<?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-7250498420061666955</id><updated>2011-08-01T14:59:45.839-07:00</updated><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='things to do'/><category term='technology'/><category term='games'/><category term='travel'/><category term='funny'/><category term='current events'/><category term='books'/><title type='text'>Seriously......</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to my teeny corner of cyberspace...it may not make much sense....but it just might be entertaining</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-8434171570538910645</id><published>2011-03-27T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T23:10:01.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250498420061666955-8434171570538910645?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8434171570538910645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=8434171570538910645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/8434171570538910645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/8434171570538910645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/back-to-this.html' title='Back to this'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-8075412232892212024</id><published>2010-03-14T13:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T13:53:30.106-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/39100000/39103445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 280px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/39100000/39103445.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The art of patience is one that I have never managed to master with much grace. My millennial nature pushes me to seek the instant gratification sort of endeavors. Niffenegger's, The Time Traveler's Wife, rakes me over the coals of frustration for a character who spends a lifetime forever playing the waiting game. The author's treatment of time travel is unlike any I've ever read - cerebral sci-fi. My analytical self itched to plot the chronology of Henry's jaunts through the timeline of his life. But it's Clare and Henry's love story that pulses through this haunting tale.....and the theme of waiting....it leads me to wonder what Niffenegger is trying to say ever waiting Clare? Is she a woman to be admired for her strength and absolute belief of her love for Henry? Or is she a sad creature for not having the strength to move away from the single source of chaos in her life? This jury is still out.&lt;div&gt;Regardless of whether you believe this to be a story about the awe-inspiring power of love, or a tragedy of a woman trapped in a damaged relationship - you cannot help but be immersed. If you haven't jumped on the band wagon (lord knows it took me long enough)......this is a wagon worth the jump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Image Source: www.barnesandnoble.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7250498420061666955-8075412232892212024?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8075412232892212024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=8075412232892212024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/8075412232892212024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/8075412232892212024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-travelers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-6990161271588432859</id><published>2010-03-13T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T20:40:17.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><title type='text'>La vie en rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/S5xohkfaf6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1uv0hQBy_YI/s1600-h/DSC_0316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/S5xohkfaf6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1uv0hQBy_YI/s320/DSC_0316.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448344575151865762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment of my experience in Paris was surreal - the city, the sights, the food, the company. Perhaps it was the effects of jet lag, but every instance was filled me with wonder, excitement, thrill, and gratitude. Being amongst buildings that existed for hundreds of years, streets that were once trod by characters vivid in only history books - it reminds me that my existence was a tiny speck in the continuum of time and universal life......but in a really good way.......I was happy to know that in another hundred years Paris will still exist for someone else to be in awe of. It's easy see how the city would inspire a la vie en rose sort of life.&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/7250498420061666955-6990161271588432859?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6990161271588432859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=6990161271588432859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/6990161271588432859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/6990161271588432859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/la-vie-en-rose.html' title='La vie en rose'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/S5xohkfaf6I/AAAAAAAAAEU/1uv0hQBy_YI/s72-c/DSC_0316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-6490400318020528974</id><published>2010-01-21T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T21:40:26.750-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Wall Street and Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;org idsrc="NYSE" value="GS"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In the news - Goldman Sachs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/org&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; set aside $16.2 billion for total compensation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Also in the news - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Governments from around the world have pledged nearly $1 billion in aid to Haiti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wall Street, $16.2 billion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Haiti, $1 billion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250498420061666955-6490400318020528974?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6490400318020528974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=6490400318020528974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/6490400318020528974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/6490400318020528974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/wall-street-and-haiti.html' title='Wall Street and Haiti'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-1532785168680807992</id><published>2009-09-09T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:55:56.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things to do'/><title type='text'>D23</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d23.disney.go.com/images/promos/060309_ExpoSite_Button.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 135px;" src="http://d23.disney.go.com/images/promos/060309_ExpoSite_Button.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tomorrow is the official opening of D23 Expo. Held at the Anaheim Convention Center, this event promises to be a heaven (and even haven) for the eclectic lot of "Disney affinity guests". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The D23 Expo touts the very ambitious tag line of "The Ultimate Disney Fan Experience". That sets the bar way high....particularly since this is Disney we are talking about here. After all, this is the same Disney that offers pixie dust, happily ever afters, and all that enchanting bibidi babidi boo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It has been a while now since I've set foot on hallowed Disneyland grounds. Seems these days news of despairing unemployment statistics, divisive healthcare debates, looming state budget crisis echo incessantly in my head - leaving me too sobered and paralyzed to think of diversions of places as Disneyland. But perhaps in times such as these, it's even more important to connect those places that bring back safe and fond memories; to soothe one's soul and think that maybe (just maybe) there will be a happily ever after for us all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So tomorrow I go to have myself the Ultimate Disney Fan Experience and sing that happy song.........M-I-C-K-E-Y M-O-U-S-E.&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/7250498420061666955-1532785168680807992?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1532785168680807992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=1532785168680807992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/1532785168680807992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/1532785168680807992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/d23.html' title='D23'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-3364396326916824301</id><published>2009-08-26T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:55:34.099-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Just plain funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My friend D sent me a funny list last night. This list particularly tickled my funny bone. I had to share. It is especially entertaining after a few glasses of wine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it...thanks Mario Kart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The letters T and G are very close to each other on a keyboard. This recently became all too apparent to me and consequently I will never be ending a work email with the phrase "Regards" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the "people you may know" feature on facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn't work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or faq's. We just figured it out. Today's kids are soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There is a great need for sarcasm font.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I'll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone's laughing at the right parts, then making sure I laugh just a little bit harder (and a millisecond earlier) to prove that I'm still the only one who really, really gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. A recent study has shown that playing beer pong contributes to the spread of mono and the flu. Yeah, if you suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Lol has gone from meaning, "laugh out loud" to "I have nothing else to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whenever someone says "I'm not book smart, but I'm street smart", all I hear is "I'm not real smart, but I'm imaginary smart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear what they said?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using 'as in' examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss's last name to an attorney and said "Yes that's G as in...(10 second lapse)..ummm...Goonies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Whenever I'm Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don't mind if I do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I'm from, this shouldn't be a problem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don't want to have to restart my collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There's so much pressure. 'I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren't watching this. It's only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it's on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. It should probably be called Unplanned Parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. I think that if, years down the road when I’m trying to have a kid, I find out that I’m sterile, most of my disappointment will stem from the fact that I was not aware of my condition in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. The other night I ordered takeout, and when I looked in the bag, saw they had included four sets of plastic silverware. In other words, someone at the restaurant packed my order, took a second to think about it, and then estimated that there must be at least four people eating to require such a large amount of food. Too bad I was eating by myself. There’s nothing like being made to feel like a fat bastard before dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. My 4 year old son asked me in the car the other day, "Dad what would happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250498420061666955-3364396326916824301?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3364396326916824301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=3364396326916824301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/3364396326916824301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/3364396326916824301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-plain-funny.html' title='Just plain funny'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-8077080342936433678</id><published>2009-08-14T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:54:29.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Something personal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The entire country is up in arms about President Obama's health care reform. Everywhere you turn someone is giving their two cents on the matter. Most of them don't even have the facts - because the facts are not all available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't claim to know very much about the matter. Everything I know comes from NPR, google news, or whatever talk show host is ranting in support or in opposition to the matter. I hate politics. I just wish to have access to the real facts so that I can actually think about the impact and consequence. The riotous public ready either worship or vilify the President's plans all carry with them a bit of luggage that makes their POV so impassioned. I think perhaps if people would just stop hurling accusations and started listening to each other, perhaps they might learn something about the needs of their fellow citizens of this country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't have a POV regarding health care legislation. On one hand, I am part of the population that is fortunate to have employer based health care. On the other hand, I also pay a hefty sum to cover the insurance of an aging parent (at $300 a month) - this insurance does not cover primary care or preventative care. A basic doctor's exam that I pay out of pocket will run about $80 a visit - for a primary care physician. Dental care, and optometry care is, of course, also out of pocket. It will be another ten years or so before my mother will quality for medicare or medicaid. But again, I am fortunate.....because I have a job and am able to support these costs.......and I am also a relatively well paid member of society. I have to wonder about those in the same situation who may not be as fortunate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It wasn't that long ago that my family was a part of that "not so fortunate" sector of the population. My father was self employed. My mother was a housewife who worked sporadically on odd jobs. Their lack of extensive English speaking skills was a barrier to better opportunities. But still......they made enough money for the family to live on and saved a bit for my college fund. The money wasn't enough to cover health insurance for the family. So we never did have it. Whenever anyone would get sick, it would be remedied through self prescribed OTC medicine....or inexpensive herbalists. Seeing a doctor was simply not an option. There were no annual check ups - no such thing as preventative care. My father got sick the summer before my senior year in high school. He was alarmingly sick.....so much so that he did finally go see a "real" doctor. It cost $500 for lab tests and the doctor to diagnose him with stage four liver cancer. Without insurance, treatment was in the sum of money that we simply didn't have. My parents didn't have a choice but to leave the US and go back to Taiwan to get affordable treatment for his disease. My last memory of my father alive is of him passing through the security gates of LAX and waving good bye. His cancer was too far along that treatment options were limited - even if they were affordable in Taiwan. I have never stopped wondering - had my family had access to affordable health screenings and preventative care, would my father perhaps have had the chance to watch me graduate high school, college, and graduate school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are a lot of people who are concerned about the tax implications of having some sort of a public program for health care. I don't know if the current proposed health care legislation is an effective way to solve the nation's health care issues. But doing nothing cannot be an option.......this country is filled with families without access to affordable health care....families who cannot get check ups....cannot afford medicine........I suppose because I carry around the baggage of my family's experience of not having had access to affordable health care in the US.......I have more empathy for those "have nots" members of society than those who "have". I don't have all the facts......and can't clearly choose a "side" on this debate, but all I know is that the price of not being financially plentiful simply cannot be a human life.&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/7250498420061666955-8077080342936433678?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8077080342936433678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=8077080342936433678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/8077080342936433678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/8077080342936433678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-personal.html' title='Something personal'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-758018141496572232</id><published>2009-07-15T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:52:33.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>ADDiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are six blog posts sitting in "draft" mode right now. All topics that struck my fancy at one point in time - all profound and passionate......yet all incomplete. I find it hard these days to sit still. I wonder if it's possible to develop ADD as a person matures. I don't know how a person could even avoid this terribly impatient disease. A disease so impatient that it cannot even wait for the full pronouncement of its name - rather it opts for an abbreviation. I feel like a computer with too many input slots, juggling between my speedy multi-tabbing web browser, tv with over 200 channels, blackberry with multiple email identities connected, cell phone, home phone all without the benefit of an upgraded RAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So I try to distance myself, disconnect, and disengage from all the connectivity that keeps from completing my thoughts and this blog............but then anxiety sets in. What if someone needs me? What if there is an important email that needs immediate attention? What if there is breaking news? So I break down and glance for that familiar red blinking light on my blackberry. It is a beacon, and I feel a rush....and (I suddenly realize) relief? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The red blinking light was (is!) an affirmation of my place in the world. I programmed myself to have a pavlovian response. Horrifying isn't it? To have such hubris and assume that I would be so needed that I could not disconnect from the world even to complete a few paragraphs (short ones at that)! The greek gods would have undoubtedly made an example of me and punished me to some ironic penance for eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh wait.....was that the phone? gotta go.....&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/7250498420061666955-758018141496572232?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/758018141496572232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=758018141496572232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/758018141496572232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/758018141496572232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/addiction.html' title='ADDiction'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-99013924594698885</id><published>2009-06-29T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:49:23.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>American Dream Redux</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today, Bernard Madoff was sentenced to 150 years in prison. At 71 years old, Madoff looks grandfatherly and kind - not at all like someone responsible for the largest Ponzi scheme in history. $65 billion is some serious cash; actually, $65 billion is no longer serious cash....it's just ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does one even begin to aspire to that amount of money? The American Dream used to be about having a home and owning your own appliances. Arthur Miller wrote all about this version of the American Dream in his much celebrated play, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Death of Salesman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;. It's disheartening to see what used to be a noble pursuit of building a secure and stable life for your family turn into rampant greed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'd like to challenge the Millineals - redefine your American Dream - let it motivate a more generous cause than a $65 billion travesty to humanity.&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/7250498420061666955-99013924594698885?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/99013924594698885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=99013924594698885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/99013924594698885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/99013924594698885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/american-dream-redux.html' title='American Dream Redux'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-6518617640623212400</id><published>2009-06-25T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:25:46.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technology'/><title type='text'>BOLDly go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://phones-online.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/blackberry-bold001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 252px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px" alt="" src="http://phones-online.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/blackberry-bold001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is something so fun about getting a new gadget and exploring its nooks and crannies. I know that this kind of behavior is predominantly associated with the Y chromosome - but I love the challenge of figuring out new technology without the aid of the manual. Perhaps it's because those manuals are about dry as hay...having no penchant for horse food, I avoid technical manuals at all costs. Besides, there is this sense of accomplishment like no other when I conquer a gadget - the satisfying relief from having flexed all that gray matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new Blackberry Bold has rendered me speechless - seriously. The wi-fi capability is a nice upgrade from the Curve. The resolution and rendering on the screen is also much improved from past models. Sure it's slightly bigger than the Curve, but the beefed up fuctions more than make up for the extra real estate it takes in your purse or pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Image Source: phones-online.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250498420061666955-6518617640623212400?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6518617640623212400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=6518617640623212400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/6518617640623212400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/6518617640623212400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/boldly-go.html' title='BOLDly go'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-4934136518063183599</id><published>2009-06-23T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:25:14.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>The Optimum Blueprint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I look forward to Tuesday nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tuesday nights are yoga nights with one of my favorite instructors, K. He starts off each night with a theme; he then proceeds to lead the class through a series of poses all the while pontificating on the relationship between the pose, each yogi, and the theme of the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tonight's theme was "the optimum blueprint". It focused on the idea that there is a different "optimum" point for each person, and that point is where the body works and feels best. I was particularly moved by this theme tonight; it reminded me of why I started practicing yoga - to become more centered in myself (not to be mistaken for being self centered - the practice of Paris Hilton). It felt great to push myself through poses I had no idea I could do, but limit myself to what my body would allow. I left tonight's class challenged, tired, accomplished, and satiated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I started to think about "the optimum blueprint" of life. What a wonderful concept - to live life and feel challenged, tired, accomplished, and satiated through doing only what one's abilities will allow. What a simple concept - yet it takes so much focus and "centering" of self to aspire to one's "optimum blueprint" (instead of maximizing one's 401K).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;K closes each yoga session by bringing us back to the theme and asserting "that is my wish for us all".  The optimum blueprint, what a wonderful wish - for us all.&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/7250498420061666955-4934136518063183599?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4934136518063183599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=4934136518063183599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/4934136518063183599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/4934136518063183599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/optimum-blueprint.html' title='The Optimum Blueprint'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-7771269637627105058</id><published>2009-06-21T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:24:41.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>One Fifth Avenue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/37190000/37192779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 280px;" src="http://images.barnesandnoble.com/images/37190000/37192779.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love New York City. I love the shops, the eclectically dressed rude people, the odorous subway, pompous investment bankers (although they might more subdued these days....), and even the sweltering summer days. For this reason, I am drawn to things that have the Big Apple as its backdrop - movies, tv shows, books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Candace Bushnell - of Sex and the City fame - has once again used the alluring NYC backdrop to draw her legion of chick lit fans into a world filled with characters you seriously love to hate with One Fifth Avenue. I have to hand it to Bushnell - she manages to illicit my outrage and disgust through her inanely one dimensional characters.....but not enough outrage for me to actually stop reading. The characters are transparent and uncomplicated - one would regard these people as simpletons in real life. However, on pages of a published book, they seem somehow more interesting. The book's 464 pages scream for a network pilot - preferably one with Lucy Liu as Annalisa Rice....and maybe Kim Kardashian as Lola Fabrikant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With summer finally upon us why not give your mind a break and give One Fifth Avenue a read?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Image Source&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; www.barnesandnoble.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250498420061666955-7771269637627105058?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7771269637627105058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=7771269637627105058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/7771269637627105058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/7771269637627105058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-fifth-avenue.html' title='One Fifth Avenue'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7250498420061666955.post-4330714233850978877</id><published>2009-06-17T22:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T19:24:09.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><title type='text'>Scrabble Onyx Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am way excited. No wait.....SERIOUSLY excited. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am eagerly awaiting my new Onyx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Edition Scrabble set. Yes, that's right - ONYX edition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We are talking rotating lazy susan board, silver etched letters in black lacquered wood in black velvet pouch edition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348535483121300098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SjnQryQEcoI/AAAAAAAAABA/SAEBA7WThkY/s320/27238418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;This is hours of brain wracking, strategic maneuvering fun. The great thing about Scrabble is that you don't need to have particularly large vocabulary. The trick is to make the most out of your opponent's letters and those awesome triple word scores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;If you think this is a game for geeks and nerds - think again! Try this game along with some shots of tequila and a raunchy theme.......seriously!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Scrabble Onyx Edition is available at Barnes &amp;amp; Noble, Amazon, and even eBay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image Source: &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;www.barnesandnoble.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7250498420061666955-4330714233850978877?l=closetwritergirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4330714233850978877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7250498420061666955&amp;postID=4330714233850978877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/4330714233850978877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7250498420061666955/posts/default/4330714233850978877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://closetwritergirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/scrabble-onyx-edition.html' title='Scrabble Onyx Edition'/><author><name>eesa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17678342444997396341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SlLJ5mllJPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cLG-QoQXqcU/S220/icon.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EYYhh5A7qCA/SjnQryQEcoI/AAAAAAAAABA/SAEBA7WThkY/s72-c/27238418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
