1587.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-3141644024235781002</id><published>2010-08-17T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T22:37:06.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of the Cat</title><content type='html'>The theme for our residence hall this year is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dr._Seuss"&gt;Dr. Seuss&lt;/a&gt; and our floor was lucky enough to get &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Cat_in_the_Hat"&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/a&gt;. It's a lot of fun making posters and decorations for the hall when the theme is a childhood favorite. Here's what I have so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGtwe8_r_-I/AAAAAAAABO8/sSbDVGldfS8/s1600/GEDC1557.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGtwe8_r_-I/AAAAAAAABO8/sSbDVGldfS8/s400/GEDC1557.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGtwiGev6QI/AAAAAAAABPE/FUvonEOtSUg/s1600/GEDC1573.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGtwiGev6QI/AAAAAAAABPE/FUvonEOtSUg/s400/GEDC1573.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGtwjArFcDI/AAAAAAAABPI/hFH1sh_Z3ZE/s1600/GEDC1574.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGtwjArFcDI/AAAAAAAABPI/hFH1sh_Z3ZE/s400/GEDC1574.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGtwksJTBlI/AAAAAAAABPM/fl0ZPdPRDK4/s1600/GEDC1575.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGtwksJTBlI/AAAAAAAABPM/fl0ZPdPRDK4/s400/GEDC1575.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-3141644024235781002?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3141644024235781002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/year-of-cat.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3141644024235781002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3141644024235781002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/year-of-cat.html' title='The Year of the Cat'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGtwe8_r_-I/AAAAAAAABO8/sSbDVGldfS8/s72-c/GEDC1557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8974566567146990143</id><published>2010-08-15T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T22:39:55.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family time'/><title type='text'>Sunday Afternoons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGjOMIibFvI/AAAAAAAABO4/qkPqByzTMvI/s1600/GEDC1567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGjOMIibFvI/AAAAAAAABO4/qkPqByzTMvI/s320/GEDC1567.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite parts about Sunday is the drive back into the city after a weekend at home. Every Sunday afternoon, instead of making me take the train, my parents drive me back to school. It's a nice leisurely drive and we just talk or listen to music. It's nice. These quiet, unassuming moments. It's so easy to take them for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were sitting in traffic on the Bay Bridge this afternoon, it occurred to me that I should take a candid picture of my parents in an attempt to capture the moment. How many times have mom and dad cleared their weekend schedules just to drive me back to school? How many times did I sit in the back seat and was silently grateful for that moment? I don't know. I think life is just a series of these moments, pieces of a puzzle that interconnect to tell a story. Thus this picture on its own may seem unremarkable to most, but it is a little piece of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8974566567146990143?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8974566567146990143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-afternoon-drives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8974566567146990143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8974566567146990143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/sunday-afternoon-drives.html' title='Sunday Afternoons'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TGjOMIibFvI/AAAAAAAABO4/qkPqByzTMvI/s72-c/GEDC1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-3005655109666151612</id><published>2010-08-09T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T17:47:16.230-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily inspirations'/><title type='text'>Inspirational Quote</title><content type='html'>I know I've blogged about this before, but one of my favorite quotes is from Grey's Anatomy: &lt;i&gt;"There is nothing worse than missing out on an opportunity that could have changed your life."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm about to begin my fourth and final year as an undergrad, this quotation is beginning to mean more things for me. I think it's a message of encouragement-- to live freely and fiercely, without regret. It means trying new things and forging new relationships [or reconnecting with people you've lost touch with], all without fear of failure, rejection, or making a mistake. It's ok to make mistakes. I think in the end, more people regret chances not taken rather than failed attempts. So here's to taking chances!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-3005655109666151612?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3005655109666151612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/inspirational-quote.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3005655109666151612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/3005655109666151612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/inspirational-quote.html' title='Inspirational Quote'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8821479076610630779</id><published>2010-08-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T13:33:35.988-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating san francisco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Aloha, San Francisco</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my friend Rita and I went to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.pica-org.org/AlohaFest/index.html"&gt;16th Annual San Francisco Aloha Festival&lt;/a&gt; over at the &lt;a href="http://www.pica-org.org/AlohaFest/af_directions.html"&gt;Presidio&lt;/a&gt;. One of my favorite parts about living in San Francisco is the amazing variety of events and festivals that are offered each year. Although this was my first time going to the Aloha Fest, I've heard that it always gets a really good turnout. Hosted by the &lt;a href="http://www.pica-org.org/"&gt;Pacific Islanders' Cultural Association&lt;/a&gt;, the festival offers live musical and dance entertainment, Pacific-Island-themed merchandise, and delicious Hawaiian food. It's a very family-friendly event and people bring blankets so they can picnic in front of the entertainment stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TF8SaAegj-I/AAAAAAAABOs/79QqWY_varE/s1600/GEDC1530.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TF8SaAegj-I/AAAAAAAABOs/79QqWY_varE/s640/GEDC1530.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;While there, Rita and I made sure to try some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spam_musubi"&gt;Spam Musubi&lt;/a&gt;, which is like a giant sushi roll with grilled spam in it. And yes, it is as scrumptious as it sounds! We also bought some &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shave_ice"&gt;Hawaiian Shaved Ice&lt;/a&gt;, which is basically a snow cone [only the ice is shaved instead of crushed] in a cup and with the option of getting a scoop of vanilla ice cream at the bottom. What's great about it is that by the time the ice begins to melt, the syrup would have trickled down on top of the vanilla ice cream at the bottom of the cup, turning it into tropical fruit flavored ice cream! Yum! At the festival, you get to choose two flavors from a whole menu of different choices. Rita got rainbow and I got passion fruit and piña colada&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;with vanilla ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TF8TKcOr9zI/AAAAAAAABOw/jTOTIHGY6dw/s1600/GEDC1531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TF8TKcOr9zI/AAAAAAAABOw/jTOTIHGY6dw/s640/GEDC1531.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The festival is this weekend, from 10am-5pm and admission is free. So if you're in the city, I recommend you check it out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8821479076610630779?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8821479076610630779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/aloha-san-francisco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8821479076610630779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8821479076610630779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/aloha-san-francisco.html' title='Aloha, San Francisco'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TF8SaAegj-I/AAAAAAAABOs/79QqWY_varE/s72-c/GEDC1530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-4728493567930130433</id><published>2010-08-04T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T20:34:40.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sf adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love with...'/><title type='text'>I Heart SF</title><content type='html'>I'm about to admit something that's been a long time coming. I love San Francisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/SaXBZYiS9zI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wLbe_dbmYoY/s1600/100_1509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/SaXBZYiS9zI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wLbe_dbmYoY/s640/100_1509.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;North Beach at night with a view of the Transamerica Pyramid.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I'm a Bay Area native and have been living in the city for the past three years. As a kid growing up in the suburbs forty minutes outside of San Francisco, I always looked forward to spending a day in the city. My favorite school trips were the ones that involved watching a Broadway show at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orpheum_Theatre_%28San_Francisco,_California%29"&gt;Orpheum Theatre&lt;/a&gt;, visiting the emperor monkeys at the &lt;a href="http://www.sfzoo.org/openrosters/view_homepage.asp?orgkey=1859"&gt;San Francisco Zoo&lt;/a&gt;, or eating &lt;a href="http://www.boudinbakery.com/"&gt;Boudin&lt;/a&gt;'s clam chowder bread bowls at &lt;a href="http://www.pier39.com/index.cfm"&gt;Pier 39&lt;/a&gt;. I loved being part of the Christmas shopping crowds in &lt;a href="http://www.unionsquareshop.com/"&gt;Union Square&lt;/a&gt;, browsing through the legendary &lt;a href="http://www.citylights.com/"&gt;City Lights Bookstore&lt;/a&gt;, and  watching the Pacific fog envelope the towers of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Gate_Bridge"&gt;Golden Gate Bridge&lt;/a&gt;. For a small town girl like me, there was always something special and exciting about the city-- something new to see and try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The city was a huge deciding factor when I chose to go to school here. I felt that living in the city would provide just the right amount of excitement a newly independent college student needs. I was right. I got everything I could hope for: an exciting night life, world-class cuisine, talented performers from every imaginable field and genre-- and all of this in a compact area of seven miles by seven miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave San Francisco last year to study in Oxford. As much as I love Oxford-- the history, the architecture, the academics, the libraries, and the people... I still felt a twinge of loneliness when I thought about my city by the bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I moved back to San Francisco. I'm now sitting at my old desk, in my old room, on the same floor I've been living on since freshman year. A lot of people told me that coming back to California after spending a year in Europe would make me bored and that I would miss traveling too much. While I do miss Oxford and all the good friends I made there, I feel anything &lt;i&gt;but&lt;/i&gt; boredom now that I am back. Sure, everything is familiar. But it is also different. After venturing out of my little comfort zone and seeing a bit more of the world beyond, I'm beginning to see my corner of the world with a fresh perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the seductive charms of Monte Carlo, the hot excitement of Barcelona, and the dreamy romance of Paris, but I have to say (with only a tiny hint of bias) that San Francisco combines all of these elements into one stylish and unique package. It's the city in which to make friends in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Gate_Park"&gt;Golden Gate Park&lt;/a&gt; or enjoy anonymity for day, to marvel at the cement skyline or take a boat onto the bay to watch the sunset melt on the horizon over the Pacific Ocean. It's the city in which to snap your fingers to easy jazz in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fillmore_District,_San_Francisco"&gt;Fillmore&lt;/a&gt; or enjoy a quiet moment on top of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twin_Peaks_%28San_Francisco,_California%29"&gt;Twin Peaks&lt;/a&gt;. I think the one thing you'll never be in San Francisco is bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-4728493567930130433?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/4728493567930130433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-heart-sf.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4728493567930130433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/4728493567930130433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-heart-sf.html' title='I Heart SF'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/SaXBZYiS9zI/AAAAAAAAAfg/wLbe_dbmYoY/s72-c/100_1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-8722985620292864489</id><published>2010-07-29T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T15:07:05.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authors'/><title type='text'>Book Review: The Tenth Man</title><content type='html'>Looking for a good summer read? So was I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://meerchant.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/graham_greene_the_tenth_man.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://meerchant.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/graham_greene_the_tenth_man.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For vacation reading, I look for something fun and easy to read. I like stories that carry me away from&amp;nbsp; the first page. That's why I was so excited to find a copy of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Graham_Greene"&gt;Graham Greene&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tenth_man"&gt;The Tenth Man&lt;/a&gt; at my local public library. What I love about Graham Greene is that he is an amazing storyteller. His stories are about ordinary, flawed human beings who struggle with their weaknesses in their attempt to do ultimately the right thing. Greene writes these stories with such care and detail that many of his novels have been easily adapted into films, including &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_End_of_the_Affair"&gt;The End of the Affair&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brighton_Rock_%28novel%29"&gt;Brighton Rock&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Quiet_American"&gt;The Quiet American&lt;/a&gt;. In fact Greene originally conceived &lt;i&gt;The Tenth Man&lt;/i&gt; as a film script idea in 1937 and didn't publish it as a short novel until 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Tenth Man&lt;/i&gt; is particularly good for summer reading. It's only 150 pages long and it is quite action-packed. It tells the story of French prisoners of war held in German camps during WWII. After a crime is committed outside of the prison, the German soldiers announce that one in every ten men will be executed and that they must decide among themselves who will be sacrificed. In order to be as fair as possible, the men draw lots to see who among them will be shot. One of the men who draws a lot marked for execution is a rich lawyer. As he desperately tries to buy his life by bribing the other prisoners, he ultimately makes a deal that will change the course of life, not only for himself, but for many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a tale of selfishness and selflessness, fear and bravery, shame and redemption. There is love and romance, as well as hatred and violence... All in 150 pages. Not bad, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-8722985620292864489?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/8722985620292864489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-review-tenth-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8722985620292864489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/8722985620292864489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/book-review-tenth-man.html' title='Book Review: The Tenth Man'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-6742802331367551205</id><published>2010-07-25T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T20:32:26.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the USA</title><content type='html'>Hey guys. I'm back from my European vacation and I'm taking a quick break but I'll be back writing soon. Thanks for sticking around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TEz3QdofjBI/AAAAAAAABOg/XyC8qMV_wD8/s1600/37543_1420127537325_1056750263_31080292_1625831_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TEz3QdofjBI/AAAAAAAABOg/XyC8qMV_wD8/s400/37543_1420127537325_1056750263_31080292_1625831_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-6742802331367551205?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6742802331367551205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-in-usa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6742802331367551205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/6742802331367551205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/07/back-in-usa.html' title='Back in the USA'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TEz3QdofjBI/AAAAAAAABOg/XyC8qMV_wD8/s72-c/37543_1420127537325_1056750263_31080292_1625831_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-369648201687774899</id><published>2010-06-28T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T16:29:32.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In memory</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been MIA for a while. My beloved grandfather passed away last week and I'm still having a hard time adjusting. In memory of him, I'll post one of my favorite pictures of us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/112/l_fa20a0614e1adaf5e828fea3f970d091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="478" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/112/l_fa20a0614e1adaf5e828fea3f970d091.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-369648201687774899?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/369648201687774899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-memory.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/369648201687774899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/369648201687774899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-memory.html' title='In memory'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-783679145192029864</id><published>2010-06-17T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T04:46:52.423-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youthful follies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun with friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oxford'/><title type='text'>Punting</title><content type='html'>One of the things I had to try before leaving Oxford was &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Punt_%28boat%29"&gt;punting&lt;/a&gt;. A punt is basically a flat-bottomed boat that you propel by sticking a long pole into the riverbed and pushing your boat forward. It's a lot of fun, but it takes quite a bit of skill and practice to steer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"For either you look graceful or you look ghastly;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;there is no middle way in punting"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-Dorothy Sayers, &lt;i&gt;Gaudy Night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punting is quite popular in Oxford and Cambridge during summer term and people often spend an afternoon on the river with their friends. It's common to bring a picnic lunch and a bottle of Pimms-- maybe even some relaxing music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJoaGju1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/VlbZU9fY6VA/s1600/GEDC0797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJoaGju1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/VlbZU9fY6VA/s320/GEDC0797.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;View from the bow. As you can see, there are a lot of other boaters on the river.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJmln1XCI/AAAAAAAABOM/qF0xkFlwGmc/s1600/GEDC0798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJmln1XCI/AAAAAAAABOM/qF0xkFlwGmc/s320/GEDC0798.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend Andrew is quite the expert punter.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJqD9WTkI/AAAAAAAABOU/xbDy1ePWCyU/s1600/GEDC0808.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJqD9WTkI/AAAAAAAABOU/xbDy1ePWCyU/s320/GEDC0808.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I managed to steer us back to the docks without maiming anyone!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJtHV4jnI/AAAAAAAABOY/9bpNpc0aHf0/s1600/GEDC0802.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJtHV4jnI/AAAAAAAABOY/9bpNpc0aHf0/s320/GEDC0802.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A yummy snack of crackers and humus. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJupMhSeI/AAAAAAAABOc/VE0rbllwQqo/s1600/GEDC0806.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJupMhSeI/AAAAAAAABOc/VE0rbllwQqo/s320/GEDC0806.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This beautiful but overly aggressive swan followed us all the way down river.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7395360715550386853-783679145192029864?l=firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/feeds/783679145192029864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/punting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/783679145192029864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7395360715550386853/posts/default/783679145192029864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://firstimpressionsblog.blogspot.com/2010/06/punting.html' title='Punting'/><author><name>Teresa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15645908913974284596</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8FJqDMYE1A4/TBoJoaGju1I/AAAAAAAABOQ/VlbZU9fY6VA/s72-c/GEDC0797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7395360715550386853.post-47911243232136991</id><published>2010-06-15T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T15:31:27.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wonderful distractions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube finds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool pictures'/><title type='text'>San Francisco Out of Toothpicks?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/atimg/1512831/061510ToothpickModel_rect540.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/atimg/1512831/061510ToothpickModel_rect540.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scott Weaver with his 9' tall toothpick model of San Francisco. Photo from &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/la/look/building-a-model-of-san-francisco-one-toothpick-at-a-time-119519"&gt;Apartment Therapy&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Just re-posting this from &lt;a href="http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/la/look/building-a-model-of-san-francisco-one-toothpick-at-a-time-119519"&gt;Apartment Therapy&lt;/a&gt; about Scott Weaver, who has spent 30 years building a model of San Francisco out of toothpicks. You can also place ping pong balls at certain points of the model and the balls will roll down the streets. Pretty cool. 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