<?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-4547739811049474289</id><updated>2011-09-02T07:24:35.594-07:00</updated><category term='traveling'/><category term='Italy'/><category term='diversity'/><category term='text'/><category term='`'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='God'/><category term='10 Commandments'/><category term='McSweeny'/><category term='brown v board of education'/><category term='fall'/><category term='1954 history'/><category term='studying abroad'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>of Greetings and Goodbyes</title><subtitle type='html'>by Becca Martino</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-2669871790735415359</id><published>2011-03-21T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T18:14:05.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring cleaning never smelled so good!</title><content type='html'>Not once in my could I describe myself as "excited" to spring clean! In fact, I think I probably  had the reverse effect of cleaning during my spring breaks as a student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I received in the mail a glorious smelling package from &lt;a href="http://www.bzzagent.com/"&gt;BZZAgent.Com&lt;/a&gt; . Never heard of them? They are a great company i've had the pleasure of being an agent for since 2004.  When you sign up for a campaign you're in for a real treat. I've received boxes of goodies, juice, apple crisp, beauty products, gum, you name it. Once you receive a box it's all about opening it up, trying and sharing the product, asking for feedback and reporting back to the website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was elated when I received my box of &lt;img src="http://img.bzzagent.com/image/scjohnson.jpg?Type=activity&amp;amp;Activity=2706048701&amp;amp;Campaign=3953203761&amp;amp;Uid=32299&amp;amp;token=6c08541e460673b82c68556cd01c5bb5" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Included in the box From Scrubbing Bubbles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;can of mega shower foamer with Extend-A-Clean&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Cleaning Gel &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;From Glade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring Collection Candle, LE- Sparkle of Spring (lime/ Ginger/Vanilla) and OMG it smells good&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Plugins scented oil wamer Crisp Waters (it fits in my AIRWICK warmer!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pledge lemon Clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And we're not talking "Sample" Sized products people! These are full sized bottles.  Also included was a packet of coupons worth 58 dollars in savings. Since I can't wait to let my products do the elbow work,  I'll post another update in a week (if not sooner!) for reviews on the products!  And a photograph later on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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This is a busy time of year for me, especially because I've started a new job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Second -  you will probably see a lot of my pets in my photography. Layla, our dog is particularly difficult to get a good shot of - she seems to be a bit camera shy! Lots of colors have capitivated me today, the sky,  the colors of my neice's knit cap, my mom's bright pink (faux) Christmas tree, my mom's cat Skippy's nose.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TPyA3HevnFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/upCcyHSLCOs/s1600/IMG_6933.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TPyA3HevnFI/AAAAAAAAAJs/upCcyHSLCOs/s200/IMG_6933.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547450525402766418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's photograph is of Suki, my flame point (color point shorthair) siamese, was sitting on the un-made bed, and i couldn't help notice how the afternoon light was making her glow. Our sheets are a light blue and almost an exact match for Suki's eye color and reflected beautifully. (You will also notice she is naturally cross eyed, giving a cover girl moment a bit of a twist). &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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I was driving back and forth from Salem to Vancouver for a few days of job training before Thanksgiving. Then there is T-Day, which is celebrated at least twice, if not more with different family members. There are many things I am thankful for, and one is the ability to capture moments special to my friends and family. So I made the decision not to post because I was busy traveling, and cooking and cleaning and dealing with an overly fussy problematic cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TPLg2W3kCgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jx2NBCeZm7M/s1600/IMG_6905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TPLg2W3kCgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jx2NBCeZm7M/s200/IMG_6905.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544741315702688258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best smile award goes to my niece Olivia with her rubber chicken, reunited after being separated for a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-8721824-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-6476795580457888165?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/6476795580457888165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=6476795580457888165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/6476795580457888165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/6476795580457888165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2010/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving thanks!'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TPLg2W3kCgI/AAAAAAAAAJk/jx2NBCeZm7M/s72-c/IMG_6905.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-5389056948275011773</id><published>2010-11-16T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T14:31:33.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fungus Among Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TOMF__h9DPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8yDwuVrA8ws/s1600/DSCN3670glow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TOMF__h9DPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8yDwuVrA8ws/s200/DSCN3670glow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540278563539586290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is fungus among us, whether we like it or not. Mushrooms make good eats for some, poisonous eats for others, but if you're like me you think they make interesting subjects for photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These mushrooms are growing in my yard, and neighborhood park. Unfortunately I dont know enough about mushrooms to ID them (it's best to prevent dogs/cats from consuming unknown mushrooms and always wash your hands if you handle them). I discovered two separate species, so I have two photographs for today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TOMF0qBgLpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mQRj9bGRWHk/s1600/DSCN3669sepia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TOMF0qBgLpI/AAAAAAAAAJU/mQRj9bGRWHk/s200/DSCN3669sepia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540278368787771026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Images copyright Becca Blessing 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-8721824-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-5389056948275011773?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5389056948275011773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=5389056948275011773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5389056948275011773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5389056948275011773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2010/11/fungus-among-us.html' title='The Fungus Among Us'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TOMF__h9DPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8yDwuVrA8ws/s72-c/DSCN3670glow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-462682327934542974</id><published>2010-11-15T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:35:59.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new challenge</title><content type='html'>A challenge was proposed to me, by my ever inspiring and encouraging husband to do something I have never done before. Take at least one picture every day. This might be something you have seen other photographers do, and I have been toying with the idea for awhile. So here is my favorite photo I took today, from my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TOHDjUZEJGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fzZZY2q2HtE/s1600/IMG_6777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/TOHDjUZEJGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/fzZZY2q2HtE/s320/IMG_6777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539924028179096674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an acorn squash I started growing this spring by seed (from a squash I purchased at a local market), and it has developed into a very large plant with lots of new fruit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? 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They have SOOOO many creative contributors, and I have tried out, and am planning on experimenting with several projects on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              &lt;h1&gt;Win A Year's Supply Of Soap&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p&gt;   &lt;img alt="Craftbits_logo" class="inline-photo" src="http://www.craftbits.com/competition_images/0000/1455/craftbits_logo.jpg?1277984760" align="left" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    Thanks to the new &lt;a href="http://www.craftbits.com/soap-making-recipes#Household%20Cleaners"&gt;household cleaner&lt;/a&gt; section on our website, we are giving away a year's supply of soap to TWO lucky winners.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To win, you need to link to this new section from your blog or website with the code supplied below: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Start Copy Here --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the new &lt;a href="http://www.craftbits.com/soap-making-recipes#Household Cleaners"&gt;Household Cleaner&lt;/a&gt; section on &lt;a href="http://www.craftbits.com"&gt;Craftbits.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Copy Here --&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;try {var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-8721824-1");pageTracker._trackPageview();} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-727548865926844046?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/727548865926844046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=727548865926844046' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/727548865926844046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/727548865926844046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2010/07/craftbits.html' title='Craftbits'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-2393971900380324188</id><published>2009-12-01T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:12:18.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the most wonderful time of the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Greetings Bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back, and with some DIY Projects to boot. My husband Kyle and I just bought and moved into a duplex in August. Much like our marriage, there have been bumps in the remodeling road, but we have learned to take everything in stride. We are learning as we go along, and there have been a lot of tears and a lot of laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently adopted two kittens, Suki and Saya, and my sister's dog, Layla. The kittens have been acting as my sidekicks while Layla supervises from the sidelines and occasionally comes in for a closer look or to reward my hard work with licks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the real reason for the blog: the holiday season is one of my favorites, great deals on craft materials and lots of projects to consider making as gifts. Often too many that I get myself and my wallet into a bit of a tizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my recent projects have been decopaging a dresser, refinishing a coffee table, dining table and some frames. Projects to come include a magnet board for your recipes/wall, magnets, a peanut heart for the squirrels, and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will mark the completition of my DIY Decopage Dresser, and I hope to get you some pictures and instructions up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, take a look at these great, inspirational DIY websites. My favorite is &lt;a href="http://beachbrights.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beach Brights&lt;/a&gt;, a DIY Master Christy Bright runs the site and has fantastic ideas. If you follow her you have a chance to win a prize! I recently won &lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/What-Shall-We-Do-Today/Catherine-Woram/e/9781845978877"&gt;What Shall We Do Today&lt;/a&gt;, a DIY book of 60 crafts to do with kids. My second DIY website pick is &lt;a href="http://www.diyideas.com/"&gt;DIY Ideas&lt;/a&gt;, presented by Better Homes and Gardens (and publishes a magazine under a similar title). It doesn't appear that they update their site more than monthly, but you can find great projects by digging a little.  You can also follow them on FaceBook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well bloggers, that's it for tonight, I'm hitting the proverbial hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-8721824-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-2393971900380324188?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2393971900380324188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=2393971900380324188' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2393971900380324188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2393971900380324188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='It&apos;s the most wonderful time of the year'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-7082105076494216777</id><published>2009-07-23T20:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:02:57.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Love</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm very excited to say in 9 days, or a little less, that i'll be married! Seemed like 14 months ago this day would never come, and it seemed like a month ago I'd never be ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most everything is set into place, only minor details like getting alterations complete, packed and everyone organized is left to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our lovely honeymoon in Disneyland, we'll be traveling to Bellingham to participate in Kyle's best man's wedding, and spending a day in Seattle before we return "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll move into our new duplex off Shenandoah Ave about two weeks after the wedding, so anyone and everyone who wants to come help me clean and paint is welcome! In the mean time i'll be living out of a suitcase at Kyle's residence off Browning until its time for the real move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick refresher for those who need it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony and reception dinner will take place at Ron's Pond in Monmouth Oregon at 16300 Shady Ln. Rd, Monmouth 97361.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony will start about 630 pm to last about 20 minutes, followed by a reception line and dinner /dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are registered at target and in desperate need for just about everything and anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-7082105076494216777?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/7082105076494216777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=7082105076494216777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7082105076494216777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7082105076494216777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-and-love.html' title='Life and Love'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-2582923697417740477</id><published>2009-06-12T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T00:26:31.102-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SjIC9tD7gYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Cd2PZmwRm3o/s1600-h/P6120042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SjIC9tD7gYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Cd2PZmwRm3o/s320/P6120042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346338966733554050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;At 4:30 I heard the news from a &lt;a href="http://kflyfm.com/pages/donk_live"&gt;Donkey Show&lt;/a&gt; news alert, fatal car accident along I5 southbound, just north of the exit we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I were late heading out late, and decided to take the back roads to graduation, but according to the &lt;a href="http://www.democratherald.com/articles/2009/06/11/news/local/4loc01_fatal.txt"&gt;Albany Democrat Herald&lt;/a&gt;, the accident actually took place around 1:30 so there may have been no actual need for rerouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, we got to the fairgrounds on time, and graduation went as planned. Fortunately Rita Cavin, LBCC president is a fair woman, and didn't clog graduation full of boring speeches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, this event was a proud moment, long awaited, and remembered for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My highschool graduation, is also one to be remembered forever, but not for the same reasons. It was 105 degrees that day in June, and we had to spend four hours practicing outside without breaks and refreshments. Those who needed to seek refuge from the heat were threatened with not being allowed to participate that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I got home around 12:30 that afternoon, the tentative plan to go to North Fork had been cancelled because I started throwing up. Heat stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of the students had been showing signs of heat stroke (nausea, dizzyness) by the time graduation practice had wrapped up, but I seemed to be affected very negatively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14 hours later I was still sick, but ready to pass out on our bathroom floor from utter exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, tonight was not like that night in 2003. I arrived on time, feeling good as I met up with fellow Commuter's and waited. Then waited some more until it was time to go outside to wait even longer.  Then a time came where we filled the fairgrounds, listened to a few minor speeches, then went and smiled pretty for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I write to you as a 2009 graduate from LBCC with my Associate of Arts Oregon Transfer, Photography emphasis, and don't it feel good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal is to keep up the blog for the summer, and to keep you updated as I check things off my long list, and to keep you refreshed in between with wacky news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-8721824-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-2582923697417740477?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2582923697417740477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=2582923697417740477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2582923697417740477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2582923697417740477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/06/graduation-2009.html' title='Graduation 2009'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SjIC9tD7gYI/AAAAAAAAAIc/Cd2PZmwRm3o/s72-c/P6120042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-5608115843899625932</id><published>2009-06-07T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T15:08:06.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='10 Commandments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McSweeny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>If God had a cell phone . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Siw30iHqSAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5WXlsFCHTtI/s1600-h/sistineGod.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344708233433597954" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 143px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Siw30iHqSAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5WXlsFCHTtI/s200/sistineGod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If God had a cell phone, some might wonder what he would do with it. Would he text? Would he use the tip calculator? More importantly would God tweet?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/2009/6/3quatro.html?a"&gt;McSweeny's Internet Tendency&lt;/a&gt;, they have figured out exactly what God would do- he would text the 10 Commandments according to Jamie Quatro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. no1 b4 me. srsly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. dnt wrshp pix/idols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. no omg's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. no wrk on w/end (sat 4 now; sun l8r) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. pos ok - ur m&amp;amp;d r cool6. dnt kill ppl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. :-X only w/ m8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. dnt steal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. dnt lie re: bf&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. dnt ogle ur bf's m8. or ox. or dnkey. myob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M, pls rite on tabs &amp;amp; giv 2 ppl. ttyl, JHWH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. wwjd? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incase you cannot decipher, or are not familiar with the 10 Commandments here are the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allabouttruth.org/10-commandments.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Commandments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; according to AllAboutTruth.org: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ONE: 'You shall have no other gods before Me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TWO: 'You shall not make for yourself a carved image--any likeness of anything that is in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THREE: 'You shall not take the name of the LORD your God in vain.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FOUR: 'Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FIVE: 'Honor your father and your mother.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SIX: 'You shall not murder.' SEVEN: 'You shall not commit adultery.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EIGHT: 'You shall not steal.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NINE: 'You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TEN: 'You shall not covet your neighbor's house; you shall not covet your neighbor's wife, nor his male servant, nor his female servant, nor his ox, nor his donkey, nor anything that is your neighbor's.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I have a need for a little cell phone humor when everyone is so consumed by technology, we forget how to write and communicate with one another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/vatican"&gt;Pope&lt;/a&gt; is using YouTube and text messages to spread the Word, and I ponder to myself, what would God really think about technology! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo courtesy of Higherthings.Org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-5608115843899625932?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5608115843899625932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=5608115843899625932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5608115843899625932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5608115843899625932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-god-had-cell-phone_07.html' title='If God had a cell phone . . .'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Siw30iHqSAI/AAAAAAAAAIU/5WXlsFCHTtI/s72-c/sistineGod.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-1285395485158961110</id><published>2009-06-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T14:25:57.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailor duck saves life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insidebayarea.com/search/ci_12522193?IADID=Search-www.insidebayarea.com-www.insidebayarea.com"&gt;Bay Area News&lt;/a&gt; reported that a rubber duck in the form of a sailor saved a 90-year-old woman's life this weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Thursday, after Shirley Madsen had a riveting day at the casino she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Siwqk4jYM4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ovcZJu2N15s/s1600-h/ducky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Siwqk4jYM4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ovcZJu2N15s/s320/ducky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344693670926365570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;decided to have a bath before dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;&lt;span id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I only had an egg and a half of a pancake for breakfast," Madsen said. "When I got home I &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;s trying to decide whether to have dinner first or take a bath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;According to Madsen's daughter, Diane Weber, Madsen leads a very active lifestyle, and it is not uncommon for her to miss her daughters phone calls during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, when Madsen decided to get out of the tub she could not lift herself.  She stayed warm by continually draining and  refilling the tub with warm water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too weak to use her hands as a cup, Madsen discovered that a rubber sailor duck had a hole in the bottom that would be sufficient for collecting water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madsen was discovered by Weber on Saturday when another daughter, Christine Steigelman grew concerned. Madsen returned home with dry skin, a deep tissue bruise and the equivalence of two bed sores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"I will never get in another bathtub, ever," Madsen said.&lt;span id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;&lt;span id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;&lt;p&gt;With a laugh, she further advises: "Get a bunch of rubber duckies and make sure one of them can't swim."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;&lt;span id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Having a safety plan is important when many of us have older relatives that are beginning to show signs of aging.  Madsen's daughter Steigelman said, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:times new roman;" id="iba2_siteCss" &gt;&lt;span id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;We are close (family) and we had a routine, but we did not have a plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madsen will be equipped with a waterproof medical alert device in case of this ever happening again. Unfortunately for some, it is too late, our elderly relatives may be too weak or confused to push the button on the device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have an elderly relative, make sure you talk with your family to create a plan like Madsen's daughters did.   If she doesn't answer their twice daily phone calls, a member of their family will go to her home and check on her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;&lt;span id="iba2_siteCss"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information on medical alert devices, check out LifeStation's 11 tips, and an article in the &lt;a href="http://newoldage.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/12/22/a-call-for-help/"&gt;NYTimes&lt;/a&gt; about the importance of research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flickr photo by Jo Naylor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-8721824-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-1285395485158961110?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/1285395485158961110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=1285395485158961110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/1285395485158961110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/1285395485158961110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/06/sailor-duck-saves-life.html' title='Sailor duck saves life.'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Siwqk4jYM4I/AAAAAAAAAIE/ovcZJu2N15s/s72-c/ducky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-8519213336218054064</id><published>2009-05-29T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:49:18.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A with Sami Laskos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;On April 22, there was a special surprise waiting in the LBCC Commons for students. Sami Laskos, a Culinary student at LBCC had made a cake depicting  zombie's  eating Chef Scott Anselm's head. I had the chance to see the cake with my own eyes, and speak with Sami in an email interview for a short Q&amp;amp;A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laskos, a second year culinary student, had made the cake because she had signed up for a bakery display rotation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Culinary student James Scales has had plenty of experience working with Sami and really enjoyed her creative cake,  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The best part about working with Sami is she has the ability to get the work done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No matter what it is, she can motivate a group, organize people, or getting through any of the work that needs to be done, and she'll do it in a way that's fair to everyone involved." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Sh7cBWMpCqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HnmS_aQHNCg/s1600-h/WebSami%27s-Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Sh7cBWMpCqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HnmS_aQHNCg/s320/WebSami%27s-Cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340948123804568226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sami Laskos proudly looking over her completed cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thanks for taking the time to speak with me the other day about your cake. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why did you make this cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake was a project for my Bakery Display rotation. As a second year&lt;br /&gt;culinary student, there are 6 mandatory rotations and 7 "elective"&lt;br /&gt;rotations; each rotation is 8 or 9 school days. Bakery Display is an&lt;br /&gt;elective rotation with a pretty simple goal: create something that&lt;br /&gt;demonstrates at least 3 bakery skills. It's incredibly open ended. There&lt;br /&gt;have been sugar sculptures, chocolate sculptures, even a Rice Krispie&lt;br /&gt;castle... But I think cakes are the most popular because the basics are&lt;br /&gt;familiar, but a cake can transform into almost anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of your rotation you display your project in the scramble area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What was your inspiration?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a first year culinary student I said I'd never do a Bakery Display&lt;br /&gt;project... I'm not good in the Bakery. Cooking and Baking lay at opposite&lt;br /&gt;ends of the culinary spectrum. Cooking is pretty "free-form" and there&lt;br /&gt;aren't a lot of rules: some of this, some of that... Baking is more&lt;br /&gt;scientific and exact, and I think it requires more patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer I watched an episode of "Ace of Cakes" that lit the fire. A&lt;br /&gt;woman wanted a cake for her husband with zombies sucking his brains. Simply,&lt;br /&gt;I liked the idea of a zombie cake much better than I liked the idea of a&lt;br /&gt;traditional wedding cake. School started a few weeks later and I signed up&lt;br /&gt;for the rotation. The decision didn't really catch up to me until 6 months&lt;br /&gt;later when the rotation came up and I went "Oh shit... I guess now I have to&lt;br /&gt;do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How long did the cake take to make?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not including the hours I spent hammering out the idea and mapping out a&lt;br /&gt;game plan... I'd say somewhere around 30 hours in the kitchen. At one point&lt;br /&gt;I fell behind (the zombies were trickier that I'd imagined) and I was coming&lt;br /&gt;in before school and staying after to get it done...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What was your favorite part about making the cake?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truely, I didn't know what I was doing. I just kinda went for it... and I&lt;br /&gt;suprised myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little things like lips and eyes took forever. Where things like carving&lt;br /&gt;facial features out of cake seemed to almost happen on their own. Each small&lt;br /&gt;accomplishment boosted me for the next challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great feeling to work really hard on something and then have it turn&lt;br /&gt;out better than you'd imagined (the silly thing actually looked like chef&lt;br /&gt;scott!). The cake is actually still sitting the classroom because I just&lt;br /&gt;can't bear to get rid of it yet : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What did the other students think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to keep the identity of the head a secret until the last minute- but&lt;br /&gt;Chef Scott knows everything that happens in that kitchen and I'm sure he&lt;br /&gt;knew before I did. Chef took it in good humor, though he says he'll get me&lt;br /&gt;back : ). As for students, there was a lot of "you're doing what?!" and&lt;br /&gt;"they're letting you do that?" I'm still in shock that I got away with it.&lt;br /&gt;throughout the whole project I was kind of waiting for someone to put a stop&lt;br /&gt;to it. But they didn't, and I just kept pushing. The blood was the "frosting&lt;br /&gt;on the cake" if you will... the head looked much more innocent before the&lt;br /&gt;blood. It even dried like real blood! Overall, the kitchen got a kick out of&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Chef Scott Anselm, noted that "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sami's cake was very creative and incorporated many sound culinary techniques.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sami is skilled and has a good sense of humor.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think she and the other students enjoyed poking fun at me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We all have a good tome together in the kitchen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-8519213336218054064?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/8519213336218054064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=8519213336218054064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/8519213336218054064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/8519213336218054064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/q-with-sami-laskos.html' title='Q&amp;A with Sami Laskos'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Sh7cBWMpCqI/AAAAAAAAAHk/HnmS_aQHNCg/s72-c/WebSami%27s-Cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-5854116089059638683</id><published>2009-05-25T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:37:43.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All hail to you, Linn-Benton.</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;  &lt;/script&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the green Willamette Valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Under skies of grey and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Is a school that welcomes ev'ryone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where dreams can always come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;All hail to you, Linn-Benton!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where learning changes lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where caring teachers show the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And ev'ry student strives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To achieve their own potential,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To aspire and succeed;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Linn-Benton's opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Are ev'rything we need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;As spring term winds down, &lt;a href="http://www.linnbenton.edu/"&gt;Linn-Benton Community College&lt;/a&gt;’s Concert Choir is gearing up for a special last show. James Reddan, conducting the final performance in June, has the honor of premiering LBCC’s first Alma Mater “All Hail to You, Linn-Benton”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;The debut will take place June 4, 7:30 p.m. at the First Assembly of God Church in Albany. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;LBCC was established in 1966 as a two-year public college, and has never had an Alma Mater.  Reddan decided to take the task on as a personal project because he felt the school needed one. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;When I asked Reddan about the importance of an Alma Mater he said, “A school song (Alma Mater) is a way of showing pride in where you go to school, what you have learned, and celebrating the knowledge you take out into the world.”&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The Alma Mater for LBCC was created by Eugene local, &lt;a href="http://www.rebeccaoswald.com/"&gt;Rebecca Oswald&lt;/a&gt;, a composer.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her history with Reddan extends prior to 2001, where they both attended University of Oregon School of Music and Dance for their master’s programs. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;According to Oswald, Reddan proposed the idea of the Alma Mater to her last fall, and she began researching the school’s history, and said, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Words of praise, reverence, and loyalty are essential” in the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Oswald was inspired by students admiration of faculty and staff on campus, as well as the remarked beauty and location of LBCC. After much research, which included a survey filled out by students, faculty and staff, and visits to the campus&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;span style=""&gt; Oswald was able to complete the Alma Mater in late March and was told by Reddan that the dean and president “heartily” approved of the lyrics. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;For tickets to the June 4 concert visit the &lt;a href="https://secure.boxofficeavenue.com/LinnBenton/"&gt;Russell Tripp Preformance Center Box Office&lt;/a&gt; or call 541-917-4531.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;All Hail to You, Linn-Benton&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Music by Rebecca Oswald&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Dedicated to the LBCC Choirs, James Reddan, Conductor in memory of John Reddan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;In the green Willamette Valley&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Under skies of grey and blue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Is a school that welcomes ev'ryone,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Where dreams can always come true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;All hail to you, Linn-Benton!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Where learning changes lives,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Where caring teachers show the way,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;And ev'ry student strives.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;To achieve their own potential,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;To aspire and succeed;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Linn-Benton's opportunities&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Are ev'rything we need.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;As we step into the future&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;With a vision bold and bright,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;We'll remember our beloved school,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;This shining beacon of light.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;All hail to you, Linn-Benton!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;With gratitude sincere;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Our hopes and dreams become more real&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;With ev'ry passing year.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;As eager, life-long learners&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;In this new millennium,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;Linn-Benton, you have taughts us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoPlainText"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;That the best is yet to come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-8721824-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-5854116089059638683?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5854116089059638683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=5854116089059638683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5854116089059638683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5854116089059638683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-hail-to-you-linn-benton.html' title='All hail to you, Linn-Benton.'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-2283474149928406607</id><published>2009-05-24T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:28:20.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer lovin' will have us a blast . . .</title><content type='html'>Summer is knock, knock, knocking on our doors, and many of us are starting to concoct ideas, trips, and shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for us, we still live in Oregon. It will rain. It is inevitable according to the &lt;a href="http://countrystudies.us/united-states/weather/oregon/"&gt;Country Studies&lt;/a&gt; Web site, and Albany can expect anywhere from .5-7.7 inches of rainfall each month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it does rain, we should be prepared.  Like a  philosophical &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lKrXx4lLhE/ShpAbkuC_eI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FDETECwcYBs/s1600-h/2087133956_9276870b01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lKrXx4lLhE/ShpAbkuC_eI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FDETECwcYBs/s320/2087133956_9276870b01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339651150658600418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;man once said, turn on, tune in and drop out.  Oh wait,  I'm talking about surfing the Web. Put on your &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts-apparel/miscellaneous/b81b/"&gt;fingerless gloves&lt;/a&gt; kids, it's time to have some fun with my favorite time-killing sites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'd like to do some shopping, go to &lt;a href="http://www.mysimon.com/"&gt;MySimon&lt;/a&gt;, where you can shop for prices 'till your cows come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a present for that special someone that likes quirky shirts? Or perhaps you're in the office on a rainy day and feel the sudden urge to shoot someone with a &lt;a href="http://www.thinkgeek.com/geektoys/warfare/"&gt;marshmellow&lt;/a&gt;? Head to ThinkGeek for your shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if that special someone is being a Debbie-Downer and you need a laugh? Well, odd news stories always cheer me up and I know just where to look. If you go to Drew Curtis' &lt;a href="http://www.fark.com/"&gt;Fark&lt;/a&gt; you will not be disappointed as they update several times a day with genres like sad, strange or scary stories. You will find the best stories originate in Germany or Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, head over to &lt;a href="http://popcap.com/"&gt;PopCap&lt;/a&gt; to numb your brain a little longer with a riveting game of Zuma or my nephew's new favorite, Mummy Maze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know someone getting married? &lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/"&gt;The Knot&lt;/a&gt; has all the tools you need to transform into bride-zilla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel like flexing your brain muscles? Check out this day in history over at the &lt;a href="http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do"&gt;History&lt;/a&gt; Channel Web site, then skip over to &lt;a href="http://www.hulu.com/"&gt;Hulu&lt;/a&gt; for your favorite summer flicks like "Southland" or "So You Think You Can Dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, before you know it, the day has gone, the rain has slowed down to a drips pace, go to the &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/"&gt;Weather Channel &lt;/a&gt;Web site to find the rest of your weeks forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lKrXx4lLhE/ShpA_I_iNdI/AAAAAAAAABA/xQNY9k18Vj4/s1600-h/3175249724_9bf3959280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0lKrXx4lLhE/ShpA_I_iNdI/AAAAAAAAABA/xQNY9k18Vj4/s320/3175249724_9bf3959280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339651761691047378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy surfing folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_Becca Martino&lt;br /&gt;Fingerless gloves photo by voteprime/ surfing photo by chrisjohnbeckett's (Flickr).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-2283474149928406607?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2283474149928406607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=2283474149928406607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2283474149928406607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2283474149928406607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-lovin-will-have-us-blast.html' title='Summer lovin&apos; will have us a blast . . .'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0lKrXx4lLhE/ShpAbkuC_eI/AAAAAAAAAA4/FDETECwcYBs/s72-c/2087133956_9276870b01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-7922553421469224275</id><published>2009-05-17T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T11:17:08.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brown v board of education'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diversity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1954 history'/><title type='text'>Celebrate diversity: 55 years since Brown vs Board</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;58 years ago, in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://maps.google.com/maps?q=map+of+Kansas&amp;amp;oe=utf-8&amp;amp;rls=FlockInc.:en-US:official&amp;amp;client=firefox&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;amp;split=0&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;ei=c-oQSo7jEKWitgO4voyKAw&amp;amp;sa=X&amp;amp;oi=geocode_result&amp;amp;ct=image&amp;amp;resnum=1"&gt;Topeka, Kansas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, a lawsuit was brought against the Board of Education by 13 parents on behalf of 20 children according to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://brownvboard.org/summary/"&gt;Brownvboard.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/ShDrMia_8aI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mFvzAP72CZo/s1600-h/Kansas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 118px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/ShDrMia_8aI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mFvzAP72CZo/s200/Kansas.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337024159065043362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;On May 17, 1954 the U.S. Supreme Court ruled in favor of the parents, granting African American students the right to attend any public school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The case originates in Topeka, when a young African American girl named Linda Brown, was told she could not attend a public school close to her home. Instead, she was sent to an "All blacks" school nearly an hour away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Chief Justice Earl Warren stated that the "separate but equal" doctrine was in clear violation of the 14th amendment "which guarantees all citizens equal protection of the laws."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The parents involved in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Brown v. Board of Education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; case weren't the only to petition the government regarding segregation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;In the late 1800s, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that having segregated railroad cars conformed to the 14th amendment in the case of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Plessy v. Ferguson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; This ruling was impacting to the state of Kansas because it declared that all public locations were justifiably segregated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Five different cases originating from five different states (Delaware, Kansas, South Carolina, Virginia and Washington, DC) with 200 plus plaintiffs were combined under the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Brown v. Board &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;case, which created a domino-effect across the nation which begged for social change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/ShD0qJy3aPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_Ounzw-lijg/s1600-h/welikeyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/ShD0qJy3aPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/_Ounzw-lijg/s320/welikeyou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337034563454986482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Women protesting Brown v. Board: "We like you, but we don't want you in our school".  Flickr photo by Techne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;According to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history.do?action=VideoArticle&amp;amp;id=6900"&gt;History Channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Web site, the U.S. Supreme Court required public schools to "integrate with all deliberate speed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Today, residents in Topeka, Kansas, celebrated the courts ruling. Linda Brown just happened to be one of those attending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"How much it's meant to so many people all over the United States, not only all over the United States but the entire world," Linda Brown said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Without the Brown v. Board act, we would not be able to appreciate the great diversity our world has to offer. Open minds would be fewer,hatred would perhaps run rampant and we wouldn't be celebrating our first black president.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Fortunately, US history has proven that people will always stand up for the greater good, and our constitution will be there to back them up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Map provided by Google.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To view a short clip of "This day in History" click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: times new roman;" href="http://link.history.com/services/player/bcpid18808667001?bctid=1213938660"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Provided by History.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-7922553421469224275?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/7922553421469224275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=7922553421469224275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7922553421469224275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7922553421469224275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebrate-diversity-55-years-since.html' title='Celebrate diversity: 55 years since Brown vs Board'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/ShDrMia_8aI/AAAAAAAAAHA/mFvzAP72CZo/s72-c/Kansas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-7291728325060312362</id><published>2009-05-17T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:48:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kilt wearer or cross-dresser: you decide.</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;We've&lt;br /&gt;var gaJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://ssl." : "http://www.");&lt;br /&gt;document.write(unescape("%3Cscript src='" + gaJsHost + "google-analytics.com/ga.js' type='text/javascript'%3E%3C/script%3E"));&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;Most of us have experienced a time in middle or high school where school officials have decided a certain type of clothing inappropriate. For me, popular, inexpensive shoes (the ones with blinky lights in the heel), BK's were forbidden because they were potentially "gang" related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Halloween costumes were monitered closely for offensiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utah however, has decided that a student wearing a kilt could be misconstrued as a cross-dresser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/ShDk3riWOiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LkT5VqOZyLg/s1600-h/3364882227_d2bec5f597.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/ShDk3riWOiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LkT5VqOZyLg/s200/3364882227_d2bec5f597.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337017203664763426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In an article posted today on &lt;a href="http://www.standard.net/live/news/173494/"&gt;Standard.net &lt;/a&gt;reports that student Gavin McFarland, of Scottish heritage, was told to change from his kilt after many complaints by students and teachers.  The principle Craig Jessop said that wearing the kilt could be misconstrued as cross-dressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;District spokesman Nate Taggart disagreed "We certainly do not consider wearing a kilt, especially for a school project, as cross-dressing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A public apology will be issued to McFarland and hopefully the state can take this as an educational directive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;McFarland's mother said it best in the article, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"A kilt is a distinctive garment. Nobody mistakes it for a skirt."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The description provided by &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kilt"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;: the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;kilt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; is a knee-length garment with pleats at the rear, originating in the traditional dress of men and boys in the Scottish Highlands of the 16th century&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;These are my thoughts exactly. Hopefully the school will take it upon themselves to educate one another about different cultural backgrounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Principals should be trained on when its right to make comments, because its these statements that could land the school in the middle of a lawsuit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Weekly there is a gentleman at LBCC who wears a pink plaid mini skirt with stockings, and you can definitely tell that it is no kilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was quite surprised, and now it is just one of those things that makes LBCC unique. I feel fortunate we live in a pretty diverse state, and I hope that my future children will grow up with respect and knowledge of cultural diversity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commenters came across very passionately on the site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ryan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;...and on the other hand, it's sad to see a school administrator, who was just trying to do his best, trashed so publicly in this manner. I'm sure Gavin's parents did a fine job yelling at Mr. Jessop, teaching him a lesson before this article was published. Thank you for humiliating and bullying our underpaid educators who occasionally make a mistake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="comment_dimmed"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="comment_dimmed"  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I just found this article in the Seattle PI. All I have to say is the principal's ignorance regarding Gavin's kilt is symptomatic of the false multiculturalism that has pervaded modern education. By that, I mean we have lost practically ALL knowledge of eastern and western European customs and their influence in America. Pretty stupid that a school principal, who likely has a Masters' Degree or higher, would make an assertion as dumb as that. Then again, graduating from college does not guarantee smarts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flickr photo by alan(ator).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;try {&lt;br /&gt;var pageTracker = _gat._getTracker("UA-8721824-1");&lt;br /&gt;pageTracker._trackPageview();&lt;br /&gt;} catch(err) {}&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-7291728325060312362?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/7291728325060312362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=7291728325060312362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7291728325060312362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7291728325060312362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/05/kilt-wearer-or-cross-dresser-you-decide.html' title='Kilt wearer or cross-dresser: you decide.'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/ShDk3riWOiI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LkT5VqOZyLg/s72-c/3364882227_d2bec5f597.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-3268706577673631746</id><published>2009-05-17T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T21:50:33.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrate Christmas the Floridian way</title><content type='html'>Christmas in &lt;a href="http://www.tcpalm.com/news/2009/may/06/dead-animals-toys-hung-trees-fort-pierce/"&gt;Florida&lt;/a&gt; comes early this year,  when a report  was filed Monday May 6, 2009 by an anonymous caller to the Fort  Pierce police department that two palm trees lining the 800 block of  South Indian River Drive, had been uniquely decorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decayed fish, toys, and seagulls with ropes around their necks had been strewn about the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal control cleaned up the scene and put ropes/toys into evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commenters on the TCPalm website had some interesting thoughts about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="comment" id="c341551"&gt;   &lt;p class="comment-info"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;namvet67&lt;/strong&gt; wrote: &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;I am sure its just a "religous" practice, someone&lt;br /&gt;is trying to summon their "god or gods". Happens&lt;br /&gt;in Miami/Dade all the time!!!! As far a serial&lt;br /&gt;killers are concerned, most do have some animal&lt;br /&gt;mutalation in their backgrounds.It is a harbinger&lt;br /&gt;of things to come in a lot of cases, as is the&lt;br /&gt;guy who tried to abduct that young lady in Vero&lt;br /&gt;last week, he is someone who should be sent away&lt;br /&gt;for a long,long time.This guy attempted to spirit&lt;br /&gt;away this lady in a van and we all know what he&lt;br /&gt;had in mind. Wonder what his attorneys will come&lt;br /&gt;up with in his defense??Insanity perhaps?&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="comment" id="c341732"&gt;   &lt;p class="comment-info"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BORF&lt;/strong&gt; was more sing-songy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like christmas ....&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-3268706577673631746?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/3268706577673631746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=3268706577673631746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/3268706577673631746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/3268706577673631746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/05/celebrate-christmas-floridian-way.html' title='Celebrate Christmas the Floridian way'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-481712227233284008</id><published>2009-05-06T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:22:12.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guards in Florida prisons shock kids</title><content type='html'>April 24, 2009 was "Take your daughter/son to workday", across the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten Florida prison employees have been suspended and one fired, while investigations of guards using stun guns on as little as six children who were visiting, continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A news article from the&lt;a href="http://www.tampabay.com/news/publicsafety/article998415.ece"&gt; St. Petersburg Times&lt;/a&gt;  reported early Wednesday May 6, that up to six children are victims of a real life "show and tell" game.  &lt;a href="http://maps.google.com/maps?f=d&amp;amp;source=s_d&amp;amp;saddr=Franklin+Correctional+Institution,+Florida&amp;amp;daddr=Indian+River+Correctional+Institution+in+Vero+Beach+to:Martin+Correctional+Institution+in+Indiantown&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;geocode=%3BFVa7pAEduPsz-yEsHPM2kkcXGg%3BFcTtngEdrvIz-yEb0wHEUBaA7Q&amp;amp;gl=us&amp;amp;mra=ls&amp;amp;sll=31.276904,-90.939442&amp;amp;sspn=17.045479,26.630859&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;ll=28.6807,-82.5169&amp;amp;spn=8.764914,13.31543&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;z=6"&gt;Three separate prisons&lt;/a&gt; have revealed  that guards zapped the victims, ages ranging between 8 and 14, with "electronic immobilization devices," a.k.a the stun gun, which produces a 50,000 volt shock.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SgHi7JQuiMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0jjtV-oo7eg/s1600-h/345024180_500c0e896c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SgHi7JQuiMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0jjtV-oo7eg/s200/345024180_500c0e896c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332792939509614786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When George Sapp, deputy secretary of institutions for the Department of Correction, heard rumors that the Franklin Correctional Institution in the Panhandle ordeal was not an isolated one, he began calling wardens and discovered that  Indian River Correctional Institution in Vero Beach and Martin Correctional Institution in Indiantown had similar events take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, Gretl Plessinger, a corrections spokeswoman, said that the three situations were "separate and unrelated," suggesting that no coordination or planning was to have taken place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Foster, attorney for one victim said that his client "sustained abrasions and trauma when the powerful jolt knocked her to the ground, requiring a doctor's treatment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Department of Corrections is leading the investigation with House Council on Criminal and Civil Justice Policy keeping a watchful eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "If we think the department is not thorough and is taking care of its own, we'll step in," said         State Rep. Julio Robaina, R-Miami, chairman of the House Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ten suspended employees are currently on administrative leave with pay, and will be notified by mail if and when they can return to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SgHh_KQYysI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9lBUKCDyk44/s1600-h/3382506514_a5eda39e16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SgHh_KQYysI/AAAAAAAAAGg/9lBUKCDyk44/s200/3382506514_a5eda39e16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332791908984474306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Since high school I have been an avid listener of the radio show &lt;a href="http://www.lovelineshow.com/"&gt;Loveline&lt;/a&gt; featuring Dr. Drew and various hosts (including Adam Corrolla and Striker). To liven up the show, they played a game called "Germany or Florida" in which you had to guess where a crazy story originated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Florida seems to be taking the cake in the news this week, producing one horrific story after another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Personally, I am not surprised that this situation happened, and really that it was only a matter of time. I would not be surprised to find that more prisons around the country have experienced situations like this many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I would like to know is how the situation came about? Did one or two kids mention it,  and sweet talked the officers into a live demonstration? Was it an idea floated between the officers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Next, I would like to know how the story leaked? It makes you wonder if the children were bragging to their friends, and a teacher found out; or if a prison employee reported it to their superior; or if the child told the opposite parent who responded accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I would like to discuss the fact that tazing children unnecessarily should involve a punishment much more harsh than losing a job or suspension with pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I feel like this falls under the category of "cruel and unusual" or even torture, no matter the context of how the situation came about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just proves, that not every fertile person should be reproducing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;photo credits: photo of Drew Pinsky provided by shell belle (Flickr); photo of stun gun provided by yoheiyamashita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; (Flickr).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-481712227233284008?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/481712227233284008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=481712227233284008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/481712227233284008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/481712227233284008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/05/guards-in-florida-prisons-shock-kids.html' title='Guards in Florida prisons shock kids'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SgHi7JQuiMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0jjtV-oo7eg/s72-c/345024180_500c0e896c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-7017678287940974582</id><published>2009-05-03T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:21:05.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holocaust survivor speaks at LBCC</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SiGR93fStaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dReqpKec2MY/s1600-h/Alter1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 143px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SiGR93fStaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dReqpKec2MY/s320/Alter1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341711125091366306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alter Wiener, Holocaust survivor and author of “From a Name to a Number” spoke at &lt;span class="caps"&gt;LBCC&lt;/span&gt; Tuesday, April 28, from 3 to 5 p.m. to an audience of 300. His speech was about his experience of the Holocaust, learning from history’s mistakes, celebrating life, and was followed by a question-and-answer session.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Wiener began his speech by telling us he was not here to entertain, but to tell us his story.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;It began when Wiener was 13, after Germany invaded Poland and people were fleeing for their lives. Separated from their father, Wiener’s family tried to leave the country unsuccessfully. They learned three months later that, along with 37 others, Wiener’s father had been shot and left for dead in a ditch on the outskirts of Poland.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Not long after, the Gestapo came for Wiener’s oldest brother and, when Wiener turned 15, he too was sent to a labor camp. That camp was called Blechhammer. Soon after arriving, he discovered his brother had been there for a year.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;He described the car that transported him and many others to Blechhammer as hellish.&lt;/p&gt;   “People died standing up because there was no room to lay down and die,” Weiner said.   &lt;p&gt;Conditions at Blechhammer weren’t any better. Wiener shared an 8 by 10 foot room with 24 other people. There were no mattresses, pillows, or blankets – only bed frames that were already inhabited by roaches and mice. For breakfast, they were given stale, moldy bread and for dinner a watery soup. One might be considered lucky if their bowl contained a floating potato or onion.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Four months after arriving at Blechhammer, Wiener was transferred to his second labor camp and later transferred to his third, fourth and fifth camp.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;He learned that Jews weren’t the only ones being persecuted. It came as a surprise when he saw groups marching into camps wearing different badges and soon learned that 30-40 different groups of people were persecuted, including Soviets, homosexuals, and gypsies.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Wiener described several unfathomable events that took place during the three years he was living in camps. He told of one particular event where a commander entertained himself by having everyone in Wiener’s barracks stand under the cold showers for an entire night. When the sun came up, he sent them to work.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Many actions were criminalized in these camps, including talking to each other while working and bartering for food, as Wiener learned after trying to trade his watch for some bread which he never received. When the commanders learned of the trade, they whipped Wiener 15 times.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Finally, on May 9, 1945 the Russians liberated his camp and Wiener was set free, weighing only 80 pounds. With only four surviving family members left out of 123, Wiener felt his time in Poland had come to an end and decided to move to the United States.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Now Wiener lives in Hillsboro, and speaks regularly at schools, churches and prisons about his experience. Instead of dwelling on atrocities committed against him, Wiener wanted people to learn that he believes that “we should be judged on an individual basis” &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Wiener concluded many points in his speech by reiterating his belief that Hitler was a man without a heart, and someone needed to teach him to love.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Wiener was also very quick to point out the ignorance of Holocaust deniers, like the President of Iran, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“How dare he say so,” said Wiener, “there are photographs, and buildings, and graves, and I’m still here carrying my physical and mental scars. If you are tortured once, you are tortured every day.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Audience members were moved to tears and gave Wiener a standing ovation before the speech was opened up to a question and answer session.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SiGU7SNHU4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/r8jmWZE8mmg/s1600-h/AlterStudents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SiGU7SNHU4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/r8jmWZE8mmg/s320/AlterStudents.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341714379258155906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Alter speaking to students individually after the speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;When I interviewed audience members, most left with mixed feelings of hope, sympathy and curiosity. Bob McCormick, a retired vet and education major at L.B.C.C.  said, "my heart is opened more, there is great importance in passing this lesson on to our children."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another audience member, Zachary Dietrich thought that the story about the watch was most shocking, "how anyone could be punished for trying to eat isn't fathomable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photos by Becca Martino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-7017678287940974582?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/7017678287940974582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=7017678287940974582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7017678287940974582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7017678287940974582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/holocaust-survivor-speaks-at-lbcc.html' title='Holocaust survivor speaks at LBCC'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SiGR93fStaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dReqpKec2MY/s72-c/Alter1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-6489229499841406516</id><published>2009-05-01T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:57:19.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you mass media.</title><content type='html'>Ah mass media hype [aka mass hysteria]- how I loathe thee, you embarrass an aspiring journalist like myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I originally discovered and reported about the swine flu last, I was very concerned. After all, a huge number of people seemed to be immediately sick. &lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Link" class="gl_link" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been exactly a week since I first read about it, and even while the number of sick has increased in Mexico city, and there are cases all over the U.S. those numbers are still very minor and insignificant to the number of people who die every year from the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, numbers reported by &lt;a href="http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-national/20090501/US.MED.Swine.Flu.US/"&gt;AP &lt;/a&gt;suggest that 140 are sick in the United States.   140 Out of &lt;a href="http://www.census.gov/main/www/popclock.html"&gt;300&lt;/a&gt; million people living in the  United States?  Tell me HOW THAT DESERVES 24 news coverage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I REFUSE to watch, listen or pay attention to any of the news during times like this, or during election season, and I think you should refuse as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lack of creativity has brought our beloved mass media providers to report on one topic 24 hours a day. Even during the same news reports like AP or T.V. segments and companies like Fox or KGW repeat the same thing over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many different ways you can say 1,000 people in Mexico are sick, you might get sick too, wash your hands because there is no cure?  ONE YOU IDIOTS.  Please explain why one needs to devote a whole hour news program unless you're going to bring me original coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does Obama not have enough to do without the media blowing topics way out of proportion?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two logical explanations for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Residents in Mexico City live in a more polluted, crowded environment than most in the U.S., with little options for quality health care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Numbers are rising in the U.S., because those experiencing regular flu symptoms decide to get screened. Normally, we would stay home and wait it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Oregon, WOU has decided to close campus classes and events through Monday because there may be a potential case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shutting down a college campus is not going to stop the spread of the flu, it's going to accelerate it because kids wont have homework and they're going to go party, or have fun in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/01/health/01egypt.html?_r=1&amp;amp;scp=1&amp;amp;sq=Egypt%20slaughtering%20pigs&amp;amp;st=cse"&gt;NYTimes&lt;/a&gt;, Cairo, Egypt, is experiencing a more serious problem, all because of mass hysteria created by the news. They are forcibly slaughtering all the pigs in the country as a precaution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends and family, when you hear the news, check your sources and take a step back so you can logically analyze the situation, and put a blanket on the fire that is mass hysteria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-6489229499841406516?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/6489229499841406516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=6489229499841406516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/6489229499841406516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/6489229499841406516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/05/thank-you-mass-media.html' title='Thank you mass media.'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-5235042640511564074</id><published>2009-04-27T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:25:08.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kazakhstan Hearts UFOs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/maps/asia/"&gt;The Republic of Kazakhstan &lt;/a&gt;in Central Asia, would like to properly welcome UFO's when they arrive on our lovely planet, thats why a typical field or air-strip will just not do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to an article on &lt;a href="http://www.allnewsweb.com/page6696692.php"&gt;All News Web&lt;/a&gt;, Kazakhstan is in the process of building the world's first alien embassy. The embassy is sure to include a guesthouse, a translation service, and theatre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Caspian Sea, which borders Kazakhstan, currently houses an underwater base which is supposedly being used by UFOs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Fuad Gasimov, the head of neighbouring Azerbaijan’s national Aerospace Agency&lt;br /&gt;has confirmed this to be the case and has gone on record stating the old USSR&lt;br /&gt;constantly monitored alien spaceships regularly entering the water but kept this&lt;br /&gt;a military secret."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it makes sense then, our accepting friends in Kazakhstan should be the first to welcome our ET friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The original post came from a website in &lt;a href="http://express-k.kz/show_article.php?art_id=25593"&gt;Cyrillic&lt;/a&gt;, but some responses to the article are in English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IQXSORG writes:&lt;/strong&gt; Bravo to the Citizens of Kazakhstan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the post and hello from Dayton, OH U.S.A.! IQXS sends you sincere good wishes for your excellent project and hopes your skies will be filled with incoming "visitors" soon! The world is watching! Kudos on being true future-thinkers, unafraid to challenge the status quo! We salute your efforts and wish you the best! Ciao!IQXS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pleya &lt;/strong&gt;must be a journalist because he/she writes: Where is the visual evidence? Pictures of the building &amp;amp; surrounding? Any pix of UFO above the Caspian Sea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Lets take a minute to applaud Kazakhstan for welcoming our outer-space neighbors. Nothing shows diversity like welcoming extra-terrestrials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason to applaud Kazakhstan? For putting up with this crazy story. I for one, think it's a rumor, facilitated by well known actor &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sacha_Baron_Cohen"&gt;Sacha Baron Cohen&lt;/a&gt;. You may recognize him as Borat, or Ali G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is why:&lt;br /&gt;1st: In an article in the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2003/01/05/weekinreview/word-for-word-raelian-agenda-you-figured-cloning-human-would-be-their-biggest.html?scp=1&amp;amp;sq=Alien%20Embassy&amp;amp;st=cse"&gt;NY Times&lt;/a&gt;, written by Noam Cohen [Noam is one of Sacha's middle names, that he could have been using as a writer] he spoke about &lt;a href="http://rael.org/rael_content/intro.php?elan=English"&gt;Raëlians&lt;/a&gt;, a group I will label as extra-terrestrial enthusiasts, who were sent to build an Alien Embassy in the Holy Land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: While Kazakhstan is not the Holy Land, Cohen's character Borat, was a reporter from Kazakhstan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: If you google the article, it does not appear in any reputable news journals like the Times, Washington Post or even the Oregonian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: courier new;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-5235042640511564074?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5235042640511564074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=5235042640511564074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5235042640511564074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5235042640511564074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/kazakhstan-hearts-ufos.html' title='Kazakhstan Hearts UFOs'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-2808565294025964934</id><published>2009-04-26T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T11:58:05.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu Epidemic to become Pandemic?</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, we heard of reports of a deadly flu in Mexico, where thousands were sick, and almost 100 dead. Stores in Mexico reported selling out of medical masks within a few a minutes, yet more seem to be contracting and dying from the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/swineflu/"&gt;Centers for Disease Control&lt;/a&gt;, its a respiratory disease typically found in pigs caused by type A influenza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-health/20090425/MED.Swine.Flu.Q_A/"&gt;AP&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;released a Q&amp;amp;A about Swine Flu, hoping to cure some widespread panic that is sure to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Symptoms&lt;/span&gt;: similar to a regular flu, cough, fever, fatigue and lack of appetite.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prevention&lt;/span&gt;: The flu shots will most likely be ineffective, however, two flu treatments called         Tamiflu and Relenza seem to be affective. &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;In a separate article from &lt;a href="http://www.comcast.net/articles/news-general/20090426/MED.Swine.Flu/"&gt;AP&lt;/a&gt;, they warn to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;seek hospitalization&lt;/span&gt; when:&lt;br /&gt;a fever of 100 + degrees, body aches, coughing, a sore throat, respiratory congestion and, in some cases, vomiting and diarrhea.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an article by Donald McNeil, Jr. on the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/24/us/24flu.html?ref=health"&gt;NYTimes &lt;/a&gt;website, Dr. Nancy Cox, the chief of the          agency’s flu division says:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;  " The A (H1N1) flu strain they had was quite unusual. It contained gene segments from North American swine, bird and human flu strains as well as one from Eurasian swine." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More current updates tell us that there are 20 confirmed cases throughout five U.S. states and suspected cases as far away as New Zealand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember: &lt;/span&gt;When you are sick, stick to common sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Cover your mouth and nose when sneezing and coughing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with the crook of your elbow or upper arm&lt;/span&gt; instead of your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash hands after coughing, sneezing or blowing your nose. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you think you have the flu, stay at home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid close contact with those who are sick. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-2808565294025964934?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2808565294025964934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=2808565294025964934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2808565294025964934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2808565294025964934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/swine-flu-epidemic-to-become-pandemic.html' title='Swine Flu Epidemic to become Pandemic?'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-3673129759257484250</id><published>2009-04-24T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T22:45:06.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='`'/><title type='text'>Teh sick</title><content type='html'>Normally I pride myself on the fact that I rarely get sick. All last term, sickness spread through my school and Newspaper office like the &lt;a href="http://zombie.wikia.com/wiki/Rage_virus"&gt;Rage Virus&lt;/a&gt;.  It seemed as though Mary Anne, Rick, James, Eve and Lydia were all taking turns getting sick. I was happy as a clam when I remained healthy even though my mom and fiance both experienced different illnesses themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes Max Brown, newest addition as feature editor and friend at the &lt;a href="http://commuter.linnbenton.edu/"&gt;Commuter&lt;/a&gt;. Unknowingly, Max carried a little bug, the very thing that would be perfect to bring a Becca down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what it was but  it definitely caught me off  guard. Sunday night it started as a pain-in-the-ass sore throat, which continued through Monday. I blamed it on freshly cut, beautiful smelling grass that lay on the lawns of LBCC. This beautiful grass however, had never bothered me in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I blame it on mother nature? Well, Monday I sat in the lawn for three hours drawing mother nature herself with my Drawing I class taught by Gary Westford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuesday showed up with bright eyes, as I slowly melted off my bed and onto the floor because my legs were too weak to carry, and my head was to heavy to lift, I realized, it wasn't mother nature, it was &lt;a href="http://maxbrown-jn216.blogspot.com/"&gt;MAX&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to open my eyes and they burned, I tried to breathe threw  my nose and failed, the thought of eating breakfast made my stomach  lurch. Somehow I ended up at school after taking a shower, eating breakfast and passing out half-on and half-off my moms bed, oh and driving was somewhere in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gagged my way through Bio 103 lab, where we dissected Chicken legs. When red marrow shot out of the bone after my lab partner Robin snapped it, I was ready to throw my towel in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept my head down and survived work for a couple hours, and somehow made it home.  I was exhausted.  Surely bed was the right thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyelashes wanted to sew together as i curled up in bed. so. tired. Then i felt it. it started as a little tickle. then wet. then a little more tickle dripping from my nose. I knew right then, it would be a sleepless night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday woke me up, even if I hadn't had any sleep. Do stay home? Do i go to school? I never miss school, so I go, for a very very very long day. Class, Class, break, class, break, three hour class then a drive home.  so. tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, glorious Thursday. How i praise you. No classes today. Just homework (yeah right). If i wasn't in my bed i was on the couch, or puttering around the house in my leopard print bathrobe. It took everything I had to muster up some energy to get cracking on my homework by 9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is this? DO MY EYES DECEIVE?! A BAND NEW &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/greysanatomy/index?pn=index"&gt;GREY'S ANATOMY&lt;/a&gt;? FOLLOWED A BRAND NEW &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/privatepractice/index?pn=index"&gt;PRIVATE PRACTICE&lt;/a&gt;? TWO NEW &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/?__source=front-door%7Cshows%7Cdropdown"&gt;OFFICE'&lt;/a&gt;S on CH.8 and NEW &lt;a href="http://www.cbs.com/primetime/csi/"&gt;CSI&lt;/a&gt; on CH.6 , and the new show &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/southland/"&gt;SOUTHLAND&lt;/a&gt; on CH.12?!  Why Lord, do you painfully torture me with this scheduling of more shows than my DVR can conceivably record. I miss the Office's, CSI, (&lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/parks-and-recreation/"&gt;Parks and Rec&lt;/a&gt;) and &lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/hellskitchen/"&gt;Hells Kitchen&lt;/a&gt;.  Grey's Anatomy and Private Pratice always win. Thank you good Lord for giving me T.V. online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://maxbrown-jn216.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://zombie.wikia.com/wiki/Rage_virus"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4547739811049474289-3673129759257484250?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/3673129759257484250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=3673129759257484250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/3673129759257484250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/3673129759257484250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/teh-sick.html' title='Teh sick'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-8471032004077855172</id><published>2009-04-19T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:54:18.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazi hunters: Unsung Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SiHxAGvXs6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lbjDo4ivXrM/s1600-h/Auschwitz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SiHxAGvXs6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lbjDo4ivXrM/s320/Auschwitz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341815617149711266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sixty-four years have passed since the end of World War II, and it is still widely talked about today. When I interviewed Dr. Paul Kopperman at &lt;span class="caps"&gt;OSU&lt;/span&gt;, he mentioned that especially because of the popularity of Hollywood movies, the interest in &lt;span class="caps"&gt;WWII&lt;/span&gt; has “gained momentum since the 80’s.” Alongside Hollywood’s view, we have dates to recognize veterans, memorials to remember communities lost; memoirs to learn about personal strife, like those of Anne Frank and Ellie Wiesel. Museums, speakers and survivors around the world are dedicated to remind us of the tragedy that was the Holocaust. Even the villains like Josef Mengele are remembered for their atrocities in hopes that we can learn to be better people, to remember that all have equal rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Overlooked by some, and unknown to others, and supported by survivors and victims, there are some unsung heroes of this awful tragedy. Simon Wiesenthal, Serge and Beate Klarsfeld, Efraim Zuroff are just a few of a special group dubbed as Nazi-hunters, who should be particularly remembered when speaking about the Holocaust. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;These four people, among others have made a living seeking out and bringing to justice Nazi war-criminals like Mengele who were or are hiding out around the world. Mengele was known as ‘The Angel of Death’ working as a doctor at different death camps, doing notorious experiments on twins. Individuals like the Klarsfelds, and governments, including the United States and Germany, are still very active today in seeking out justice against perpetrators of war-crimes, “trying to come to terms with happened,” says Kopperman. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;A Nazi war-criminal is one who is suspected of committing war crimes, crimes against peace, or crimes against humanity. When I spoke with Michele Wilson, anthropology instructor at &lt;span class="caps"&gt;LBCC&lt;/span&gt; she said “these are people who removed basic human rights.” After the war, many suspected war criminals, like Mengele fled to other countries seeking exile and protection. They had help from Nazi sympathizers to escape to places like Argentina and Paraguay who had particularly good relationships with Germany according to Kopperman, and refused to cooperate in the apprehension of suspected criminals. Unfortunately, Mengele was never brought to justice, believed to have died on a beach in Brazil in 1979.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked Holocaust survivor, and Oregon local Alter Wiener his opinion of those in pursuit of Nazi war criminals he said, "They [war criminals] should be brought to justice. I'm not looking for revenge, revenge is to only please me." &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Kopperman noted that hunters like Wiesenthal, who passed away in 2005 and the Klarsfelds, who are actively and legally pursuing those suspected of war crimes during World War II. “They kept meticulous files and work off of leads and experience,” he goes on to say that “they have exonerated some who did not act out of malice”. It is important to note that not all who participated in the war as Nazi’s are sought, only those who cruelly stripped away basic human rights. Once found, these criminals are often sent back (not always) to the location of their crime, typically Germany or Austria.&lt;/p&gt;   “We can define [Nazi Hunters] them as heroes on a humanitarian level,” says Wilson, “ We feel better when we get rid of evil.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of Auschwitz block 10 where Mengele conducting twin experiments; by athena. [flickr]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-8471032004077855172?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/8471032004077855172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=8471032004077855172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/8471032004077855172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/8471032004077855172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/nazi-hunters-unsung-heroes.html' title='Nazi hunters: Unsung Heroes'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SiHxAGvXs6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/lbjDo4ivXrM/s72-c/Auschwitz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-460352776143167989</id><published>2009-04-17T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:56:28.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaky fetus makes surprise appearance in bathtub</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am a sucker for weird, and especially gorey news. So I decided that one of my twice weekly posts for my Journalism class, is going to be a summary of a weird news story, and my opinion, as if it mattered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I chose this particular news story in light that I know a lot of pregnant people at the moment, and this just bewilders me! It comes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The story comes from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://www.mlive.com/news/grand-rapids/index.ssf/2009/04/couple_unaware_of_pregancy_giv.html"&gt;Grand Rapids News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; about a brand new dispatcher helping two parents give birth to a baby over the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Apparently the dispatcher just finished her six months of training and was her third day on the job. The couple Carri and Ryan Emmons apparently had &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;NO IDEA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that Carri was pregnant. So as she lay in the bathtub giving birth, husband called 911 as 10 year old son looked on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"I didn't know my wife was pregnant," Ryan said of his 27-year-old wife, already a mother of three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Angie Adams, the new dispatcher walked the couple through the birthing process leaving the Emmons a brand new, healthy baby boy. Rescue crews were sent to their house, and Ryan was given the privilege of scooping the freshly born placenta out of the tub to hand over to doctors for examination. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Alright- So here is what I dont get- how could a mother of three NOT KNOW SHE WAS PREGNANT?! Was there no morning sickness, no missed periods or psychotic cravings of peanut butter and pickle sandwiches? No sudden gaining of weight and need to constantly get a bigger clothing size? DID SHE NOT FEEL THE BABY KICK?! God help us if she thought that was just a bowel movement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that would have made for a more interesting story. I like details when I read stories, and for me the most important ones have been left out! How dumb could this lady be?! &lt;/span&gt;More importantly, why did my font just change? &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Anyhow, what I really want to know is how did the husband never notice? My guess is the woman in question is well overweight, the baby absorbed the nutrients, esentially acting like ice in water, replacing the weight of her fat, with the weight of itself. I must say, way to go sneaky fetus. Oh and i hope the hospital gave her a hystorectomy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reply to the article, Grand Rapid News decided they should write a &lt;a href="http://www.mlive.com/news/grand-rapids/index.ssf/2009/04/underlying_conditions_can_disg.html"&gt;blurb&lt;/a&gt; on how surprise pregnancies can happen. And when I did a Google search afterwards for Unexpected Births I came up with this link from &lt;a href="http://www.twinstuff.com/unexpected.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.twinstuff.com/unexpected.htm"&gt;TwinStuff&lt;/a&gt; . My mind is absolutely boggled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in weekly for more mind boggling news and my pointless opinions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-460352776143167989?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/460352776143167989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=460352776143167989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/460352776143167989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/460352776143167989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/sneaky-fetus-makes-surprise-appearance.html' title='Sneaky fetus makes surprise appearance in bathtub'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-4075598693032137971</id><published>2009-04-17T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:33:09.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My friday night came early..</title><content type='html'>I sat down at the table my mom had reserved for us, it was a small table meant for the patio, probably wrought-iron and covered by a red paper table cloth,. I let out a sigh of relief as this was my Friday, even though it was only Wednesday night. It was nice not being in a crowded, loud brightly lit situation. The drapes were shut as the sun was setting, and lighting was low provided by a mish-mosh of lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clanging of glasses and silverware was carefree, and light laughter helped build the ambiance. In the background 50s and 60s music played quietly, and the smell of garlic was enough to tantalize any taste-buds. This is not a place we frequent, and I'm not really sure why. It's hidden in the downtown area of Salem, on the side of a lot occupied by an over-zealous bank. The food is overwhelmingly delicious, slightly over priced, and well worth the wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the light swishing of the dishwasher as it sneaks closer to closing time, and you can tell the waitress cannot wait. After all, the sun was shining, the mood was light and there was still plenty of time left to enjoy this mid-week Friday. I admire the quaint building, because where it lacks in size, it makes up with character. The walls are charmingly decorated in a variety of old photos, and oil paintings by local artists, perhaps even by the employees themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time came to a close, as we walked out with the door jingling behind us, I left with a satisfied feeling knowing that my Friday was off to a good start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-4075598693032137971?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/4075598693032137971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=4075598693032137971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/4075598693032137971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/4075598693032137971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-friday-night-came-early.html' title='My friday night came early..'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-4674648039465840469</id><published>2009-04-10T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:31:25.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feature story ideas</title><content type='html'>This month is Holocaust Awareness Month, so our school's newspaper (and my current place of employement) is going to do a small feature. I have always been interested in the military history of our world, so I am thinking about doing a story about Nazi hunters and Holocaust survivors.  I do face some difficulties with this topic though, not being able to actually find and interview a survivor or hunter. If i do, I may face difficulties with interviewing someone on such a sensitive topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-4674648039465840469?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/4674648039465840469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=4674648039465840469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/4674648039465840469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/4674648039465840469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/feature-story-ideas.html' title='Feature story ideas'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-1976418204807317878</id><published>2009-04-06T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T11:30:43.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Kids on the Block</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.linnbenton.edu/"&gt;Linn Benton Community College&lt;/a&gt; is giving a warm welcome to its newest sports team, a soccer club. While there have been LBCC soccer clubs in the past, Coach Art Mota along with the help of club president Kyle Boylan, is reviving the club with enough passion to light a city. “We’re the new kids on the block,” said Mota, “but it’s a good thing. Already other clubs are contacting us to set up games”. For the twenty members of the new club, these are the words they want to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The team has already played and won their first game, 3-0  against Corvallis at North Albany Middle School and looking forward to more exhibition games during spring term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LBCC soccer club is a group of people with a comman passion for playing soccer, some are old hands, others are just starting. The club is open to everyone, men and women equally, with no limit to number of people who can&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Sdzq-n01WdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nic-SRgj3BY/s1600-h/1111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Sdzq-n01WdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nic-SRgj3BY/s320/1111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322387221208455634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; join. Currently, Boylan has been setting up fundraisers to cover costs of equipment, uniforms, referees, travel and more. According to Boylan, the team has a tentative fundraiser in place for April 14th, at &lt;a href="http://www.redrobin.com/home/locate.aspx?id=183&amp;amp;dist=0"&gt;Red Robin&lt;/a&gt; in Albany from five to eight p.m. where ten percent of register sales will go to the club. Fundraisers like these help make the possibility of becoming a part of the Cascade Collegiate Soccer League (CCSL) a reality. The CCSL is coordinated by &lt;a href="mailto:scottsan360@hotmail.com"&gt;Scott Milum&lt;/a&gt; of Central Oregon Community College meant for Collegiate level club teams and allows for each team to play each other twice during the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art Mota new coach of the LBCC Soccer Club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The club has only been official for approximately three weeks, so spring term is dedicated to the club members practicing, getting to know one another, and playing exhibition games with the goal of joining eight other northwest collegiate teams in the Cascade Collegiate Soccer League.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens if they are accepted to the league? The game season will run from August to November and additional funding to cover costs will come from affordable member dues. Upon being accepted to the CCSL, approximately 16 members will play on the traveling team, with additional opportunities for other members to play games. When I asked Mota what drives students to join the club, he said “They have taken soccer classes in the past, want to try something different, or are aspiring to play at a higher level”.  Mota continued by saying that playing with a club is a great way for new, young athletes to get noticed and build friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates and times will vary for future soccer games because, as a club, they have to coordinate around everyone’s work and school schedule, including the opposing team. This can be a large downfall because it makes practices hard to schedule, and even harder to attend for some. Boylan did not seem worried though, “We're a hardworking team, always going to be fighting at every game, and for every opportunity to try and improve". So while LBCC has had some losses in programs, it has also made some gains, one of which is the soccer club. If free entertainment (yes games are free), showing support for your school, or your friends on the team is not a win-win situation, then I don’t know what is.  Contact Art Mota at 917-4730 for more information on joining the team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fast Facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Linn Benton Community College welcomes new soccer club.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;They will play games against other Northwest Colleges.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"We're the new kids on the block."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dates and times vary for games.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Club  may lay foundation for soccer program at LBCC .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-1976418204807317878?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/1976418204807317878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=1976418204807317878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/1976418204807317878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/1976418204807317878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-kids-on-block.html' title='New Kids on the Block'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Sdzq-n01WdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nic-SRgj3BY/s72-c/1111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-5775947063871293690</id><published>2009-03-29T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:44:21.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How I warmed my day at the Coast</title><content type='html'>Today is the last day of Spring Break, and I was determined to &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKdiAFctI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vwPqmtOiYLU/s1600-h/LinCity2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKdiAFctI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vwPqmtOiYLU/s200/LinCity2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318833031128380114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;make something of it and I certainly did not want to spend the day dealing with real estate woes, or wedding planning. Regardless of the weather, I was going to do something fun! Fortunately when I woke up, it was sunny so my mom and I decided to go to the coast.  We knew when we got there it would most likely be foul weather, but I knew we could find something to do, and inexpensively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;    First, we packed some snacks, including a half PB&amp;amp;J, a bag of strawberries, 1 small green apple, 2 string cheeses, Salsa, a small bag of corn chips, and iced tea. After loading supplies into the car, I appropriately slammed my head with the car door leaving a small scratch and a bruise on my forehead (Coincidentally during spring break '07, when taking a trip to the coast in I smashed my finger in my moms car door leaving a gaping, painful wound).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBJpzEtwCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IBvevUp0FoM/s1600-h/LinCity1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBJpzEtwCI/AAAAAAAAAEY/IBvevUp0FoM/s200/LinCity1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318832142358003746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Our first stop was the beach at Road's End, where the Dory Cove restaurant used to be a landmark, but burned down a few years back. I noticed all the 'For Sale' markers on the beach front property and wondering if they, like my mom, had been watching too many Tsunami movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKjCQDYLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ytrZ_Ib8XlQ/s1600-h/LinCity4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKjCQDYLI/AAAAAAAAAFI/ytrZ_Ib8XlQ/s200/LinCity4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318833125684633778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  When you're going to encounter some of Oregon's finest beaches on a cold, windy day remember these things:&lt;br /&gt;1) Dress warmer than you think you need to be, wear gloves and a scarf!&lt;br /&gt;2) Don't bother stying your hair or your face.&lt;br /&gt;3) Wear a hooded sweater so when mobs of people start feeding the seagulls right next to you you wont get poop in your hair, which wont be swishing around (The Italians seem to believe that when pooped on by pigeons/seagulls it brings good luck, particularly in Venice where a quarter of the birds have hepatitis).&lt;br /&gt;4) If you get pooped on, and it happens to be in your unkempt hair, let it dry- then it will flake off when lightly brushed (so says the Italians).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to the Italian's advice about bird poop . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So we walked a small ways down the beach, watching people trying to use their kites, feed the maniacal seagulls, and play chicken with the waves. We decided to head back to the car and eat our snacks, since it looked like rain clouds were blowing towards us.  Safely in the car munching on our sandwich, we watched a family try to picnic but were thwarted by swarming seagulls and being pelted by the rain and swooshed by the wind. I suggested to my mom we leave since it was starting to resemble one of Hitchcock's finest flicks, and because it was giving me the heebie-jeebies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKKIDHsMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A8eVM6Kw4n0/s1600-h/LinCity6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKKIDHsMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/A8eVM6Kw4n0/s200/LinCity6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318832697744273602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next best thing the beach has to offer is the shopping! We headed down Highway 101 for Lincoln City's finest. First stop was at a wine shop called &lt;a href="http://cj-boutique.com/"&gt;C&amp;amp;J Boutique: Wine-Cheese-Cigars&lt;/a&gt;, where you can go  wine tasting for FREE! My mom and I tasted some great local wines from &lt;a href="http://honeywoodwinery.com/index.php?main_page=product_info&amp;amp;products_id=16"&gt;Honeywood Winery&lt;/a&gt; in Salem, &lt;a href="http://www.eolahillswinery.com/Raspberry_Vin_d_Ete_Oregon_Dessert_Wine.html"&gt;Eola Hills Wine&lt;/a&gt; and a more expensive Italian wine by &lt;a href="http://www.cascinacastlet.com/en-GB/litina.html"&gt;Cascina Castlet&lt;/a&gt;, along with some brie from &lt;a href="http://www.blueheronoregon.com/"&gt;Blue Heron&lt;/a&gt;, and a locally made treat called Triple Chocolate Nirvana, by &lt;a href="http://www.carolinesdesserts.com/"&gt;Caroline's Desserts&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBLc52oHPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2YCEqVRUVu4/s1600-h/LinCity12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBLc52oHPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2YCEqVRUVu4/s200/LinCity12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318834119862918386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBLYOE5KwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NTkrN1zrDhA/s1600-h/LinCity13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBLYOE5KwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/NTkrN1zrDhA/s200/LinCity13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318834039392119554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In the same shopping center we stopped at a favorite candle company where you can smell and buy a variety of candles for yourself or gifts. You'll spend a little more on &lt;a href="http://www.newportbaycandle.com/"&gt;Newport Bay Candles&lt;/a&gt; but they're bigger, burn longer and cleaner than most store bought votives. My favorite thing about NB Candles are the fact you only need to burn and the fragrance carries throughout your home or space.  The Fragrances we purchased are &lt;a href="http://www.newportbaycandle.com/home.cfm?dir_cat=17353"&gt;Pomegranite&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.newportbaycandle.com/home.cfm?dir_cat=43486"&gt;Oregon Noble Fir&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.newportbaycandle.com/home.cfm?dir_cat=43474"&gt; Red Hot Cinnamon&lt;/a&gt;, and new smells Freedom (a mix of strawberry, vanilla and blueberry) ,and Coconut/Cranberry which cant be purchased online yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After that we headed down the strip to the &lt;a href="http://www.christmascottage.net/"&gt;Christmas Shop &lt;/a&gt;where you can find multitudes of Christmas ornaments all year round, and at all price levels. Its a great place to go if you love&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBLifV0j6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/eiaeWoawzyc/s1600-h/LinCity14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBLifV0j6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/eiaeWoawzyc/s200/LinCity14.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318834215825215394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas or you want to purchase a gift for someone, or in my mom's case, your tree doesn't have enough pink flamingo ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  In this same shopping mall, between the NB Candle Store and Christmas Cottage there is a great, inexpensive Mexican restaurant called La Roca, even though we didnt stop there this time, smells permeating the walls made our tummies grumble with memories of past burritos and good times had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKqflBV9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pu438KSlmH0/s1600-h/LinCity8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKqflBV9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/pu438KSlmH0/s200/LinCity8.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318833253816293330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We concluded our visit to Lincoln City at &lt;a href="http://www.dexknows.com/business_profiles/tikis_at_51st-l802323843"&gt;Tiki's at 51st&lt;/a&gt;, kiddy corner from Mo's.  Whats great about Tiki's is that it looks like a surf shop you'd see in the 60's on a California beac, covered in Kitchy beach finds. They serve everything from Stumptown Coffee, Tillamook Ice Cream, Hot Dogs, Cheese/Veggie Burgers and Fish tacos! While sitting outside (some covered seating available) licking your chocolate chip mint ice cream and admiring your tiki trinkets purchased inside, you can chat with talking Blue and Gold Macaw Gypsy who dances to music and nods her head to questions. You can also pose in back of funny beach goer bodies or try and appease the tiki head by letting him taste some of your mom's ice cream while she isn't looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBLTSDXfrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/844yJ9r534o/s1600-h/LinCity9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBLTSDXfrI/AAAAAAAAAFg/844yJ9r534o/s200/LinCity9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318833954560114354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Stopped at the corner of 51st and HWY 101, I noticed a great looking art shop on the left corner, offering everything painted in skulls and across the street a Pirate Pastry  Shop! Who knew pastries could fend off scurvy? All these great shops down one small section of a long highway, what more could you ask for.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKwy1ieYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QRExnAa_B5A/s1600-h/LinCity10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKwy1ieYI/AAAAAAAAAFY/QRExnAa_B5A/s200/LinCity10.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318833362065062274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBMqHPFqYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vWHx2Y5BH9g/s1600-h/LinCity7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBMqHPFqYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/vWHx2Y5BH9g/s200/LinCity7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318835446305106306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, even though I didnt get to spend much time on the beach, and the sun was hardly out,  I had a great last day of Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All photos taken by Becca Martino Mar 29. 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-5775947063871293690?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5775947063871293690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=5775947063871293690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5775947063871293690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5775947063871293690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-warms-foul-weather-day-at-coast.html' title='How I warmed my day at the Coast'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SdBKdiAFctI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vwPqmtOiYLU/s72-c/LinCity2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-1257911344864252669</id><published>2009-03-22T22:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T23:15:06.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drink for the Community's Sake</title><content type='html'>Every St. Patrick's Day, Salem residents gather at local bar and McMenamin's chain called Boon's Treasury, who celebrate in style by wearing green, eating traditional Irish fair, clapping along to live music, oh and don't forget McMenamin's Irish stout! When I spoke on the phone to longtime employee named Sam, he said that for as long as he could remember, they've always celebrated the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SccoP6bvRrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fSpN9M6jLh8/s1600-h/P3180081.JPG"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SccoP6bvRrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fSpN9M6jLh8/s320/P3180081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316262138982909618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; Lynnette Martino and Valerie Karnes raise their glasses to St. Patty! Lynnette is drinking the Irish Stout and Valerie is drinking McMenamin's Ruby Ale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, even though I had a paper due Tuesday night at midnight, and a chemistry final in the morning I decided to go take a look for myself to see what it was all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night's lineup included Oregon Defense Force Pipeband who have been playing the pipe's since 1971 according to the band's &lt;a href="http://odfpipeband.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;,  accompanied by an Irish Dancer, which started around 8:15 in the evening playing for a half hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c0e1c2b1117aa489" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0e1c2b1117aa489%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323962%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A2FD100A59B5ED9ABD23F0BDB89C82BB602A188.1962270F0C372F3C4BCBD8E6AEEC28EF59A953FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0e1c2b1117aa489%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTijBL0wPSZpFHCqhJczMGn0Ic7M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0e1c2b1117aa489%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323962%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A2FD100A59B5ED9ABD23F0BDB89C82BB602A188.1962270F0C372F3C4BCBD8E6AEEC28EF59A953FD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0e1c2b1117aa489%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DTijBL0wPSZpFHCqhJczMGn0Ic7M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Don't know the lyric's to Irish Eyes are Smiling? Don't worry, the Oregon Defense Force Pipeband encourages audiences to sing-along with lyrics written on some tagboard.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditional food included Corn Beef Cabbage and Irish Reuben's served alongside McMenamin's Irish Stout. Now I am a vegetarian so I didn't try the grubs, but I can testify that the Irish stout is a mighty tasty beer, not too dark or hoppy in flavor for those who don't enjoy Guinness, but like a flavorful beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many restaurants and businesses, celebratory nights on holidays are often the most anticipated, especially in our economy. Continuing my phone interview with Sam, he said that the economy hadn't hit them too hard, only having to lay-off a less than part time employee;  saying that nights like this, are their biggest money making nights of the year and help reduce the chance of further layoffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Salem residents like myself, celebrating St. Patrick's Day at McMenamin's  gives us a chance to set aside stresses like college finals, and to pretend we're Irish for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo /video credits: © Becca Martino 2009.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-1257911344864252669?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c0e1c2b1117aa489&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/1257911344864252669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=1257911344864252669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/1257911344864252669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/1257911344864252669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/03/drink-for-communitys-sake.html' title='Drink for the Community&apos;s Sake'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SccoP6bvRrI/AAAAAAAAAEM/fSpN9M6jLh8/s72-c/P3180081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-9091618201737769522</id><published>2009-03-15T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:52:22.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids say the darndest things</title><content type='html'>Saturday night I went to celebrate my moms 60th birthday at a local Indian restaurant called India Palace. As a vegetarian, I really enjoy eating a wide variety of food from all different ethnicities, especially Indian, Thai and Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those attending were my adult cousins Dar &amp;amp; Laura, my sister and her two sons Aspen 4, and Gabe 6 (almost 7), my moms best friend Sally, and myself and Kyle.  Before we got served Gabe was unsure that he wanted to eat anything except some Garlic Naan. Then a couple people ordered the tandoori chicken which peaked Gabe's interest. As we were educating Gabriel on the importance of sharing (especially with Aspen) he offered me a bite of his chicken.  So I had to decline and say that I dont eat meat, I am a vegetarian! This is how the dialogue followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabe:&lt;/span&gt; YOU'RE A VEGETARIAN?! *giggle giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabe:&lt;/span&gt; I eat meat only, sometimes vegetables! *giggle* That must make me a megetarian! *giggle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Actually that makes you an omnivore, if you only ate meat you would be a carnivore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabe:&lt;/span&gt; What about cannibals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Cannibals eat humans, actually they eat each other like people eating people, hamsters eating hamsters, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rachel: &lt;/span&gt;it's when one species eats its own species&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gabe: &lt;/span&gt;Why do some people only eat vegetables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; [thinking how do you explain awfulness of factory farms to a 7 year old] well Gabe, some people really love vegetables, and some people don't like the way animals are treated in factory farms. Personally, I really love vegetables and I dont like the taste of meat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Aspen proceeds to try and share his "chicky" with me. So I say, No Aspen, i think Chicky is gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Gabe and I continue our conversation, Aspen runs behind the table and proceeds to spit out all his chewed up "chicky" on the floor behind us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-9091618201737769522?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/9091618201737769522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=9091618201737769522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/9091618201737769522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/9091618201737769522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids say the darndest things'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-8803901478907336998</id><published>2009-03-11T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T18:24:06.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shivering with anticipation</title><content type='html'>Boy oh boy! This term has a lot in store for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I filled out my graduation worksheet and knowing that I have fulfilled something this monumental is exciting! Up until this point the most accomplished thing I have done was graduate high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second on the list today, is my very first offer making on a potential home for kyle and I. Cross your fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Becca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-8803901478907336998?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/8803901478907336998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=8803901478907336998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/8803901478907336998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/8803901478907336998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/03/shivering-with-anticipation.html' title='Shivering with anticipation'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-6858468235203293680</id><published>2009-03-07T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T19:38:44.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resorting to Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SbLp23ARxUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mcv-8XOB5pA/s1600-h/Coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SbLp23ARxUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mcv-8XOB5pA/s200/Coffee.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310564039310558530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people who know me today would not classify me as a coffee drinker. I drink tea, I eat burritos, that is who I am. Coffee is not a part of my life. However, any of the people who knew me in high school know that i used to drink coffee all the time- my favorite: Almond Rocha Mocha or straight black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In highschool a typical weekend night for me was spent at Shari's where we (my boyfriend at the time and a few  or several of his friends) would stay there for at least 5 hours drinking coffee and chatting until the sun was thinking about rising then we would retreat to our beds until about 3 pm.  One night, not so different than the one just described, I had an awful feeling in my stomach after my second cup of Shari's coffee, black. When I got home I spent the next two days in bed with stomach cramps and diarrhea and I vowed to never drink coffee again. It wasn't long after that when I broke my vow and was back to my regular almond rocha mocha's at school. It was glorious, I just had the stomach flu I told myself and coffee could &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;never &lt;/span&gt;be the culprit of such horrible pain. Or so i told myself. But after every 16 ounce Almond Rocha Mocha I would have stomach cramps and the inevitible 'runny tummy'.  This time I was a quitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling good when I got up, and enjoyed a healthy protein packed breakfast of eggs and fake sausage and my 'black n blue' whole wheat pancakes, a good afternoon work out at Curves and now I am ready for bed at 1 in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the 12 hours of sleep i had wednesday night and 2 naps on thursday, plus the 12 hours of sleep I had last night would cure me of a never ending tiredness.That weekend in San Diego definitely must have been a doozy for me.  Now, as I sit in my room needing to complete four term papers and fighting off sleep, I am resorting to folgers instant coffee with a tablespoon of vanilla syrup and a package of sugar (we have no creamer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello old friend, don't kill my stomach please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-6858468235203293680?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/6858468235203293680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=6858468235203293680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/6858468235203293680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/6858468235203293680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/03/resorting-to-coffee.html' title='Resorting to Coffee'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SbLp23ARxUI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mcv-8XOB5pA/s72-c/Coffee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-7895420122329890289</id><published>2009-03-04T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T20:41:30.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turn and Face the Strange</title><content type='html'>It was 6 something in the morning on Sunday March 1st, our last morning in beautiful San Diego as  Max's  alarm goes off appropriately playing "Changes" by David Bowie, even though I protested the alarm music switch the night before as I had gotten used to waking up to "Pressure" by Queen. "Turn and face the strange," Bowie tells me,"Ch-Ch-Changes".  I grumble a little bit  before someone started yelling at me to wake up so I could go exploring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now home, I always find that a vacation, no matter how small is very mind clearing for myself.  I am facing some extremely large changes in my life right now and I found Bowie's tunes to be encouraging. My whole life is being flipped around from the minor like graduating this June to the major by getting married in August. Not only is "tying the knot" a huge change itself, but I have to live with a BOY for the first time, in a house that is "ours". I will have to leave my safety net of school and start the 40 hour work week as he just got accepted into the fire technology program at Chemeketa Community College. Kyle and I are officially changing roles as it were, I will be trying to pay the bills while he puts his nose back in a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I'm 24, this is the first time in my life where I feel like I can be acknowledged as an adult. I will potentially have people seeking my services as a photographer; someone will be depending on me to keep a roof over their head and food in their tummy. My cat population will significantly decrease from seven to two since because I cant afford vet bills and cat supplies for these little guys on my own. No longer will I be having the reassurance of my mom covering whatever I can't, like groceries or gas for my car, nor can I take off on random vacations whenever I get a wild hair. This is the first time in my life (aside from my three months in Italy) that I will not live under my mother's roof and the pennies are so scared they're jumping from my almost empty pockets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, look out you rock'n'rollers, Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes, turn and face the strange"&lt;br /&gt;Sing on, David Bowie, Sing On.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-7895420122329890289?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/7895420122329890289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=7895420122329890289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7895420122329890289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7895420122329890289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/03/turn-and-face-strange.html' title='Turn and Face the Strange'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-2293124948300257608</id><published>2009-03-02T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:32:20.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 hours of sleep in the Golden State</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Sax5-eu3YNI/AAAAAAAAADc/OJRet1K91S8/s1600-h/SanD3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Sax5-eu3YNI/AAAAAAAAADc/OJRet1K91S8/s200/SanD3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308752175071453394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the Golden State with my crew at the &lt;a href="http://commuter.linnbenton.edu/"&gt;Commuter&lt;/a&gt;, Linn Benton Community College's Newspaper. We left on Wednesday arriving 18 hours later in San Diego around 1:30 Thursday afternoon- much earlier than expected (especially with Greg driving 10 miles under the speed limit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking with a fellow commuter, Chris, window shopping in stores around the Old Town district and he said "I've learned a lot about myself by being here". I told him that it would make a good article for our paper, and his comment lead to this blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recounting the whirlwind of activities I realized I didn't speak much about my fiance Kyle, but had a lot to say about everything else. I even had stuff to say when I wasn't very coherent. On the drive home last night through this morning, it came to me. It is easy for me to communicate about the more depressing details of my life, or the exciting ones, but when it comes to something I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; really&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; love I like to keep it all to myself. Keeping good memories about Kyle to myself means no one can damage them or take them away from me. Somehow this allows me to feel like I am protecting Kyle, that I am keeping him safe from an uncertain world and he'll always be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I hear other girls going on about their boyfriends and fiance's and I don't want people thinking, wow that girl has a fiance but other than the ring on her finger you would never know. It is not because I am unfaithful or looking to be so, or that I am trying to keep some kind of secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is because I am keeping Kyle in a place more sacred than my heart- he will always be a permanent fixture in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;photo taken on Coronado Beach, San Diego CA. on March 1st, 2009 by &lt;a href="http://cherrycityphotos.shutterfly.com"&gt;Becca Martino&lt;/a&gt;. All rights reserved.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-2293124948300257608?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2293124948300257608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=2293124948300257608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2293124948300257608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2293124948300257608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2009/03/15-hours-of-sleep-in-golden-state.html' title='15 hours of sleep in the Golden State'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/Sax5-eu3YNI/AAAAAAAAADc/OJRet1K91S8/s72-c/SanD3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-6506646521849596064</id><published>2008-12-17T13:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:43:30.979-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooh La La Paris</title><content type='html'>Oo la la Paris ~&lt;br /&gt;My time in Paris was well spent; I did a lot of running around and freezing. In fact, I did so much of both the skin on the backs of my calves was rubbed raw. I kid you not.  So we arrived on the 11th, unfortunately the ‘airline that is always on time’ Easyjet, was not on time (either coming or going). Actually it was an hour late departing from both Pisa and Paris. By the time we got to our hotel on Thursday night it was actually early Friday morning and mom and I were exhausted. We woke up the first morning early to get breakfast then we went back to bed till about 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 12th was spent in two very beautiful places, the first, Notre Dame. It was a very beautiful cathedral similar to some of the ones I have seen around Italy. Why does it seem that the Catholics and Presbyterians always seem to get the pretty churches? Anyway, After that mom and I got tea and a strawberry crepe (creepy is how I like to call them) and took a cab to the Louvre. It was important that we go tonight because it was free entrance on Friday night after 5 for anyone under 26 (or unemployed) and I happened to be both! I thought, I could easily master this museum in 3 hours, but I was deadly wrong. Fortunately for you guys I didn’t die literally, just mentally. The Louvre has to be the most beautiful museum and building I’ve ever laid my eyes on, and I was so happy to be in Paris. We went and saw the famous things, mainly the Mona Lisa but we also went and saw some other works of Da Vinci, and Picasso and Delacroix. I also was fascinated with all the statues they had that were Greek and Roman. If you want to know what else we saw I suggest you pick up a book that has a list of the works of art.&lt;br /&gt;After the Louvre we went in search of a vegetarian restaurant which turned out to be a very posh bar that served me a 10 euro hash brown, aka Potato pancake. I was starving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 13th – the day of realizations.&lt;br /&gt;I realized that my dear friends in Italy were flying home without me. I was okay with this because I was not flying back to the U.S. on the other hand it was very difficult saying (sort of) Goodbyes. Mom is not feeling well and hadn’t since yesterday so she stayed the day in the Hotel. Unfortunately it was today I realized I packed only 2 pair of socks and underwear each and it looked as if I’d be doing laundry in the bathroom sink.  Also, how was I to be cleaning my teeth without a toothbrush? I ended up going to the corner store and picked up 2 apples, some clementines, brie, crackers and a toothbrush. But since we had no hotel room fridge, I tied the brie in a plastic sack to the window rail since it was only 0 degrees centigrade outside! Today I went to see the Musee De L’Orangerie, the Musee D’Orsay, and the Eiffle Tower. I liked the Musee d Orange something or other because it was an easy museum to tackle. It held Monet, and I was introduced to Cezanne, Modigliani, and others. I wasn’t expecting what was the Musee D’Orsay. It was massive. I felt almost as overwhelmed in here as I did in the louvre, and I definitely didn’t give myself enough time to conquer the entire thing feeling in the end as if I missed all the good stuff. In here we had Van Gogh, Monet, Manet, Degas, Lacombe, and others. (Same thing from the Louvre, go get a book)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 14th-15h- I’ll make this shortwinded so you don’t fall asleep. The 14th was a big day, the last full day I had in Paris and I wasn’t going to waste it in bed. Not that my mom was wasting it, but she was ill, and I was not. I discovered the metro today and it came in handy, I stayed dry and less cold than the night before potentially saving my calves. So I went to see the big monuments, Tour Montparnasse, the Montparnasse cemetery, Pantheon, Eiffel tower (went last night too), Arc de Triomphe (thank Napolean for his arrogance), Concorde and Madeline. On the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15th I went up and saw the Sacre Couer (Sacred Heart Basilica) and Moulin Rouge before catching the plane. IT was then I realized that my calves were rubbed raw and I was starving and exhausted and cold (at least I was dry).  Paris treated me decently, and I would love to go back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-6506646521849596064?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/6506646521849596064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=6506646521849596064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/6506646521849596064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/6506646521849596064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/12/ooh-la-la-paris.html' title='Ooh La La Paris'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-5932317827428390333</id><published>2008-12-17T03:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T03:55:27.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Firenze. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjoHCNWZRI/AAAAAAAAACk/lSxPd3bBpZY/s1600-h/PC060911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280725770641499410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjoHCNWZRI/AAAAAAAAACk/lSxPd3bBpZY/s200/PC060911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. my time in Firenze has come to an end. I cant say its sad because I had a fantastic time and great memories that can never be replaced. I was sad to say goodbye to my friends on Thursday when I took off for Paris, and now that I have returned all i have to say goodbye to is Firenze. So i thought i would enlighten you on what my Firenze is about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Firenze is..&lt;br /&gt;a town that never sleeps&lt;br /&gt;a town that can never make up her mind on the weather&lt;br /&gt;a town where a beautiful bridge was saved by a Nazi in WW2&lt;br /&gt;a town you can climb over 400 steps inside of a dome to see over the whole city&lt;br /&gt;a town where cats are in a paradise called the Boboli Gardens&lt;br /&gt;a town where you fight for your right to walk on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;a town where if you dont finish your plate it means you dont like the food and you wont get dessert&lt;br /&gt;a town where an Indian-Italian man thinks its a sin if you dont take your leftovers home.&lt;br /&gt;a town where i am greeted in my favorite restaurants&lt;br /&gt;a town where the pizza man makes a margherita pizza in the shape of a heart or dances with you&lt;br /&gt;a town where pizza is reasonably priced (anything over 5 euros is expensive).&lt;br /&gt;a town where I can buy my fruit and veggies from a fruittivendolo&lt;br /&gt;a town where I get to walk past historically important art every day&lt;br /&gt;a town where I can walk up the hill to listen to the monks nightly prayers&lt;br /&gt;a town where the river looks similar to the Willamette&lt;br /&gt;a town where dogs poop everywhere.. its like a landfield.&lt;br /&gt;a town where stop signs are mere suggestions.. if there are any.&lt;br /&gt;a town where pedestrians, bicycles, cars, and motorbikes have equal street and sidewalk rites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are only a few things about my Firenze that I am sharing with you, for I think everyone should come and visit and decide what makes their Firenze. If you cant get here though, you should figure out what makes your home, your home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-5932317827428390333?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5932317827428390333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=5932317827428390333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5932317827428390333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5932317827428390333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-florence.html' title='My Firenze. . .'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjoHCNWZRI/AAAAAAAAACk/lSxPd3bBpZY/s72-c/PC060911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-783141888585270292</id><published>2008-12-09T04:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T04:05:50.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting colder!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjqkPkJDVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cB-dbSDCPOU/s1600-h/IMG_7631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280728471466216786" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjqkPkJDVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cB-dbSDCPOU/s200/IMG_7631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tuscan Hills &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temperature outside is dropping so quickly. There is no understatement when they told us to pack lots of layers in our luggage. I was wearing about six myself, just the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom finally arrived on Thursday and it was really good to see her. I keep having to remember that she is not acclimated to the city yet and not to run her off her own feet (the cobblestone can be trecherous).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Thursday I took her out to dinner at Goldenview and it was very tasty! Its one of the most expensive restaurants on our meal voucher list. Then Friday I met up with her and we went to the Bargello and walked around town, took a visit at the German market and ate some tasty food at Il Teatro (another meal voucher place thats just as tasty as Goldenview).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I took her to a small town called Lucca, and even though it had been downpouring since Thursday night we had sunny weather all day. The purpose of going to Lucca is because the Lucca Digital Photo Fest was going on and they had a ton of exhibitions. There were about 10 locations around Lucca each holding 3-4 exhibits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To our pleasant surprise, Lucca had lights strung up everywhere as well as some markets going on around town! So after our jaunt to a couple of locations to see the photos we decided to peruse the markets. Even more to our surprise we discovered an ice skating rink and a chocolate festival going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjqkPg1_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/chDFchzNYV0/s1600-h/IMG_7547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280728471452384930" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjqkPg1_qI/AAAAAAAAAC8/chDFchzNYV0/s200/IMG_7547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; boboli gardens, a cats paradise &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we took our time getting ready for the day and decided to take advantage of the sunshine and go to the Boboli Gardens. These are some massive gardens on the Pitti Palace property (once occupied by the Medici's). Unfortunately my mom and i seem to have some bad timing and ended up getting slightly lost while they were closing. This creepy woman came on the loudspeaker and was announcing for people to exit. All of a sudden there were no people in the gardens at all and suddenly i felt my life was threatened. In all reality it wasn't, but it was reminiscent of a scene out of a horror movie (ie Battle Royale)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately we made it out safely, and I did happen to find a 25 lb cat in the gardens at he was really cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had signed my mom and i up for wine tours with Todd of tuscantrails.com. He came and taught three classes at my school for us, 2 on wine and 1 on olive oil so I knew it would be a good tour and I was not disappointed. He took us up into the beautiful Chianti hills which were so colorful, lush and gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjqjx6uYlI/AAAAAAAAACs/l2oSXqYWNeM/s1600-h/PC060781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280728463507874386" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjqjx6uYlI/AAAAAAAAACs/l2oSXqYWNeM/s200/PC060781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom in vineyards in Chianti, swiping at fruit flies&lt;br /&gt;This is the last official week of our trip and I am very sad to be parting ways with my roommates and classmates (and of course, Firenze). Forunately I still have one week left with my mom (she happens to be cooking a house dinner tonight).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-783141888585270292?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/783141888585270292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=783141888585270292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/783141888585270292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/783141888585270292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-getting-colder.html' title='It&apos;s getting colder!'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SUjqkPkJDVI/AAAAAAAAAC0/cB-dbSDCPOU/s72-c/IMG_7631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-2030800502240803009</id><published>2008-12-01T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T05:09:06.945-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReCAP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/STaB0TtlMbI/AAAAAAAAACU/7nFKsrWa5rs/s1600-h/IMG_0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275546749155750322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/STaB0TtlMbI/AAAAAAAAACU/7nFKsrWa5rs/s200/IMG_0435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Katie C trying to keep her umbrella under control. The wind won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since Venice, I am sorry for not updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;November has FLOWN past and I am amazed it's already December! December marks the end of my journey and I am feeling the panic go to see things while I still can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother arrives in Florence on the 4th, which makes it exactly two weeks, exactly fourteen days until I go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home... how I miss you (especially burritos) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275543816448069698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/STZ_JmhlUEI/AAAAAAAAACE/yH35-Q7p_yc/s200/IMG_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the first weekend of November was spent in Dublin! I went with 6 other people- Andrew, Katie C, Candace, Shantyel, Amanda, and Alex. Why? Despite the fact that the Irish have the loveliest accents in the world we were going to see the Flogging Molly show (which was the best fun)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275546740002877714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/STaBzxnXcRI/AAAAAAAAACM/mupUN4Nhnk0/s200/IMG_0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our weekend was very cold and wet, yet we had the most fun! Friday night we went to the show, Saturday morning we slept in then we went and saw Trinity College, shopped and got dry in a Starbucks and went and saw James Bond after getting our dinner in an Irish equivalent to a Quick E Mart. Sunday we went to Planet Hollywood and walked and saw a Castle, and walked past some other castles, then we went to the Guinness Brewery &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275546763928722018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/STaB1Kvu2mI/AAAAAAAAACc/oZ1B2zrpmw0/s200/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;which was a lot of fun and really interesting. After that we split up as a group and Alex, Katie and I walked to Kilmainham Gaol, which the desk clerk at our hostel was a 5 minute walk from the storehouse (it was actually 45 minutes). Since we were short on time we caught a bus back to O'Connell st. which was being used for a Christmas Tree lighting and ran back to our hostel fighting our way through the masses of crowds. Since O'Connell was blocked it really prohibited us from getting back to the airport! So we asked our hostel people where we could catch the bus, but Amanda had text Katie directions so we followed them. And got lost. So we spent the next 15 minutes running around in the freezing cold trying to find a bus that would go to the airport. Finally we flagged down a random bus and the driver told us to hop on. He was doing all he could to get us to the right bus stop! Sadly, we ended back where we started, literally down the street from the hostel, in which we walked back to the street that started the same journey all over again. Fortuantely we found the right way go to and found our bus stop, in which we were told upon arrival the bus would be late. And it was... 5 minutes... no bus...10 minutes...no bus... 15 minutes... no bus... PANIC! we had 45 minutes to get to the airport so we finally flagged a taxi driver down, named Eugene who was possibly the nicest man ever. After a friendly conversation about politics we arrived at the airport just in time to catch our plane. I also, had apparently caught a cold and was feeling it the minute I sat in my seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week and weekend I was busy being really, really sick. My throat felt like it was on fire, which in turn made  my ears feel like they were on  fire, which made it IMPOSSIBLE to sleep! I spent 12 days on antibiotics and felt a lot better just to feel like crap again during thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our thanksgiving we had 5 days off from school and most of the kids took off to other countries. Katie R, my roommate, and I were the only 2 who stayed home. Wednesday that week we went to Piti Palace to see the Modern Art museum and then we went shopping! Thursday we took off for Bologna, where i went and saw Flogging Molly yet again! I must say they put on a much better show here than in Ireland! Friday we came home and crashed, Saturday we went to the market and cooked and ate all day and had a wonderful thanksgiving with a bunch of foreigners. 5 were from the states, 2 were from Norway and 1 was from Germany. The Norwegians and German had never celebrated a thanksgiving before so they were all very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update more later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-2030800502240803009?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2030800502240803009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=2030800502240803009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2030800502240803009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2030800502240803009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/12/recap.html' title='ReCAP!'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/STaB0TtlMbI/AAAAAAAAACU/7nFKsrWa5rs/s72-c/IMG_0435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-1816031091324077662</id><published>2008-11-05T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T04:14:54.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing in the Rain- In Venice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SRGNBiiN0XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pTSU0PbsxcY/s1600-h/IMG_6819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265144496962523506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SRGNBiiN0XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pTSU0PbsxcY/s320/IMG_6819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I would just like to start by saying Go Obama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are well here in Florence, I spent part of my night at a big election party occupied by mostly Obama supporters. The event was large, with at least a few thousand in attendance through-out the night. It was held between six pm to four am. A modgepodge of events were taking place inside Saschall's, a large concert hall on the outskirts of Florence. There were live bands, two large screens with CNN, booths (mostly supporting Obama), free food, open bar, and people milling about trying to settle in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. Pictures and more to come about the election party. Now about Venice..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265137990115858562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SRGHGypFGII/AAAAAAAAABs/95mfIOfaq84/s320/IMG_6910.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The five of us, Me, Katie Cook, Shantel, Amanda and Jacie left early Friday morning on the 31st of October, hoping there would be some great happenings in the squares of Venice. When we arrived it was raining and cold and everyone was about with their umbrellas. All the colors made such a lovely introduction to a beautiful city. We found our hostel, luckily, and dropped things off and set out for an adventure. There are so many shops of masks and glass it's mind boggling. The canals are equally mind boggling because there are so many, and each feels unique with it's own special characteristics such as plants hanging from windows or colorful boats lining the narrow passageways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We returned after great exploration for a rest, a change of clothes and a gathering of moral. Our room was quaint, and our five beds, reminiscent of the 60's with their green burbur covers were side to side taking up two-thirds of the room. The other third was used as walking space to our spacious and clean bathroom. Fortunately Katie Cook decided to do pilates which turned into a comical event of us trying to mimic her on our Orphanage-like beds. A seach through our tourists books lead us to believe there was a Mexican restaurant on the island that would be open for dinner, and we were greatly disappointed when they kept telling us to come back in a half an hour. So we decided to depart that idea and get dinner else where.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were not really surprised though to find that Venice really had no nightlife, afterall we had been properly warned. On the other hand there were masses of children running amok trying to get treats from every shop open, including the butcher shops! We decided to head back to the hostel for a second dry off and to call it an early night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next morning we were greeted by blue skies, sunshine, and two crazy sounding alarms that lasted for five minutes each and did not seem to cause anyone on the island to panic. We were off for the day to have breakfast and to do some serious shopping! We just happened to wander past a location to get on the Gondola's so we decided to go on a 50 minute ride and it was so much fun! The rest of the day was fulfilled by lots of walking, snacking, shopping and visiting the flooded Piazza San Marco which was not flooded the previous day. Fortunately we had a mostly dry day and only a slight amount of rain. We concluded our day by early dinner at a cafeteria then departing around 4:30 to Firenze sweet Firenze! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265141372278596834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SRGKLqLg5OI/AAAAAAAAAB0/5maBLnQnm3c/s320/IMG_6997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a happy Gondolier&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-1816031091324077662?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/1816031091324077662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=1816031091324077662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/1816031091324077662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/1816031091324077662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/11/singing-in-rain-in-venice.html' title='Singing in the Rain- In Venice!'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SRGNBiiN0XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/pTSU0PbsxcY/s72-c/IMG_6819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-4122617782808324516</id><published>2008-10-27T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T02:54:17.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend me your Ears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SQWOV0xmbtI/AAAAAAAAABk/NfnUGZMuHCY/s1600-h/IMG_6106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261768245247373010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SQWOV0xmbtI/AAAAAAAAABk/NfnUGZMuHCY/s320/IMG_6106.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we just got back from Rome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rome was a very busy place, and we had a VERY busy weekend! I think we walked a culmination of about 30 miles for the weekend (friday-sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our trip on Friday morning, taking the fast train from Florence to Rome. After we dropped our stuff off at MJ Hostel, we went to the Vatican where we had a tour of the Museum, the Sistine Chapel and St. Peters Basilica. All of which are essentially connected by walkways, which is amazing! I have never seen so much beautiful art concentrated in an area like that before. To say that I have stood under Michaelangelo's fresco in the Sistine is something I never thought I would find myself saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(photo: standing near the Pope-hat fountain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that tour we walked all around Rome, finally ending at the Spanish steps (and there are a LOT of steps by the way). From there the group parted ways, and we all had dinner and gelatto and went back to the hostel. This was my first Hostel experience, and it was an interesting one. Our room was up like six flights of stairs and let me tell you that Roman stairs are VERY STEEP. The showers were grimey, but were a necessisty after walking that much! My bed was a sight for sore eyes except that it sloped to one side and that made for an interesting two nights sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- more pictures and the rest of Rome soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-4122617782808324516?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/4122617782808324516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=4122617782808324516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/4122617782808324516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/4122617782808324516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/10/friends-romans-countrymen-lend-me-your.html' title='Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend me your Ears'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SQWOV0xmbtI/AAAAAAAAABk/NfnUGZMuHCY/s72-c/IMG_6106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-7370936740046805638</id><published>2008-10-20T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:21:25.590-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying abroad'/><title type='text'>Ciao Bella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SQB3LdrGjHI/AAAAAAAAABU/EAvEExUct5U/s1600-h/IMG_5377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260335403596418162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SQB3LdrGjHI/AAAAAAAAABU/EAvEExUct5U/s320/IMG_5377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Hello! Last week was terribly busy! Lets start off by our guided Uffizi tour on Thursday by our wonderful Angela. Angela is a German women, who is fluent in German, English and Italian - and she is probably the most intelligent person I know! She is an Art Historian so she does most of our tours as well as our ILC lectures. I dont know how she stores all this information in her head but she does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;photo: Me in Lucca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we as a group went to Sienna and San Gimignano. Sienna is a rival of Florence, and they were at war with each other for about 300 years. Finally Florence conquered Sienna, but the Sienne's still hate the Florentines. (Really, all towns are rivals- just because). Sienna was a beautiful little city with a unique and fantastic history! Everywhere you went in that town had the smell of good food being cooked and it definitely made your mouth water. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SQCWUn4tRsI/AAAAAAAAABc/xFaaDbGXUu4/s1600-h/IMG_5975.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260369645817120450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SQCWUn4tRsI/AAAAAAAAABc/xFaaDbGXUu4/s320/IMG_5975.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We then went to San Gimignano, and it was another equally lovely peaceful little town. San Gimignano sits on a hilltop, like most of the towns, and it had gorgeous view points of the valleys of Italy. I enjoyed San Gimi a lot better, and it was then when I realised how much I love being here and how much I don't miss the United States. Then I got pooped on by a pigeon and quickly changed my mind! After that though a group of us went to a torture museum which was really a waste of 6 euros because mostly it was just drawings of examples of torture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;photo: me in San Gimi with all the towers behind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-7370936740046805638?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/7370936740046805638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=7370936740046805638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7370936740046805638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7370936740046805638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/10/ciao-bella.html' title='Ciao Bella!'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SQB3LdrGjHI/AAAAAAAAABU/EAvEExUct5U/s72-c/IMG_5377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-3442517446897018095</id><published>2008-10-13T06:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T07:49:53.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Highlights. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SPNQumXJMOI/AAAAAAAAABI/UkgzrP_Gx5c/s1600-h/PisaLucca-0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256633951573324002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SPNQumXJMOI/AAAAAAAAABI/UkgzrP_Gx5c/s320/PisaLucca-0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is going well here in Florence and I am commencing week three of my stay so I thought I would give you all some highlights. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far I have visted three other towns, Fiesole- a quiet Etruscan town minutes away from Florence. We also visited Pisa to see the leaning tower and Lucca (right) for a nice afternoon stroll. I have climbed the Duomo here in Florence and I visited the Uffizi and the Boboli Gardens with my museum pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SPNPTDNRpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/uWGCtHETZN4/s1600-h/PisaLucca-0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256632378768598242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SPNPTDNRpOI/AAAAAAAAABA/uWGCtHETZN4/s320/PisaLucca-0302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been sad that there are not very many animals in the center of Florence, especially cats. However when I went to the Boboli gardens on Saturday, I discovered that all the cats in Florence are there and it is quite a haven for them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday a group of us took a trip to Cinque Terre and what a grand day that was. I was swimming in the Ligurian Sea I realised that was THE highlight of my trip. The day was beautiful, and the sea was as clear as could be - you could see the fish swimming between you as you floated along. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I'll have more pictures and maybe some video up soon, tomorrow if not wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ciao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-3442517446897018095?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/3442517446897018095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=3442517446897018095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/3442517446897018095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/3442517446897018095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/10/highlights.html' title='Highlights. . .'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SPNQumXJMOI/AAAAAAAAABI/UkgzrP_Gx5c/s72-c/PisaLucca-0319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-7753867158461162006</id><published>2008-09-29T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T10:01:37.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>here I am Italy!</title><content type='html'>Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in Italy finally! It seems like just march that i was just applying for the program. So our flight from PDX was 6 hours, then we had a 5 hour layover in JFK. Let me tell you about JFK- its one hot and muggy airport, with no air conditioning. It's really not all that interesting either, and you cannot buy stamps there. Our flight from JFK to Pisa was about 8 hours, which was not that bad at all. The turbulance ripped my stomach up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Pisa around 11 AM, and took an hour drive and got dropped off at our apartments. Ours is a nice apartment, very modern and we only have one flight to go up. The whole apartment and entrance is marble, which makes for a chilly evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had two walking tours of the city, and yesterday we went and viewed everyones apartments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first pizza and italian wine at a restaurant called La Campane! it was very good, and seemed to be the very hip place to be on a sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d0663a4c253fde6f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd0663a4c253fde6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323962%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35FBA40FD5E63218820C31CF6BCC961C14FD3AB2.42C0761CBBA921DB4A53B3925F39F60D2A1DB68D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd0663a4c253fde6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzfaGwFlxkfBIncmEIR_fAqIxuc4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd0663a4c253fde6f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330323962%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35FBA40FD5E63218820C31CF6BCC961C14FD3AB2.42C0761CBBA921DB4A53B3925F39F60D2A1DB68D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd0663a4c253fde6f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzfaGwFlxkfBIncmEIR_fAqIxuc4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-7753867158461162006?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d0663a4c253fde6f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/7753867158461162006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=7753867158461162006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7753867158461162006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/7753867158461162006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/09/here-i-am-italy.html' title='here I am Italy!'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-2068256140384468664</id><published>2008-09-22T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T14:01:44.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>commence exploring</title><content type='html'>Well, I leave for Florence Friday morning!  I have been wishing, if I only had&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; one more week&lt;/span&gt; at home, if I only had one more week. But I had two weeks to get things taken care of, and pretty much just lazed about  the entire first week.   I'm very excited to leave though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my plane tickets to Dublin for November 7th-9th - I'll be seeing a favorite band of mine, Flogging Molly there. It is truly a pleasure to say that I'll be seeing them there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom is planning on meeting me in Italy for the last leg of my trip, then we'll spend a few days in Austria, then back to Italy, and back home around December 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been toying around with maybe a trip to Barcelona  or Monaco. My first priority is to see all of Italy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost done packing, toiletries-check, underware/socks-check, "summer clothes"-check which is mainly tank tops, a skirt and 2 capris; and i'll be packing my "winter clothes" and electronics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am not looking forward to 19 hrs of combined plane time! (6 hrs to JFK +5 hr layover, 13 to Florence).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-2068256140384468664?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/2068256140384468664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=2068256140384468664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2068256140384468664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/2068256140384468664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/09/commence-exploring.html' title='commence exploring'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-4303981267053024411</id><published>2008-08-24T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:43:10.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'>Firenze, Firenze!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SLIns3IlMtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wyckG2gg4OA/s1600-h/map-florence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SLIns3IlMtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wyckG2gg4OA/s320/map-florence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238292968252977874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well this is a small unlabeled street map of Firenze, and the area where I'll be spending most of my time. I'll be attending classes at ABC school and living within 15-20 minutes walking distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to an informational meeting on Saturday the 23rd and met some of the people I'll be schooling with. They warned us women of pick pockets, to heavily guard our purses. Also we'll need to bring toilet paper as some public toilets are kind of like outhouses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I am hoping to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to all the museums I can: Uffizi, Accedemia, the Science Museum, etc. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shop for fresh produce at the markets&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Attend Sunday Mass once at Il Duomo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acquire recipes from the locals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;travel on the Italian Coast (esp. Almafi) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to 1-3 other neighboring or close countries:  France, Austria, Spain, Germany, Greece, and Ireland are some of my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speak Italian with some locals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Go to a European Chocolate Festival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. . . This is it for the time being. I'm sure I'll ad more to my list later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-4303981267053024411?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/4303981267053024411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=4303981267053024411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/4303981267053024411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/4303981267053024411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/08/firenze-firenze.html' title='Firenze, Firenze!'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/SLIns3IlMtI/AAAAAAAAAA4/wyckG2gg4OA/s72-c/map-florence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-8381607729599300030</id><published>2008-06-30T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T00:01:02.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News + More waiting + Crazy</title><content type='html'>Well! It's true! I am a future recipient of the &lt;a href="http://www.iie.org/programs/gilman/index.html"&gt;Gilman Scholarship&lt;/a&gt;- at the value of 3,000 dollars! Fortunately I am also relying on our federal gov't to cover another large chunk, and am going to be "loaning" from my mom to cover the rest.  I am very fortunate and feel that I am very blessed in many different ways to be able to go on a trip like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I am still playing the waiting game (few months before I leave) and am still trying to teach myself Italian. I have found this whole experience to be pretty stressful and I have not even left yet! It's a new experience for our financial aid director at LBCC and I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure &lt;/span&gt;that our travel abroad advisor thinks I'm a nutcase.  I am not even going to cover AIFS and the difficulties I have come to experience with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY &lt;/span&gt;but this whole thing, this traveling abroad thing is NEW to me. I am very green, very very green when it comes to applications and deadlines and scholarships and dealing with programs and trying to make everyone happy!  I think I have pissed a few people off, and probably annoyed others- but I want to make sure all my bases are covered, ya know? So excuse me if I email you  5 times in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* that was my rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other personal news: I got engaged on June 14th and we are planning our wedding for August 1st, 2009. I have discovered the best website on earth &lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Knot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; via my best friend Lindsay who is also getting married next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it seems like when the meatball starts rolling down the spaghetti of life, it rolls fast, downhill and collects dirt chunks along the way.  We have had concerns of health for my nephew who has CF- contracted a bad virus that messes up his motor skills. Two of my cats have needed veterinary care, I have been mildly job searching, planning a trip to Canada with mom this summer, trying to clean my real room because we're in the middle of a remodel, and just trying to figure out my life in general.  Things are crazy and stressful and God decided that I work better under a lot of pressure. He must not realize it makes me cranky, snappy and my hair fall out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-8381607729599300030?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/8381607729599300030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=8381607729599300030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/8381607729599300030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/8381607729599300030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/06/good-news-more-waiting-crazy.html' title='Good News + More waiting + Crazy'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4547739811049474289.post-5749351670305125809</id><published>2008-06-10T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:57:08.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying abroad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>Well its June 10th, and I leave for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Italy&lt;/span&gt; on September 26, 2008. SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waiting game drags on as I wait to hear about scholarships, and waiting to get the info packet that tells me where ill be living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate flying and I keep trying to reassure my mother no Natalie Holloway incident will happen. I tell her "the most you have to worry about is diseases, zombies, snakes on the plane, plane crashing on an island that doesn't really exist, or into the ocean in which case she should worry about sharks." I say "don't worry I'll be fine." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, I watch Shark Week on the discovery channel, I read about survival in case of zombies, I will know what to do in case i land on that non existent island. As for snakes I am not afraid and well, if its a disease than I am SOL  unless Tom Cruise or Jason Stathom show up with the magical antidote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am not really convinced myself that I'll be fine. Seriously, what if I land in Florence and there was a horrible disaster whilst we were in flight and there are zombies raping the land. I would have no time to prep on the plane..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time I get to look forward to the trip to Victoria BC that my mom and I will be taking in august. Oh i also have to find a job :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4547739811049474289-5749351670305125809?l=blankpapertrail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/feeds/5749351670305125809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4547739811049474289&amp;postID=5749351670305125809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5749351670305125809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4547739811049474289/posts/default/5749351670305125809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blankpapertrail.blogspot.com/2008/06/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>AnchorsAway</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13574668737189501098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vCJDFpdeOa0/S74TFXMn1GI/AAAAAAAAAIk/6VU0GLYDeAI/S220/25709_345160403112_595728112_3685249_5288495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
