<?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-7183438662007931955</id><updated>2011-07-30T20:02:00.448-07:00</updated><category term='travel'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='hiking'/><category term='web and tech'/><category term='current events'/><category term='China'/><category term='photography'/><category term='sports school'/><category term='comics'/><category term='family'/><category term='random'/><category term='sports'/><category term='culture'/><category term='music'/><category term='tv'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='school'/><category term='work'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>A Simple Story</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183438662007931955.post-2945759473769136055</id><published>2010-03-31T20:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:16:57.498-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>A Slightly-Annoyed Rant</title><content type='html'>These days everyone and their moms claim to be "interested in photography" on their resumes, and have all the fancy equipment and SLR cameras.  I don't recall interest in photography being such a ubiquitous thing before -- perhaps the transition from film to digital has made photography more accessible since you don't have to pay for having the film developed or have to do it yourself in a dark room.  Anyway, having a super shallow depth of field and cranking up the contrast on your computer, or Adobe Lightroom-ing a photo to make it all yellowy and vintagey-looking, seem to be what pass as good photography nowadays, at least on blogs (and no, I'm not saying mine are any better).  It bugs me that it's a formula for creating aesthetically pleasing pictures and that's what everyone (but not literally everyone) does  Where's the creativity?  I just think it leaves something to be desired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-2945759473769136055?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/2945759473769136055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=2945759473769136055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2945759473769136055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2945759473769136055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/03/slightly-annoyed-rant.html' title='A Slightly-Annoyed Rant'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-2673348524087637165</id><published>2010-03-31T14:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T14:18:11.223-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Rant About School</title><content type='html'>You'd think that a school with a big ass endowment can afford to spend some of it on hiring competent administrators to run it smartly and efficiently.  Apparently not.  In order to be cleared for this one requirement so that I can graduate, this person told me that I need to produce two letters from another office saying exactly xyz.  No matter that I was only ever sent one letter -- now, instead of communicating with that other office to ascertain a fact that I've offered proof of over and over again, I'm being told that it's on me to get the other letter.  Who knows how long it'll take to actually get to me, and by then it'll probably be too late anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize it's not a big deal and that big bureaucracies need to have rules, but I think in this case it's overly rigid (there are some other details I won't bother going into -- just take my word for it :)  This administration runs a school, not a country.  The person I'm dealing with acts like she's afraid she'll get ripped apart by her boss if she showed some independent thinking, but she's basically the boss and one who 唔識轉彎 at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I shouldn't be this frustrated, it's just that certain other things about my law school have already boggled my mind. In college if I needed a tax form filled out I just brought it to the registrar's and they would do it right away.  Here, I have to come back the next week to pick it up. In college the IT infrastructure was coherent and efficient.  Here I have four different sets of user names and passwords (btw, the email interface sucks too).  And now, I'm basically acting as the go between for two different branches of this big ass bureaucracy.  Effing overrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-2673348524087637165?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/2673348524087637165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=2673348524087637165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2673348524087637165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2673348524087637165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/03/rant-about-school.html' title='Rant About School'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-2547860295119916529</id><published>2010-03-27T11:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T11:49:35.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web and tech'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Google HK, China!</title><content type='html'>So after long battles with the Chinese government about censorship issues, instead of pulling out of China completely, Google decided to move its google.cn to the HK servers. So when you type in google.cn you actually get redirected to a google.com.hk page that is catered to the China market (i.e. the interface language is simplified Chinese as opposed to HK's traditional Chinese and the search results actually bring up China sites as opposed to HK, etc). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During dinner tonight we had a quick debate on whether it was a good idea for Google to do so and what the CPC's view of this is. Perhaps it actually benefited both parties, as Google hasn't pulled out completely since they're now in a free market state that's still part of China. Meanwhile, the government can save face (God knows how important face is to Chinese people) by showing that they have unwavered and Google was the one forced to make the adjustment. With the servers out of mainland China, the great firewall of China can now censor all results on the China catered google.com.hk. No Google censorship help needed; win-win situation. &lt;b&gt;OR&lt;/b&gt; Google just made a horrible move by pissing the government off even more -almost like a "na-na-na-nana you can't catch me" taunt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During dinner I was agreeing with the former. But on the way home, I started thinking about how the Chinese government has been handling this since the move. The first thing that came to my mind, which speaks loudly of the government's pov, is that they have combed through &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; Chinese bbs forums and deleted every Google-favouring post and thread. And they didn't stop there. With some social seeding work, they planted threads and posts here and there to fuel negativity towards Google. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we all know, the CPC is pretty good at telling people what and how to think. Then again, those who would actually care and notice the Google censorship issue are the more educated and hopefully can think for themselves. But most importantly,  widely affected are expats who cannot live without google and those are the same expats who would have bought a VPN to climb over the great firewall of China. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, at the end of the day maybe it doesn't really matter since Baidu (a Made in China search engine) owns more than 50% of the market share and Google China only brings in 1% of their revenue.&lt;/div&gt;&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/7183438662007931955-2547860295119916529?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/2547860295119916529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=2547860295119916529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2547860295119916529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2547860295119916529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-to-google-hk-china.html' title='Welcome to Google HK, China!'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-2102823618367785711</id><published>2010-03-26T14:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T14:10:38.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Red :)</title><content type='html'>NYT:  &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/27/sports/ncaabasketball/27rhoden.html?hp"&gt;If It's All About The Journey, Cornell Didn't Lose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Every program has a mission. Cornell’s mission is not to slay the  Kentuckys of the world, but to win the Ivy League title, do as well as  it can in the postseason and celebrate the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nation was captivated by a Cornell team that went further than  expected and riveted by a core of Kentucky freshmen attempting to do the  unthinkable.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;More &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/27/sports/ncaabasketball/27cornell.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thequad.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/03/26/among-kentuckys-stars-respect-for-cornell/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-2102823618367785711?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/2102823618367785711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=2102823618367785711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2102823618367785711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2102823618367785711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-red.html' title='Go Red :)'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-652714054787349782</id><published>2010-03-25T15:15:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:49:58.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports school'/><title type='text'>GO BIG RED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stGG4WGMjNE/S6vjOq1xY7I/AAAAAAAACLs/XUdl81ycim0/s1600/cornell+bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stGG4WGMjNE/S6vjOq1xY7I/AAAAAAAACLs/XUdl81ycim0/s320/cornell+bear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452701615019615154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not often that people care about Cornell sports teams in anything other than hockey (which itself isn't that big outside the northeast in the first place), Ivy League schools not exactly known for their athletic prowess.  Cornell the university doesn't get much media exposure either, people go flocking to Harvard for quotes and expert opinions.  So it's been a little strange seeing a different article on the basketball team on the NY Times every day this week.  A former starter for Kentucky now on the Cornell bench (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/23/sports/ncaabasketball/23cornell.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).  The "old, ramshackle" house that a bunch of the guys on the team live in (&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/25/sports/ncaabasketball/25cornell.html?hp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) (and I know exactly how ramshackle houses in Ithaca get).  A reporter signed off "From Ithaca, New York ...", words I honestly don't think I've ever heard spoken in that context before (&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/ncb/tournament/2010/columns/story?columnist=oneil_dana&amp;amp;id=5021318"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;).  It's also on ESPN, Business Week, Washington Post, numerous blogs, countless local newspapers ... and I'm not talking about recycled AP or Reuters articles either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I'm covered head to toe in multiple layers of Cornell gear (yes, I am wearing three pairs of pants).  Hope they win tonight's game, but either way they've come very far and have already won everyone's respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-652714054787349782?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/652714054787349782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=652714054787349782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/652714054787349782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/652714054787349782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/03/go-big-red.html' title='GO BIG RED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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/_stGG4WGMjNE/S6vjOq1xY7I/AAAAAAAACLs/XUdl81ycim0/s72-c/cornell+bear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183438662007931955.post-5910939697239172082</id><published>2010-03-22T18:44:00.020-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:36:04.202-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>March Update</title><content type='html'>I recently got back from Portugal, where I went for spring break.  We spent a couple of days in Lisbon then rented a car and visited some smaller towns (Sintra, Cascais, Setúbal, Tomar, Coimbra), and were in Porto the rest of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35996927@N05/4456297642/" title="Porto, Portugal by ozonetragic, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4456297642_4bbc127014.jpg" alt="Porto, Portugal" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porto (view from Vila Nova de Gaia across the river)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35996927@N05/4455516535/" title="  Palacio da Pena by ozonetragic, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4455516535_e4faf009f1.jpg" alt=" Palacio da Pena" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Palácio da Pena in Sintra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some of the architecture and the Moorish-inspired mosaic walls were very pretty.  Unfortunately the non-historical parts of country seem to be in some state of disrepair.  There was graffiti &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everywhere &lt;/span&gt;in the cities and apparently no effort to clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the food, Portuguese cuisine is known for bacalhau = salted cod.  I was salted cod-ed out by the second day.  I also learned the hard way to not order the açorda = mushy bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35996927@N05/4455517757/" title="Bacalhau à Brás by ozonetragic, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2723/4455517757_d384c7c0cb.jpg" alt="Bacalhau à Brás" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bacalhau à Brás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;On a brighter note, we went on a hike in Peneda-Gerês National Park which was beautiful.  The person at the tourism office recommended that we go on this "moderate" 10km (6mi) trail, the Trilho dos Currais.  It turned out to also have a 3000ft elevation gain on rugged terrain.  Got to the top and rewarded myself with a pack of Haribo gummy bears, canceling out whatever number of calories I might have burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35996927@N05/4456296270/" title="Peneda-Geres National Park by ozonetragic, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4456296270_d90b950750.jpg" alt="Peneda-Geres National Park" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the view from the top&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Portugal, I unexpectedly had to go to Hong Kong for a week. I had to fly back from Hong Kong to Vancouver to New York to Boston then to Madrid to Lisbon all in 40 hours.    The tally of airports that I have flown/will fly to/from/through in 2010, up until September:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HKG-JFK-BOS-JFK-HKG-YVR-JFK-BOS-MAD-LIS-LHR-BOS-JFK-YVR-JFK-BOS-JFK-YVR-JFK-BOS-JFK-YYZ-GLA-OSL-BER-HKG&lt;/blockquote&gt;A lot for me, considering what I do doesn't involve much (or any) traveling.  The lesson from this list clearly is to live in a major city with direct flights going to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the knitting front, I'm currently working on a pair of socks (pattern: &lt;a href="http://trekcelt.blogspot.com/2009/05/rockyview-socks.html"&gt;Rockyview Socks&lt;/a&gt;) for my grandma.  She wanted something green so I got BMFA sock yarn in a colorway called County Clare (which I would love to visit one day). The yarn is self-striping, and this particular skein curiously is giving me radioactive green stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35996927@N05/4450774665/" title="IMG_1037 by ozonetragic, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4450774665_21edb66445.jpg" alt="IMG_1037" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also finally blocked a shawl (pattern: &lt;a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/dane-shawl#"&gt;Dane Shaw&lt;/a&gt;) that I had finished weeks ago.  I knitted this in Malabrigo Sock in the Archangel colorway, the yarn is soft and the colors are gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35996927@N05/4451261586/" title="IMG_0994 by ozonetragic, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4451261586_85913c2764.jpg" alt="IMG_0994" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35996927@N05/4455512339/" title="IMG_0989 by ozonetragic, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2763/4455512339_b6d2c89acf.jpg" alt="IMG_0989" height="375" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quatchi watching the shawl block&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I'm back at school in Boston, with only a month to go before my final set of exams (ever!  not counting the bar exam) so must buckle down.  I'll be going on a hike in Mount Monadnock State Park in New Hampshire next week, maybe after that I'll be able to post some Quatchi-in-the-woods pics :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-5910939697239172082?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/5910939697239172082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=5910939697239172082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/5910939697239172082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/5910939697239172082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-update.html' title='March Update'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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://farm3.static.flickr.com/2713/4456297642_4bbc127014_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183438662007931955.post-1297077322156224633</id><published>2010-03-10T08:49:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:58:49.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Work Life Balance</title><content type='html'>I almost feel like that's non existent. Last night was the second time I missed dinner with the same friend within a span of one week because I just couldn't leave work.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so frustrating that you have no control over your life because of something that doesn't really benefit human kind in any way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate that I've been conditioned to think that at our age, we need to work like a slave to get as much experience as you can  so that in the "future" you can benefit from it and be successful, rich, or what not. But when does that "future" actually start? When do you start not working like a slave just for the sake of learning and actually work because you want to make as much money with as little effort possible and not having to take into account what "great learning experiences" you're getting from it. I'd like to know when that future starts so that I can start kicking myself for getting home at 1am from work instead of trying to think "how great it is that I get staffed on so many projects that sleep isn't even an option"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry this one is a little bit negative. I'll try to write about something upbeat soon. Hopefully this weekend when the weather finally turns warm and the sun is out to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-1297077322156224633?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/1297077322156224633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=1297077322156224633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/1297077322156224633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/1297077322156224633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/03/work-life-balance.html' title='Work Life Balance'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-1416851367146374913</id><published>2010-03-01T12:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T12:57:52.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First there was Moose In A Can ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stGG4WGMjNE/S4wqQXPCcXI/AAAAAAAACLk/qhGFpizsNCs/s1600-h/quatch+in+a+box.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_stGG4WGMjNE/S4wqQXPCcXI/AAAAAAAACLk/qhGFpizsNCs/s320/quatch+in+a+box.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443772510187450738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there's Quatch In A Box! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-1416851367146374913?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/1416851367146374913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=1416851367146374913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/1416851367146374913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/1416851367146374913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-there-was-moose-in-can.html' title='First there was Moose In A Can ...'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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/_stGG4WGMjNE/S4wqQXPCcXI/AAAAAAAACLk/qhGFpizsNCs/s72-c/quatch+in+a+box.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183438662007931955.post-4336938899881626618</id><published>2010-02-22T16:57:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:16:41.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sasquatchis</title><content type='html'>My newest obsession: Quatchi the sasquatch, Vancouver 2010 Olympics mascot.  For one reason or another, I'm going to have a small, medium, and large Quatchi, plus a pair of Quatchi slippers, coming in the mail (yes, excessive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stGG4WGMjNE/S4Mo5vf5vFI/AAAAAAAACK0/LV7GPZ4LDeY/s1600-h/quatchi+image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_stGG4WGMjNE/S4Mo5vf5vFI/AAAAAAAACK0/LV7GPZ4LDeY/s320/quatchi+image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441237747261619282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the official Quatchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stGG4WGMjNE/S4MpOZDQdEI/AAAAAAAACK8/fKa0LaHiI3Y/s1600-h/quatchis.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_stGG4WGMjNE/S4MpOZDQdEI/AAAAAAAACK8/fKa0LaHiI3Y/s320/quatchis.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441238102013146178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother's and mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there seems to be something  a little off about each Quatchi, even tho they're mass produced.  My brother doesn't like how his Quatchi's nose is higher than his eyes, which I admit does look a little weird.  He says mine has a strangely long left leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a search on &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/search/?w=all&amp;amp;q=quatchi&amp;amp;m=text"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt; and apparently there are many ppl who bring him around town and pose him in pictures.  Can't wait til the small one arrives (he's more portable), there just might be a litany of Quatchi travel pics appearing here soon after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-4336938899881626618?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/4336938899881626618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=4336938899881626618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/4336938899881626618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/4336938899881626618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/02/mascots-and-sasquatches.html' title='Sasquatchis'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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/_stGG4WGMjNE/S4Mo5vf5vFI/AAAAAAAACK0/LV7GPZ4LDeY/s72-c/quatchi+image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183438662007931955.post-2426177070212194623</id><published>2010-01-20T23:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T23:01:29.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>iPhone</title><content type='html'>I can post from my iPhone now! Maybe I'll write more. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-2426177070212194623?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/2426177070212194623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=2426177070212194623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2426177070212194623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2426177070212194623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/01/iphone_20.html' title='iPhone'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-8236093651735278140</id><published>2010-01-20T22:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:55:30.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IPhone</title><content type='html'>Can post from my iPhone! Maybe I'll write more now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-8236093651735278140?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/8236093651735278140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=8236093651735278140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/8236093651735278140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/8236093651735278140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2010/01/iphone.html' title='IPhone'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-4284492380483308522</id><published>2009-01-12T18:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:44:38.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Shanghai</title><content type='html'>So much has happened in the last few months, and I guess we got lazy.. well really lazy in updating our blog. In D’s defense, she’s in law school, and in my defense.. well I guess I don’t have an excuse..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on the move again for a new job but hopefully this is the last time in a while (unless I get laid-off..haha). I looked back and realized that I’ve moved five times from city to city in 2008, and now I’m ready to stay put, at least for a little bit.　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved out here to Shanghai a week and a half ago and just started my second week at work. I cannot say I have much of an opinion on this city yet since I’ve pretty much just stayed within the distance of work and home. Not having much of a work-life balance means all I want to do after work is fall asleep. Though yesterday I did get off early (around 7:00pm) and realized I have no idea what I should do with my time. Not sure where this post is going but.. I’ll write something more meaningful next time and hopefully posts some pictures of Shanghai (meaning I’ve actually ventured out of my area!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! It’s Chinese New Year in two weeks and a rush of people with boxes of decorations just came into the office, now they’re on ladders and such making our office red and gold J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-4284492380483308522?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/4284492380483308522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=4284492380483308522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/4284492380483308522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/4284492380483308522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2009/01/shanghai.html' title='Shanghai'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-5717655700726950955</id><published>2008-09-20T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:07:31.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Good Luck!</title><content type='html'>The best of luck to my best friend who's going through law firm interviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-5717655700726950955?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/5717655700726950955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=5717655700726950955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/5717655700726950955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/5717655700726950955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/09/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck!'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-3206000346182753310</id><published>2008-08-26T21:37:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:56:57.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Traffic in Beijing</title><content type='html'>Being a girl who's lived in Los Angeles for 7 years, you'd think I'd be immune to traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing is definitely the Asian reciprocal of LA, I've once again taken rush hour traffic into account as I plan my daily schedule. I'm not looking forward to when they take off the odd-even license plate system (which is going to be September 20, the end of the para-Olympics). Cars have gotten increasingly cheap that people just buy a second car to go around the inconvenience cause by the regulation. With the influx of households with 1+ cars, I can't imagine the amount of traffic on the street after the 20th. At least here I wouldn't be the one driving. Maybe with more cars on the road, my taxi drivers won't be able to drive like maniacs on the streets, then I can finally arrive home at the end of each day without headaches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-3206000346182753310?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/3206000346182753310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=3206000346182753310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/3206000346182753310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/3206000346182753310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/08/traffic-in-beijing.html' title='Traffic in Beijing'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-6729896007766125956</id><published>2008-08-19T09:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T08:25:51.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Jamaicans and their "fast-twitch" muscle</title><content type='html'>Apparently one of the main reasons Jamaicans have been winning a lot of the sprints is because of this fast-twitch muscle they were blessed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the Slate:&lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2197721/"&gt; Jamaican Me Speedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-6729896007766125956?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/6729896007766125956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=6729896007766125956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6729896007766125956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6729896007766125956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/08/jamaicans-and-their-fast-twitch-muscle.html' title='Jamaicans and their &quot;fast-twitch&quot; muscle'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-5295318126245227177</id><published>2008-08-18T08:37:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T09:53:12.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Another Great Piece from the New York Times</title><content type='html'>We've been slow on the blogging cause D and I (she came up to visit me in Beijing) have been busy watching the Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, D noticed an article in the New York Times that made us &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; mad. Yet again, NYT has decided to step on China as hard as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;background:  Liu Xiang, the Chinese star athlete who had a World Record in hurdles, had to pull out of the race today but he has been suffering from major injuries in his right leg. The whole nation is sad that he had to pull out of the race but the general sentiment is that we're proud of him and of all his has achieved and hopefully he will regain his health soon. In other words, a different picture than what NYT decided to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two quotes that angered me the most in the article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "Liu's body had failed, which, in the eyes of many Chinese people, meant they had failed, too."&lt;br /&gt;- that's not true. Yes, his body went through injuries, and the Chinese people are sad that one of the best athletes in the world cannot represent China to compete in this  historic and brilliant event. But we don't think his body that "failed" to let him compete in the race translates to Chinese people being hit in the heart by the feeling of failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "A visitor to China wanted to hug the horrified fans and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all right. Your athletes are leading the Olympics in gold medals by a huge margin. Your young people are the sweetest, most prepared volunteers any Olympics has ever seen. Your government has organized an efficient Olympic Games."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I personally don't appreciate the quote from a visitor who had &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wanted&lt;/span&gt; to say "your young people are the sweetest and most prepared volunteers." I'm sure this person is really nice , but for NYT to put it in a widely circulated article.. it's like saying to the world: I'm sorry you can't compete in this international event, but gosh darn-it, your mama bakes the best cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the article if you want to read the whole thing: &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/08/19/sports/olympics/19vecsey.html?_r=1&amp;amp;hp&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;A Country Feels a Hurdler’s Pain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-5295318126245227177?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/5295318126245227177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=5295318126245227177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/5295318126245227177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/5295318126245227177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/08/weve-been-slow-on-blogging-cause-d-and.html' title='Another Great Piece from the New York Times'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-2447124258189643271</id><published>2008-08-09T18:22:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T18:28:53.533-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>And They Call That Good Journalism?</title><content type='html'>I really don't know what the New York Times is trying to pull with their article "Chinese Man Kills Relative of U.S. Olympic Coach," when even Fox News knew better than  to try to antagonize an entire people ("In-Laws of U.S. Men's Volleyball Coach Stabbed in Beijing, 1 Dead").  Apparently NYT has tried this before with something like "Gay Man Abducts Baby" then took out the word "gay" after people started complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-2447124258189643271?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/2447124258189643271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=2447124258189643271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2447124258189643271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2447124258189643271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-they-call-that-good-journalism.html' title='And They Call That Good Journalism?'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-7468514906086191676</id><published>2008-08-03T08:56:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:21:07.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijing's Rain Dance</title><content type='html'>I just found out that China has the world largest Artificial Weather Program. To prepare the city for the Olympics, China made it rain to clear out some smog and to cool the city down. The government shot pellets filled with silver-iodide particle in the air. Moisture tends to gather around silver-iodide, thus creating heavy clouds and rainfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cooler weather made it possible for my 2 hour hike up to the peak of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XiangShan &lt;/span&gt;(aka Western/Fragrant Hills). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XiangShan&lt;/span&gt; is a mountain North-West of the city center. It's been the inspiration for many renowned Chinese poets dating back to at least the 1200's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijing from the peak of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;XiangShan&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SJXYnkLf6vI/AAAAAAAACAw/RZKLG9_y3hY/s1600-h/DSC03235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SJXYnkLf6vI/AAAAAAAACAw/RZKLG9_y3hY/s320/DSC03235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230324716499102450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This city is huge.. I couldn't capture the whole thing with my little camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SJXYn0NMFmI/AAAAAAAACA4/mk5PZVGSCGw/s1600-h/DSC03240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SJXYn0NMFmI/AAAAAAAACA4/mk5PZVGSCGw/s320/DSC03240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230324720801158754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese Olympic Dolls (wasn't too fond of them at first, they've kind of grown on me now):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SJXYoJ6ORnI/AAAAAAAACBA/G5GAlyZK7DY/s1600-h/DSC03246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SJXYoJ6ORnI/AAAAAAAACBA/G5GAlyZK7DY/s320/DSC03246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230324726627190386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-7468514906086191676?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/7468514906086191676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=7468514906086191676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/7468514906086191676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/7468514906086191676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/08/beijings-rain-dance.html' title='Beijing&apos;s Rain Dance'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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://bp0.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SJXYnkLf6vI/AAAAAAAACAw/RZKLG9_y3hY/s72-c/DSC03235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183438662007931955.post-1781879052077054253</id><published>2008-08-02T13:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T14:21:40.212-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Overnight at JFK</title><content type='html'>I have never had a delay-free experience flying out of JFK, but it has never been QUITE this bad (you can probably already tell that this is going to be a rant).  I was supposed to leave on a 2:55pm flight.  At 2:30pm they told us that the plane was diverted to Newark due the weather (which boggled my mind because it was nothing but nice and sunny outside the window).  They said it was going to be a three to four hour delay.  I was pretty miffed already at this point because I think more than the average person I really HATE wasting time this way.  At 4pm they told us that the plane wouldn't be getting here until earliest 4am, but more like 5am - that's 15 hours after the original departure time!!! &gt;=O  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I managed to get into the lounge, so at least I have a couch to sleep on until 4am.  Also there's free wireless which is how I'm writing this rant post right now.  It's a little funny because there are a number of people from my flight in the lounge who it seems, like me, have opted to sit around for 12 hours, and the lounge is feeling a bit like a refugee camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one thing I guess I'm glad about.  I overheard a couple of conversations where people on the same flight as me were saying something along the lines of "If our flight is delayed so long, I won't be able to get in to work on Monday!"  I suppose when you have a lot of work on your plate you would want to get it done instead of having all that productivity and time snatched away from you by stupid airport delays.  I'm just glad my worry is "If the flight is delayed so long, that'd be one whole day gone from my one-month holiday!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Tom Hanks in The Terminal! But I really shouldn't complain because people  face much worse delays during the holiday season.  BUT THIS IS NOT HOLIDAY SEASON!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-1781879052077054253?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/1781879052077054253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=1781879052077054253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/1781879052077054253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/1781879052077054253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/08/overnight-at-jfk.html' title='Overnight at JFK'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-6879754170511895512</id><published>2008-07-29T10:30:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:00:06.639-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Wise Advice?</title><content type='html'>It's been a week in Beijing and so far it's been great! My neighbours have pretty much adopted me, they invite me to their family sundays and have me over for dinner every weeknight (she just calls when dinner is ready). It's a family of three, the dad is a workaholic, the mom (I call her Ah Yi which means Auntie) is a retired, most kind-hearted lady, and the daughter is a fun college kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah Yi and her daughter came up to my apartment this afternoon to bring me some groceries (yes, she even gets me picks me up stuff from the market). From day one, Ah Yi took it upon herself to steer my future for me with endless suggestions. Anyhow, for some reason the topic marriage came up. She took on the role of a wise woman who has gone the whole nine yards and said to me "I don't think you should get married, you should just find a good job, explore the world, and stay single." "Have fun, date around but don't settle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully, she is not the first person that has advised being single is the way to go. Two years ago I spoke to a friend that was turning 33, she said late 20s and early 30s have been the best years thus far and that being single made it what it is/was. About 3 others have advised me along similar lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of scary that people give me such advice. I'm a hopeless romantic and I love the thought of family (though I'm definitely not ready for one right now!). Every now and then I'll imagine myself in a meadow for a spring picnic with my family --my husband and I (probably with a glass of wine in hand) laying on a red-white checkered blanket with a picnic basket as we watch our kids run around and fill the fresh air with innocent laughter. That always makes me happy. Although periodically (usually when I'm frustrated with a boyfriend or when I hear about failed marriages), I do think about staying single forever and that when I am financially capable of raising kids, I wouldn't mind being a single mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when I get to that point in my life, I hope I can see that the grass is much greener on my side, no matter where I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-6879754170511895512?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/6879754170511895512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=6879754170511895512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6879754170511895512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6879754170511895512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-been-week-in-beijing-and-so-far-its.html' title='Wise Advice?'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-858220716178502074</id><published>2008-07-27T22:45:00.022-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T20:30:39.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>Mittens, Mei Meis and Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>In my quest to identify plausible and interesting sounding hobbies to put on my resume (interview season is coming up soon), I've re-stumbled upon knitting.  In freshman year in college, my friends would sit in the lounge knitting while watching tv and all I could do was &lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Hook-a-Rug"&gt;latch hook&lt;/a&gt; . . . in my defense I managed to make a pretty cute Mei Mei rug which looked exactly like &lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/76/180504571_db19e82343.jpg?v=0"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; I found on some dude's flickr.  In sophomore year  I figured I should learn for real, and got my friend to teach me.  Sporadically over the following year I made scarves for each of my family members, which to the best of my knowledge they never used. The whole thing got kind of pointless, so I stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day this summer in Barnes and Noble I came across a table full of arts and crafts books. Some were on really cool crafts such as book making or stuffed animal making, but I wouldn't even know where to get the materials for those, so I decided to just pick up knitting again.  This time I was going to make something for myself, and settled on hobo gloves (all the better for taking notes in class in the winter!)  I taught myself how to knit in the round, found &lt;a href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer06/PATTknucks.html"&gt;this pattern&lt;/a&gt; online, and made my first trial mitten.  Needless to say there are dropped stitches all over the place and the proportions are kind of funny.  I won't be embroidering it but here's the idea:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; border: 5px none;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer06/PATTknucks.html"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://knitty.com/ISSUEsummer06/IMAGES/knucksLK.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I won't be dying my own yarn any time soon, but being able to knit more than just unembellished scarves would give me more to talk about in the interviews should it come up =P  I've also been learning how to knit different patterns.  It's amazing how much you can do with just a couple of different stitches.  Also, I've been searching for knitting blogs, and I've noticed that most of these bloggers not only knit but also bake cupcakes and have at least one cat.  I have tried to cultivate both of those hobbies (I make a decent apple pie) plus I like Mei Mei so maybe one day I can be a bona fide blogger too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-858220716178502074?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/858220716178502074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=858220716178502074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/858220716178502074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/858220716178502074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/mittens-mei-mei-and-cupcakes.html' title='Mittens, Mei Meis and Cupcakes'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-4224862362530955377</id><published>2008-07-26T13:17:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:36:32.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Brooklyn</title><content type='html'>I'm living in Brooklyn for a week until I leave town.  I moved my stuff here pretty early this morning and was really beat so I plopped down on the bed right away to nap.  It has got to be the most pleasant couple of hours I've spent in NY.  I could actually see the sky and there was sunlight coming into the room.  I could hear birds chirping instead of the traffic.  There's even a tree outside my window with what appear to be fuzzy green balls growing on it =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-4224862362530955377?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/4224862362530955377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=4224862362530955377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/4224862362530955377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/4224862362530955377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/brooklyn.html' title='Brooklyn'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-9168271823908472804</id><published>2008-07-26T01:42:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T00:41:17.964-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><title type='text'>Elizabeth and James</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whatever happened to predictability&lt;br /&gt;The milkman, the paperboy, evening T.V....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, I admit that Full House was one of my favourite shows. I would always rush home to watch it after school. Actually if I catch it on TV now I'd still stop at the channel and watch a few minutes, okay fine, maybe more than a few minutes (though, if Saved by the Bell (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; The College Years) were on at the same time, Zach and Kelly definitely takes precedence).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew that the two little Michelles would proceed to build a billion-dollar consumer goods empire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen added a new line called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabeth and James&lt;/span&gt; to their couture fashion label, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Row&lt;/span&gt; (which started in 2006). &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabeth and James &lt;/span&gt;is set to target women in their early 20's and the style is the eclectic of extremes -dressy with casual, masculine with feminine, etc. I personally love it cause I am not the type to match everything (my mother and I definitely have our differences when it comes to what goes with what). Crossing themes makes me more comfortable when I step onto the streets. I'd hate to look too girly or too casual (though this one can be easily solved with accessories!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love their &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/elizabethandjames.us"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, especially their Spring product shots. Models are shot outside, instead of in a studio. Besides trying to showcase the dress, blazer, whatever, they're also incorporating energy, action, and a storyline. It's as if each picture is an ad for the line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIryLyBboCI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/lfJYjCmuE5s/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIryLyBboCI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/lfJYjCmuE5s/s320/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227256601737142306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIryMDD8gNI/AAAAAAAAB9g/C6YnN_1o9Ws/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIryMDD8gNI/AAAAAAAAB9g/C6YnN_1o9Ws/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227256606311088338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIryMXy_n9I/AAAAAAAAB9o/m131cgz88GE/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIryMXy_n9I/AAAAAAAAB9o/m131cgz88GE/s320/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227256611877134290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The price points aren't bad either: $80-$650. Neiman Marcus, Bergdorf Goodman, and Intermix will be retailing the line. They're trying to grow the line slowly in fear of oversaturating the market, therefore only those three retailers are used to launch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Elizabeth and James&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that I'm looking forward to more of their line, because I really didn't appreciate the bohemian-bourgeois looks Mary-Kate and Ashley had on for a long while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. shouldn't we be hugging it out like the end of every Full House episode, now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-9168271823908472804?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/9168271823908472804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=9168271823908472804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/9168271823908472804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/9168271823908472804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/elizabeth-and-james.html' title='Elizabeth and James'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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://bp2.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIryLyBboCI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/lfJYjCmuE5s/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183438662007931955.post-5701090196725868709</id><published>2008-07-24T20:40:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:14:58.985-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sports'/><title type='text'>The All-American Ball Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/1/18/Brooklyn_cyclones.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/1/18/Brooklyn_cyclones.PNG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place where I'm working was giving out free tickets to a minor league baseball game (the Mets' farm team) at Coney Island, and I decided to go because I've always wanted to check out a baseball game.  Granted the minor league would be a little different from the MLB, but I was looking forward to having an all-American experience where you eat franks, drink beer, and chat with your friends while watching the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first got there it was pretty fun, and the atmosphere was great.  The people there were having a good time, it seemed like a nice neighborhoodly kind of place and event where families went to be American.  We got these "bam bams" which are basically two long balloons that you blow up which when you hit together lengthwise would make this loud annoying noise.  There was an announcer on the loudspeaker, music, and strange bagpipe performances between innings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left after being there for four innings.  Partly it was in order to go get some other food at the boardwalk, but I was glad to be getting out of there because the commentator would not shut up but never actually commented on the game, the music was too loud, the kids behind me were too annoying, and too many people were walking around blocking my view of the game.  Apparently they're even crazier at major league games.  I don't know if this is a cultural difference, but when I used to go to NHL games in Vancouver, sure the people were crazy about the team but they were always really into the game and following what's going on.  At the baseball game I felt as if the main point is to sit around and talk and eat, and it just so happens that there are a couple of guys tossing a ball around in the background.  Plus, I can get all the sensory overload I want in Manhattan, I didn't need to take the subway for an hour to Coney Island for more of the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I say this but I'll still try to go to an MLB game one day to see what it's like - maybe in Boston since everyone there is crazy about the Sox.)&lt;br /&gt;(Also, I've got to say that their fireworks show - it was Irish culture celebration day at the park - at the end of the game was nice.  Much nicer than what I managed to get glimpses of for five minutes half obscured by a building of the July 4th fireworks.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-5701090196725868709?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/5701090196725868709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=5701090196725868709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/5701090196725868709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/5701090196725868709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-american-ball-game.html' title='The All-American Ball Game'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-8374056301500560789</id><published>2008-07-23T03:37:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:52:26.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One World One Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIcKXeFhX9I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/KZ4IdabzlDg/s1600-h/DSC03026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIcKXeFhX9I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/KZ4IdabzlDg/s320/DSC03026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226157290916241362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the tagline for the 2008 Beijing Olympics is "One World One Dream."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty true isn't it? All the athletes do have the same dream: to crush everyone else's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-8374056301500560789?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/8374056301500560789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=8374056301500560789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/8374056301500560789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/8374056301500560789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-world-one-dream.html' title='One World One Dream'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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://bp3.blogger.com/_-lXtwqo9t4Q/SIcKXeFhX9I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/KZ4IdabzlDg/s72-c/DSC03026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7183438662007931955.post-3823588262570023260</id><published>2008-07-21T22:17:00.018-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:35:17.658-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>... Cont'd</title><content type='html'>Continuing with the theme of the previous post:  Whenever I listen to music I would be reminded of what my life was like when I first listened to those particular songs.  So the Shins and Belle and Sebastian always bring back good memories of junior year, Bloc Party and Arctic Monkeys senior year.  It gives me a bit of a warm and fuzzy feeling but it doesn't make me like the music much more than I would otherwise.  Unfortunately, the converse isn't true.  Some decent songs have been completely ruined for me because when I started listening to them was when I was studying for my 1L exams in January.  Even my all time favorite song (as of now), &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Am Warm and Powerful&lt;/span&gt; by Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin is somewhat tarnished because I discovered it during my 1L fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off on a tangent:  Everyone says 1L would be the most miserable year of your life, so I was prepared for the work load, the work was not fun but I could manage.  What I wasn't prepared for was the people, and I'm not even talking about the competition between students.  Suffice it to say that I learned a lot about the different kinds of people in the world, and am no longer so naive as to think that if you're nice to someone then they'll be nice to you (or rather because you're decent to someone that they won't be malicious towards you for their own unfathomable reasons).  It was a necessary lesson to learn, but one that I regret having to learn.  I would not have minded being naive and trusting of people because those that I've come across hadn't given me any reason to do otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the original topic: It's not really that these are bad songs but that I don't like what it makes me think of.  It's classical conditioning.  I don't yet have the cognitive autonomy to break free from the hard wiring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of songs from the past year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040787162511148767 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040787162511148767 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040787162511148767 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040787162511148767 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040787162511148767 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040787162511148767 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040787162511148767 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040787162511148767 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040787162511148767 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06695184816901779 visible ontop" href="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlist=fee4ea1173" height="275" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Congratulations to all my friends who made law review!  Your job search just got 10x easier since now you have 10x the prestige as us common folk =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-3823588262570023260?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/3823588262570023260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=3823588262570023260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/3823588262570023260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/3823588262570023260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/continuing-with-theme-of-previous-post.html' title='... Cont&apos;d'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-6683115424456638073</id><published>2008-07-19T08:47:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T10:03:15.672-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>The Power of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know we always have our current favourites, most likely something that is Top 40, super catchy, and produced by a mixture of creativity and sounds/beats strategically placed to cater to the audience's tastes. I am the first to admit that I love the likes of Rihanna and Chris Brown, and I definitely have a list of songs that makes me just want to dance, dance, and dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the other favourites? The real ones, if you will. I have a very small select of songs that can emotionally move me to a great degree, and that's what I love about music. These songs can put a big smile on my face, bring tears to my eyes, or just render my body numb while my heart is filled with passion and emotions. (My iTunes is right now repeating a song someone dear to me sent over a while ago, and it never fails to make me happy and sad at the same time). Sometimes, probably the case for most, it's the memories a song evokes or a set of lyrics that you can relate to your state-of-mind or circumstances. So amazing is that it can also be something seemily trivial like a short melody, accompanied by a broken minor triad, with a forceful crescendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started this post, I wanted to include one of these songs to share at the end. But being here now, I can't. I am sure almost everyone has something that always fills their heart with love, joy, and sadness. And it's something so powerful they only want to share it with those close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or, maybe no one relates, you're all shaking your heads, and I've lost you all in my post. And that it's just me and my music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, here's one of my current favs-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With You, &lt;/em&gt;Chris Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=ee12dcfe3a"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-6683115424456638073?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/6683115424456638073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=6683115424456638073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6683115424456638073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6683115424456638073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/power-of-music.html' title='The Power of Music'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-6259776668898305906</id><published>2008-07-19T07:20:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T07:48:30.815-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web and tech'/><title type='text'>A Model Who Kills with Hair</title><content type='html'>Sega has a new videogame on the drawing board. Though the storyline is kept secret until next year, I already know it's going to be one of my favourite games since GoldenEye on the N64. The heroine on the game will be struting the turf like she's on catwalk and transforming her hair into a boot, when necessary, to kick butt. Just think, it'd be even cooler if when she kicks high, Christian Louboutin's famous red sole will flash before us. And maybe Pantene or someone will do some product placement and attribute her strong hair to a new Hair Strenghtening Conditioner. Hmm.. maybe they'll let us download a new wardrobe each season to keep up with style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't love a stylish, butt-kicking girl with great hair?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-6259776668898305906?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/6259776668898305906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=6259776668898305906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6259776668898305906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6259776668898305906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/model-who-kills-with-hair.html' title='A Model Who Kills with Hair'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-7700137792592654967</id><published>2008-07-18T14:07:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T09:49:31.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>xkcd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.xkcd.com/162/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 550px;" src="http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/angular_momentum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came across this guy's comic blog, &lt;a href="http://www.xkcd.com/"&gt;xkcd&lt;/a&gt;. He has a great sense of humor and I've been browsing through his comics at work because obviously no one gets anything done on Friday afternoons (g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;ood thing the only people around to hear me lol are slackers too).  It's a weird mix of science and poetry and humor but somehow it works. For half the them you need to understand something about engineering or programming to get the humor, but for laymen like me the rest are still great.  Check it out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xkcd.com/71/"&gt;"We made it so far together but then I lost you in the trees."&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-7700137792592654967?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/7700137792592654967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=7700137792592654967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/7700137792592654967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/7700137792592654967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-just-found-this-guys-comic-blog-xkcd.html' title='xkcd'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-2499658376677574057</id><published>2008-07-17T20:26:00.012-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:18:56.086-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web and tech'/><title type='text'>The Mac Cult is Worldwide</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about Reverend Run's writing posts on his Blackberry in his bathtub and that maybe I should do the same, in my bathtub and on my iPhone, my 2G iPhone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I attended an iPhone party in Hong Kong. It was basically a networking event, organized by &lt;strong&gt;MACitizen&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;HKU Mac User Group&lt;/strong&gt;, for people with ideas for iPhone apps, people who can develop the apps, people who can provide a platform for the apps and everyone in between. And then there were the outliers like myself, who is a passerby of the city and wanted to see what the scene is like in Asia in regards to the web and tech. Communities here seem to be pretty strong. Hopefully I'll get to check some more stuff out in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the party I also met this guy who started a weekly networking event called &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webwednesday.hk/"&gt;Web Wednesday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for those in digital and internet media in Hong Kong. He's on an expansion with this event throughout Asia, and has been contacted by a guy in Beijing who wants to bring it there. Since I'm heading up there on Tuesday and going to be there for a while with my next adventure, I'll probably contact him and maybe he can help me navigate the industry in China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly though... I didn't win the iPhone they were giving out at the party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-2499658376677574057?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/2499658376677574057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=2499658376677574057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2499658376677574057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/2499658376677574057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/mac-cult-is-worldwide.html' title='The Mac Cult is Worldwide'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</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-7183438662007931955.post-4882662574663427722</id><published>2008-07-17T16:26:00.011-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:54:32.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Listening for Your Voice Around Each Corner</title><content type='html'>Yay my first substantive post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when people still used AIM, and would put up different stuff in their profile or away messages?&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I came across a song that had lyrics that I particularly liked, I used to put it in my profile - that was my tiny tiny soapbox.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now that I use Google chat, I don't even have that anymore.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But hey!&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I guess I'll be sticking the lyrics here now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some songs (not many, I can probably count them on one hand) that when I listen to make me feel like I'm miles away, and I become a little oblivious to the fact that I'm actually sitting at my desk at work.  Copeland's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She Changes Your Mind&lt;/span&gt; is one of these songs ... and what's more, it doesn't have distractingly dumb lyrics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was your hello that kept me hanging on every word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And your goodbye that keeps me listening for your voice around each corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It keeps me listening for your voice around each corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.net/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="domain=http://www.seeqpod.com&amp;amp;playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=f1241e44c7" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-4882662574663427722?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/4882662574663427722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=4882662574663427722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/4882662574663427722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/4882662574663427722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/listening-for-you-voice-around-each.html' title='Listening for Your Voice Around Each Corner'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-6780059191398730255</id><published>2008-07-16T19:25:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:04:32.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I'm A Noob Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm really glad S and I started this blog, it feels like we're creating something together that hopefully will still be around after some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have much less blogging experience than S, and am not a particularly good or conscientious writer either.  I'm actually making a conscious effort right now not to write in sentence fragments or have comma splices or use smiley faces or "haha" as punctuation.  I guess it feels like, as S said, we're publishing something that everyone can read, so I'm trying to hold myself to a higher standard.  Of course, whether this post will be read by more than one person is an entirely different story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of blogging is a little foreign to me.  On blogs people seem to write about everything and nothing; when I talk about those nothings in real life it seems so trivial, so why would I even put it down in writing?  Anyway, with any luck this will lead me to think more deeply and talk more coherently about things and have something worth writing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-6780059191398730255?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/6780059191398730255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=6780059191398730255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6780059191398730255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/6780059191398730255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-noob-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m A Noob Blogger'/><author><name>D.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10353943988044073988</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-7183438662007931955.post-433651281592853433</id><published>2008-07-16T10:16:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T08:22:00.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Stories from the East and the West</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My best friend, D, and I are constantly located on opposite ends of either the country or world. Though physically miles apart, words --typed and spoken-- always bring us back together at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of exciting to share some of those words with the rest with the world. That's what so great about blogging, someone can become an author and write about everything and anything, without pressures from publishers or anyone about content, etc, for the world to read. Well, if someone chooses to read. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7183438662007931955-433651281592853433?l=storiasemplice.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/feeds/433651281592853433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7183438662007931955&amp;postID=433651281592853433&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/433651281592853433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7183438662007931955/posts/default/433651281592853433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storiasemplice.blogspot.com/2008/07/stories-from-east-and-west_16.html' title='Stories from the East and the West'/><author><name>S.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15389011810257882219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
